C-130 Airlift in Vietnam
Alert last night started out pretty dull--we didn't do a thing the first 6 hours. Then we had a couple of engine runs to do. We finished up for the evening and were ready to head home. Earlier I'd put some cans of beer for the crew in the big ice locker so we'd have 'em cold at the end of the day.
And the lid dropped on my arm. It was fortunate that Bruno was standing nearby when that lid fell 'cause I couldn't have lifted it by myself--the thing was like a beartrap! One of the Det One drivers whisked me over to the horsepistol in a pickup and I was feeling kinda bad--shock I guess. A doc squeezed and prodded and decided there was nothing broken, then a very expert corpsman gave me some novocaine and stitched me up--2 on the top of my left forearm and 3 underneath.
So now I'm at the fright sturgeon's, picking up my DNIF (duties not including flying) slip. What a dummy.
Today is your folks' silver anniversary. Army chopper pilots avoid explicitly mentioning FM radio frequencies over the air by calling 56.82 "sixty-eight-two plus a golden anniversary".
Col. Reasoner flew with my crew today and will do so again tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll get my stitches removed. Not bad.