 Oh, so fresh. Did you ever hear the one about the man who dropped his gun on the front line? All right, go ahead, Bill. Get it off your chest. How about you, Mr. Disher? You United Press Correspondents usually hear everything. Let's hear it, Bill. Well, sir, this private drops his gun and beats it back towards the rear, see, when his sergeant grabs him and says, where do you think you're going, bud? And the private says he's gone back where there ain't so many bullets. And the sergeant says, look, son, the bullet that hits you's got your name written all over it. If you duck, the bullet's gonna duck, see? Well, the private squints one eye at the sergeant and says, listen, Sargey, says, I ain't worried about the bullet that's got my name on it. I'm worried about the ones that say, to whom it may concern. There's too damn many of them. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Say, look, you boys better drink up your doer for another mission in two minutes. That's right. Thanks, Joe. Come on, finish up your cook, Bill. We better go to the briefing. Here's how, Mr. Disher. Muddin' your eye, Bill. Come on, Bill. Another day, another gerry. OK. So long, Mr. Disher. So long, Bill. Good luck, Lyle. Hey, you know, Mr. Disher, the way those boys carry on, you'd never think they'd risk their mix in a Mustang every bloomin' day over Germany. That's war, Joe. Yeah. Yeah, that's war all right, Mr. Disher. That's war. Well, Mr. Disher, they're off again. That's right, Joe. All we've got to do is to wait till they come back. Yeah. Me and Bartender knew a newspaper man, sweating it out. That's right. Ah, hello, Captain Tracy. Hello, Joe. Hi, Disher. Hi. Hunting for news. United Press is always looking for news, Captain. Drink? Thanks. Right highball, Joe. Right highball coming up. Well, Disher, the boys are on their way again. Yeah, Joe and I were just talking about them. Say, how would you like to cover the mission from the monitor room? Suit me fine, Captain. I'll be over the targets any minute now. It'll give you a pretty good picture of what's going on. I'd like nothing better. OK, rig up. Right. And this, Mr. Disher, is our monitor control room. I've wanted to see this for a long time, Captain. The squadrons will be over the targets any moment now. I'll try them again, Sergeant. This is Black Cat. But you get used to it. It can't help, but at least you can hear what's going on. Black Cat to Red X. Cat to Red X. This is Red X. Go ahead, Black Cat. How do things look? Heavy flag. In the monitoring room. Come on. Cross the channel. We watch breathlessly, then settle them. Taxi'd smooth lay to a halt. He made it! Mechanics were already rushing to Lieutenant Lyall Wright's craft as Lieutenant Bill Stockton cut his own landing short, jumped from his Mustang, and ran over to the planet whose life he had saved. You did it, Lyall. You did it. It was your eyes. Heartwarming story of how Lieutenant Lyall Wright, using the eyes of his pal, Lieutenant Bill Stockton, flew home blind from Germany. They took Lyall to a hospital, where I later learned he would recover some of his sight. A wonderful ending to a wonderful story. United Press Correspondents, the world over, are covering the battle fronts, giving you an intimate humanized picture of the men in uniform and a stark insight on the enemy behind the lines. Daily, the United Press Correspondents record exciting stories of bravery and daring. We will bring you another thrilling story of these soldiers of the press soon. Be sure to listen. Listen to United Press news of the air. Look for United Press dispatches in your favorite newspaper. They are your guarantee of the world's best coverage of the world's biggest news.