Tomorrow is Another Day Ch 03
I came home one day a few years back and my wife told me I had gotten a call from some guy who claimed to have flown with me in Vietnam. When she told me his name I recognized it instantly. He had been one of my crew chiefs on a UH-1H during the second half of my first tour. He was a bright and cheeky guy with a haircut and handlebar mustache that wasn’t close to regulation. He was often insubordinate but also very amusing at times. I think he used to smoke a joint now and again sitting in the...