I didn’t go straight back to my squadron when I got to Spain. I was held in sort of a secure house, where you couldn’t get out, until they interrogated you to make sure you were an American flyer. You know, they wanted your whole story. Where you got shot down, the outfit that you were with, and then they brought a pilot down from my squadron to identify me, and to make sure that I was who I said I was. Then they started publishing orders on me to go back to the United States. That’s when I sort of backed off and said, “I don’t want to go home, I want to go back to my squadron and fight.” And they said, “You can’t because the rules prohibit it.” Fortunately, the invasion was just coming along, and when the invasion occurred, the resistance forces surfaced, and General Eisenhower, whom I had worked my way all the way up to see, said, “Okay, go back.”