[quote="jmfer
No me parece a mi esto un reconocimiento demasiado bueno.[/quote]
Compara:
George Beurling:
http://www.constable.ca/beurling.htm
"After the War
George Beurling was lost without the excitement of combat and the recognition it gave him. Commercial airlines turned him down for fear he would wreck a plane or drive off customers.
He was reduced to begging on Montreal street corners. In 1944, his short marriage came to an end.
W/C Hugh Godefroy had one more encounter with Buzz.
"In December, 1947 I was in the Laurentians above Montreal skiing. At the end of a day we went into Grey Rock's Inn for a hot drink. I saw a familiar face: George Beurling.
He seemed glad to see me and came straight over and inquired about my activities since last we'd met. He told me he was going to the Middle East on the invitation of the Israelis. They had P-51's, and he would be doing dive bombing and strafing against no fighter opposition. He invited me to come. I would get $1,000 for crossing the Atlantic, and after eight weeks' flying, I could come home with a net of $8,000. As I thought about it, he watched me with those ice-blue eyes of his. Finally, with a slight smile, he said"
"There's only one hitch, Hughie. This time you'll be flying behind me."
Reports on what happened are varied. George Beurling ended up at Urbe Airport in Rome on his way to Israel. Their transportation was a Norduuyn Norseman, an aircraft known to be tricky on takeoff if the pilot was not familiar with it. On May 21, 1948, the front page of the Montreal Gazette reported that George Beurling and his friend, an American fighter pilot, Moshe Cohen, were dead. His engine cut on take-off, and in a desperate attempt to get his Norseman back on to the field he spun in. Sabotage was suspected but never proven. "
http://exordio.com/1939-1945/personajes/boyington.html
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Luego de la guerra, la vida de Boyington volvió a ser una pesadilla. Matrimonios, divorcios, bancarrota y la lucha contra el alcoholismo, pero a pesar de todo no perdía el atractivo que él le inspiraba a las mujeres. En una ocasión durante un encuentro de promoción de bonos de guerra, Boyington totalmente embriagado, lanzó un discurso que dejó a todos los asistentes estupefactos y avergonzados. "
Una fiesta, vamos.