Doc, how you fellin'? How’s Guam?
I am not sure if you ever met any chopper pilots out here, but they are some of the craziest people I have met.
The other day I caught site of one taking aboard a water buffalo and pushing it out when they were about 50 feet over a rice patty. And you know those are hard to get of, OK maybe not for the buffalo.
I went over to chew them out because that is my job, right? Well, you see, they are some really fun guys, and I just couldn'a keep a straight face about it.
The pilot is named Post. I forget his first name. He's got a fun idea to be a metal shop teacher.
Anyway, I know how you don't like long stories. They asked me if l knew Vietnamese. I do a little bit.
They talked to their C.O.'s who talked to mine and up the chain. Soon, my C.O. comes to me and asks if I want to do some interrogation work.
I agree and next l know, I get assigned to Post's chopper. Like with the buffalo, we take a handful of prisoners up... One guy, who knows more of the language than l, asks a bunch of questions.
They usually don't say much until I throw someone off the chopper. Then they all start jabbering away.
It is kind of funny, really.
Don't wish you where here, but I pray for ya.
Anyway, take care of yourself.
Pals,
Rosco