Fantastic. My glider club in college had four WWII pilots - two AAF and two Luftwaffe. Those guys were inseperable, and incredibly fun to hang with.

I once found myself comforting an insurgent prisoner we were moving from Bucca to Abu Ghraib to get his leg amputated. He was scared $h1tless lying on a stretcher between two running helos. I just left him there at first until our medic (a full time RN) put his hand in mine and said "Sir, just keep him company". He was crying and begging me not to hurt him.

Protecting your humanity can be a tough thing in combat, even for a medevac pilot. I have no idea who that guy was or what he did - but I am thankful for the moment that balanced out all the hell, if only just a little.