Brian is truly a funny guy. He told a great story about going to speech therapy for the first time after his crash. He was depressed and didn’t want to go, but the head nurse had no sympathy and sent him anyway.
Now, you have to understand that Brian was pretty good looking before the accident and somewhat of a ladies man. In the fire all of his face below his helmet visor had been horribly disfigured, and his mouth had to be reconstructed. At the time he was sent to speech therapy a lot of it was still held together with stitches. He was self conscious about his looks, especially around the ladies, but who should walk in to conduct his therapy but a gorgeous young woman. He was mortified, and didn’t want to look at her.
Very cooly, she picked up his chart, silently examined it, then matter-of-factly proclaimed, “This should be easy.”
He gave her a quizzical grunt.
“Well,” she continued, “it says here you’re a fighter pilot. According to the regulations, all we’re required to teach fighter pilots is how to say ‘sh*t hot’ and ‘f*ck’.”
He burst into laughter, and in the process ripped out a quite a few stitches. His mouth started to bleed profusely. They wheeled him back to the ward, where he was met by the nurse who had sent him to therapy. She took one look at the blood streaming out of his mouth and down his front and exclaimed, “My God, what did they do to you down there?”