Jack was an Army Air Force pilot in 1941, when the Pearl Harbor attack thrust the United States into the globalĬonflict. One letter came from a very special person. Ilfrey, whose life paralleled the events of his novel: It could very well have just been a very lucky coincidence, but I like to think that there was something more to it than that.Įnsan Case’s (author of Wingmen) salute to a World War II gay veteran, Jack M. It was just too strange of an occurrence for me not to want to keep it. I still have that exact Jack of Hearts to this day. I stared at it in disbelief, and tucked it away in my backpack. Still being full of the world of Wingmen, I thought that perhaps it would be a Jack of Hearts, just like in their squadron insignia! I wanted to dismiss that idea as silly and improbable, but I picked it up, flipped it over, and… it was a Jack of Hearts. I felt compelled to pick it up and see what it was.
The next morning, as I was walking to school, I noticed a single playing card face-down on the sidewalk. One school night, I had stayed up late finishing Wingmen since it is one of my favorite books. Even though this happened years ago, I thought I would share it since I am noticing that there is more Wingmen content on here now. in this dump, thought Fred, feeling very tired and regretting the lack of stools at the bar.So, after I reread Wingmen for the second time in high school, something a bit spooky happened. The bartender put down a dirty white towel and started to fill the order. He was clearly drunk, but not nearly as drunk as he’d been that night a month ago when he had come upon Fred sitting on the bench he probably had no recollection of that conversation at all. “Another round, barkeep,” said Brogan, sliding his empty glass across the bar and almost off the other side.
The three pilots were the only customers. “Nothing better than a good beer piss,” he said, pulling on a nearly empty bottle.įred turned away and looked around the bar. Schuster emerged from a door marked “Gents” near the end of the dimly lighted room and came back to the bar. Despite the late hour and the fact that this was the fourth Honolulu bar they’d visited-each one more dingy than the last-Brogan still hadn’t shown him a good time. “I’ll show you a good time.”įred sighed and sipped on a scotch and water, heavy on the water.
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