It's not lost .... temporarily misplaced, maybe.
Just think, MT. Kickin' back in your favorite Spanish cantina, drinking beer and/or wine (champagne?), chatting it up with Hemmingway .... up walks a beautiful seniorita (so what if she's not decked out in the stereotypical lacey, billowing dress - this is war and times are tough .... well, maybe not so tough ... you're getting paid five times what you were when you were in the military and before you turned mercenary ... not including bounties.)
Somewhere in the background an elaborate classical guitar piece is played with perfection as a couple dances a flamenco. The uncertainty of war has given the people a sense of urgency when it come's to life and many are drinking deeply from the well, taking chances and never allowing an opportunity to pass them by.
Suddenly the sound of a siren pierces the night and the music and dancing stops as everyone freezes in place just long anough to hear the accompanying drone of fast approaching aircraft. The place clears ... except for you and "Papa". You've got some drinking to do. Besides, the seniorita will be even more aroused when she returns to see her American pilot still seated as if nothing worth concerning himself over has happened.
Or perhaps you'd like to picture yourself as a "Kondor Legion" pilot? I hear they had some interesting experiences as well. And it's good to have an opposing team.
