He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and gesturing with his hands.
"Callsigns are used to refer to pilots over the radio. The idea is you're not referring to anyone by name. The best callsigns come from embarrassing stories or events, but a lot also come from plays on names. My callsign is Iceskate.
"I wasn't originally a pilot, I joined the army to be a mechanic and fix planes, not fly them. When I was drafted into the pilot training program, I already knew a bunch of the pilots, so they were having a ball trying to come up with a callsign, but they couldn't agree.
"One night, they decided to go out ice skating. Being a rookie, I didn't have a choice in the matter, so there we all were, on this frozen pond, trying to stay upright. I looked up, and there she was. Pale skin, brown hair perfectly rolled, bright blue eyes, with this little red dress hung on her curves in all the right ways, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.
"Well, I couldn't take my eyes off her until I hit the retaining wall and flipped right over it. I don't think I stopped blushing the rest of the night."
He smiled at her, and laughed a bit. "Something like that always happens. It's like my brain stops functioning properly and I can't control anything I do or anything that comes out of my mouth."