Joe and I flew together over Macho Grande. Helluva guy. One time, Joe volunteered to be my tail gunner. It was a night run, and we took on fire. I lost my wing controls. Between the tracer fire, and the handful of hallucinogens mushrooms I had eaten, I thought we were surely dead. I'll be damned if Joe didn't climb out on the wing, in the pitch black and manually stabilize the aircraft.