three
o'clock
At the next table , three boat owners in their thirties were drinking , talking story , and laughing loudly . As the first group of well dressed office women came through the door , one of the men leaned back in his chair . A grin spread his mustache across his red face . `` Bogeys , three o'clock , '' he announced . The squadron adjusted for combat . Most would become prisoners of war , Joe thought . He 'd been one himself , not unhappily .