Always afraid while flying

I never got shot, bullet shot, got shot at a lot, like in Pentalaria, we were sent there from, where was it, Malta because there was some supply ships coming in to Tobrook. I think they threw everything at us. I was absolutely terrified; not as bad as one New Zea lander I knew who couldn’t let go of the navigation table, that’s sick but I was terrified – scared stiff. I didn’t want to die. Who does? Not every day, it’s a different, it’s boredom or scary, boredom or scared. You’re never even-steven.