 Lieutenant Halverson loved the small fry. He instituted little littles. It wasn't much. Just candy bars on tiny handkerchief parachutes dropped to the Berlin kids. A great guy. We all gave little littles candy and handkerchiefs. Good flying, Chum. Like the rest of us, the tower gave Halverson a piece of sky. Clever stacking gave breathing room. Each plane got an altitude and a moving block of space. 40 to 50 airplanes were crowded in the narrow air bridge. Careful timing, controlled by the most modern communications facilities, made the airlift work. Yeah, that's how we could fly three round trips a day and supply food and fuel to a city of 2 and 1 half million with a handful of planes and even supply the kids who waited on a certain hill for little medals.