From the rear of the plane, an elderly man in the uniform of an Air Force general walks slowly forward up the aisle. Stopping the flustered mother with a upraised hand, the courtly, soft-spoken general leans down and, motioning toward his chest, whispers something into the boy's ear. Instantly, the boy calms down, and sits quietly as his mother fastens his seat belt.
All the other passengers are relieved and grateful; they smile and nod at the general with gestures of thanks as he slowly makes his way back to his seat.
One of the cabin attendants approaches the general. "Excuse me, sir," she ask quietly, "but could I ask you what magic words you used on that little boy?"
The old man smiles serenely and confides, "I showed him my pilot's wings, service stars, and battle ribbons, and explained that they entitle me to throw one passenger out the plane door, on any flight I choose."