. . . YOUNG GUY in a two-engine fighter was flying escort for a B-52 and generally being a nuisance, acting like a hot dog, flying rolls around the lumbering old eight-engine bomber. The hot dog said over the air, “Anything you can do, I can do better.” The veteran bomber pilot answered, “Try this, hot-shot.”

The B-52 continued its flight, straight and level. Perplexed, the hot dog asked, “So? What did you do?”

“I just shut down two engines, kid.”