He was the chief guest at our school day once when I was a kutti boy. He was quite a spritely old man in his 80s. The mustache was imposing and worthy of a Field Marshall. I don't remember what he spoke about but I was in awe of him, and proceeded to read up on the Indo-Pak wars in excruciating detail. I was kicked to find numerous mentions of him, and the occasional photograph. This combined with Biggles filled my head with dreams of flying MIGs and performing Immelman turns.
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Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
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