His Huey landed right on top of them--not a darned
thing he could do about it. It still kind of bothered him those many years
later. Maybe that's why he concentrated on telling me the funny stories as I
grew up.

Sounds about right - I have to pick and choose what I tell my kids, because
they REMEMBER!

"Dad, isn't that a Crashhawk flying over there?"

"Uhh, yeah. Please stop calling it that."
"But, you saaaaaaid...?"

"Dammit, we didn't crash - it was just an engine fire, and everyone called them
that! Now, just forget it."

"Ok, dad." slight pause "Hey, look, a Seapig flying over there!"

sigh

Speaking of which, an SH-3H made a 500' pass over the top of my house today -
close enough to read modex number 700 plain as day! Don't see too many
Seapi... err SeaKings any more. Sure beats watching Ghettobirds orbiting
overhead...

v/r
Gordon
====(A+C====
USN SAR

Donate your memories - write a note on the back and send your old photos to a
reputable museum, don't take them with you when you're gone.