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Ahhhh. Sweet.

Maintaining this space is a lot more work than I realized it would be. Much of that is internally-driven, some of it externally - by those bassid spammers and such. And some of it is simply self-inflicted.

One of the reasons I invited Dusty and Bill to join the team was to spread the load. That way I wouldn't have to continually try to find stuff (this is where the self-abuse comes in... I'm driven to get something up every day... though I do try for *quality* stuff...).

And that's been working pretty well. The tone of the blog has gotten a little lighter with Bill's presence, and it has broadened out, even if I've let myself get surrounded by aviators - and that is reflected in a broader readership - which has resulted in some of you guys sending stuff that I can use, further making life easier. I begin to see the problems faced day-to-day by newspapers...

Anyway - I brought all this up to share this, the kind of email that makes it worthwhile:

John,

Back in the 60's my best friend, still is, was an airline pilot with a number of mutual friends serving as military pilots, 'Nam and all. Short story long, we used to pick up the 'Nam bound guys at Travis AFB, and take them out for as much fun as we could find in the SF Bay area, usually a lot, before taking them to SFO for their final stage flite to 'Nam.

These were all fighter pilot guys, mostly F-100's, so there was never a shortage of the NS,TIW stories.

Tnx for bringing all these heroes back into my thinking. Pre websites and emails, we got a lotta snail mail thank you's from the greatest bunch of American's you could ever know.

BTW, we all had POW bracelets in those days, I was, well he was, lucky enough that I was able to send mine to him on his return. An indescribable feeling.
Enough too much to drink rambling, thanks for everything, your actions and
your capability to bring forth positive memories.

Mike D.

Speaking for all of us - you're welcome, Mike.

Speaking of Bill - I was rummaging through the National Archives (scrup'ls are wonderful hackers) and came across a picture of Bill doing some early work in Army aviation. It involved aircraft recovery and towing, apparently. No wonder we prefer helicopters for this sort of thing these days...


ARAV-30-1369 Pioneering Army aviators, led by 2LT William Tuttle, are shown here demonstrating in-flight tow hook-ups for disabled aircraft.

Or something like that. Muffy said that's what it said, anyway.

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Mike- My Mom had two POW bracelets. Unfortunately, she still has one. She wears it every Veteran's Day and Memorial Day. We have been lucky this time around- only two Soldiers are missing in Iraq/Kuwait. Scott Speicher still hasn't been located from the first Gulf War, and more recently, Matt Maupin. Matt's 1 year anniversary is coming up in about two weeks. His house is only about a mile from mine, so this hits me hard. Your story reminded me about my Mom's bracelets, and just made it that much more clear to me how lucky my generation has been.
 
Actually, I'm the guy crouched in front of the rear cockpit of the "disabled" aircraft, having a cup of coffee. I'd just clambered down the tow cable to attach it to the lift link on center strut of the demo aircraft... Right. With my acrophobia, I'm really gonna do something like that... Heh.
 
For Mike - I did a static display at Griffiss AFB (back when there was such a place) and got weathered in. I wandered into the "O" and as I was walking up to the bar for a beer, about twenty guys left their table and followed me. Thought I was in for the usual round of fling-wing bashing when one of 'em tugged my 1st Aviation combat patch and said, "No Vietnam helicopter pilot buys his own beer in here as long as we're around." They were a bunch of F-4 guys who'd had to bail and got snatched out of harm's way before the bad guys could get to them. Heh. Even the hangover felt good.
 
Um, I may be wrong here, but isn't that a shot of one of the earliest tests of air to air refueling?
 
Casey - Yup. Shhhhh--it's a joke...
 
Mmm.. DH-4s!
 
Geez, Casey. You need to get out more...
 
Mush alert. re: "Maintaining this space is a lot more work than I thought it would be..." Um... yeah. And you do it magnificently. Thanks, from someone who knows how much work goes into it, and what a labor of love it is. I know Beth must be very proud of you sir. And Dusty and Bill have been fine additions - you're a hard act to follow, but you chose well. Salute.
 
Aw, gawrsh, Cassie. 'Course, it's true for you, too.
 
Amen, PapaBlog... You set a fine example!
 
The things gunners do to get scratched between the ears. Sigh. Cheers JMH
 
John, you motherless son of a goat! Yeah, I know that really doesn't work out, but it sounds good!
 
RE Bill's "no Vn helicopter pilot buys".....Those I know don't either! Seriously, VN Grunts are the same way, once they find out you're VN Rotorwing Type the drinks are on them. Who would have thought two biplanes and a chunk of rope would have evolved into this. http://www.geronimos.org/Pachyderm/Pachygallery/Page_1x.htm (copy/paste, couldn't make link feature work?)
 
It's all over, folks, nothing to see, nothing to concern you--JoA hasn't gone off the deep end, ranting into a mirror. There really is *another* John around this place. Occasionally. When he gets snowed in.
 
R. Jewell - Link. I peeked first. Wow. Memories. Heh. I still get a kick out of what Joe Galloway called us--"God's own lunatics." Of course, around here, they usually drop the "God's own" preamble...
 
John, I think you're right! Heh.
 
About John being a motherless son of a goat or about me being a lunatic? Rats. I think I just answered my own question.
 
An acrophobic lunatic, to boot! How's that work with being a pilot, Bill?
 
Gives an entirely new dimension to the phrase, "Hours and hours of boredom, punctuated by seconds of sheer terror." It's a "control" thing. Sit me in a cockpit at a 50-foot hover and I'm in heaven; put me at the top of a 20-foot extension ladder and I'll shake it apart in a heartbeat.
 
Not just control, either. In vs. on. Ya want trust? STABO.
 
Trust indeed. Nothing like dangling five guys on the end of a longline... Fly too low avoiding the small arms fire making life exciting and you wipe them off in the trees. Fly too high avoiding the small arms fire making life exciting and you run into the heavy stuff. Reason #46,783 why helicopter pilots get grey hair.
 
John, Yer doing a great job at feeding this beast. Day in and day out, you keep feeding it with the best fare out there, making this little piglet get bigger & bigger. But you better watch out, for one of these days it may turn on you & say: FEED ME SEYMOUR - I'M HUNGRAH!!! ... [CHOMP] Oh and Bill, I thought that Chopper pilots never lived old enough use Grecian Formula.
 
Some of us are old enough. Just not dumb enough. About six years back, I had the CG of Fort Benning as a passenger in Hubert, and the weather was solid garbage. He looked me dead in the eye and said, "That grey hair tells me one thing--even if we don't make it to Baltimore, we'll make it to somewhere, and I'll be alive when we get there." Y-e-a-h, got him to Baltimore. Was there any doubt?
 
Glad to know that there are at least some, with the wherewithall to master a contraption that is doing its darnest to fly itself apart. Where should I send you a case of Just-for-Men? A good friend of mine has been driving Pavehawks for the past 18yrs. First with the Army and for the past 6yrs with the AirFarce.... the yarns he tells.
 
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