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I worked at a golf club where one of the members was a WW2 fighter pilot for the RCAF (Royal Canadian Air Force). He was one of the nicest men you'd ever meet. People used to joke about how he'd been shot down a few times during his service, but mostly referred to him as a war hero and something of a badass.

Well, I was a 21 year old history student, Remembrance Day rolled around, and I thanked him for his service as he settled his tab. That's when his eyes misted over and he said something that will always stick with me:

"I was really excited about the war when I went overseas. I was a boy, about your age, really eager. Saw it as some grand adventure. Then the war went on, I got older, and I realized that I'd killed people, and I'd have to live with that for the rest of my life."

That's one of the greatest tragedies of war. It forces good men to live with that sort of guilt. Worse still, he had to deal with some kid romanticizing the worst moments of his life. The fact that he didn't hold it against me absolutely didn't help. A gentle man made a killer.

Thanks for the AMA, first off.

When I was a kid, I was on a tourist fishing boat in Florida that caught a 9-10 ft long pregnant hammerhead shark with a distinctive golden colour. I doubt the fishermen on the boat were particularly concerned with scientific names or differentiating subspecies, but they called it a Golden Hammerhead and the only shark with that name lives in the Pacific and doesn't reach such a size. Wikipedia doesn't seem to provide details pertaining to shark colour, so it's time to ask an expert; what the hell did we catch?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3-zaTr6OUo

Also, you go into the danger zone, not vice versa. That said, recipe?

Edit: verse to versa.

Thanks! I generally have an aversion to mixing good Irish whiskey or scotch, but I'll keep that in mind.

You're a lot closer to hamburger time if you don't see a doctor.