...our Huey was taking a resupply of ammunition out to a Squad of Soldiers that had run out. Upon arrival, one Soldier exclaimed, in a Tone of Gratitude..."we had 'fixed Bayonets', said our prayers and already bent over and 'kissed our asses Good-Bye' " Then we Heard Your Rotor Pop!
"What Kept You?" 'Well, I had to Finish My cup of Coffee!'
Many Years later, where I worked at a Stamping Plant in Hayward California. We had hired a Young Vietnamese Man, one among the 'Boat People'. I was proud of that, and Welcomed Him. We would take our lunches outside at a picnic bench, in the parking lot. The young man was talking with a Few of my co-workers, and as I happened to pass by, on my way to my car, I over-heard...
"They Killed My Father and My Mother. They killed My Sister. They were about to Kill Me, when we heard The Helicopters!" He Never Knew, I Crewed Ships.
I kept walking, I developed a little smile of Satisfaction and Pride, on My Face. I thought to myself...we couldn't Save them all, But, we Saved Some!
My co-workers, from that day forward, Never 'Bad-Mouthed' Me ever again.
'Fly-Boys Never Let You Down!'
MJ
