B J Jones the Story of My LifeChapter 385
Ambassador Morrison looked at me and asked, “Do you know something that I don’t?” “Apparently,” I replied as I handed both of them a bullet-proof vest and a helmet. We were belting in as the turbines were firing up. The Blackhawk had two, one on each side; that was why the thing sucked fuel like a dog. Seven dollars worth of fuel per mile; the 407s were a lot more fuel efficient. But the Blackhawk could carry a lot more people and freight. The department requested Blackhawks at some sites...