And don't call me Shirley

For some reason, this has been going through my head tonight...

Pilot: Striker was the squadron leader. He brought us in real low. But he couldn't handle it.

Prosecutor: Buddy couldn't handle it? Was Buddy one of your crew?

Pilot: Right. Buddy was the bombardier. But it was Striker who couldn't handle it, and he went to pieces.

Prosecutor: Andy went to pieces?

Pilot: No. Andy was the navigator. He was all right. Buddy went to pieces. It was awful how he came unglued.

Prosecutor: Howie came unglued?

Pilot: Oh, no. Howie was a rock, the best tailgunner in the outfit. Buddy came unglued.

Prosecutor: And he bailed out?

Pilot: No. Andy hung tough. Buddy bailed out. How he survived, it was a miracle.

Prosecutor: Then Howie survived?

Pilot: No, 'fraid not. We lost Howie the next day.

Prosecutor: Over Macho Grande?

Pilot: No... I don't think I'll ever get over Macho Grande.