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David Mitchell
Sorry to hog the Forum, but that last post prompted me to mention another group that were brought together as close as brothers. And we still are.
I flew in a platoon of eight pilots (and about 16 enlisted men) who risked everything to support, cover, and even rescue one another - if and when we were shot down, or even just shot at. Over my 18 months in Vinh Long, that platoon might have totaled about 15 guys - coming and going as their tour expired and they returned to the states.
In that 18 months, that group was shot down either 21 or 24 times - I have lost count.
Yes, I have described our mission for all it's crazness. We were regularly covering one another's back sides, and often were forced to pick one another up under fire. It was sort of an unwriten rule that we would do anyting to cover, protect, or even rescue one another. This is partly explained by my earlier comments about how utterly arrogant we were. Our own fellow pilots - the Cobra and Huey pilots - considered us absolute fools! We agreed - with a big smile.
Except for one brief period, we did not fly at night. Instead, our nights were usually spent gathering in our own "Hooch" after dinner, drinking beer or sodas, and watching Laugh In, or Star Trek (religiously), and retelling the events of the day.
We always applied heavy doses of sarcasm and humor to stories about how frightened we actually were. There was often (not always) a lot of laughter as we spent those nights teasing ourselves. I would go so far as to say that there were incidences of a few guys who were not so secure as to admit any fear. A couple of those turned out to be unable to perfom the mission and were eventually weeded out of the platoon.
Below is a photo of some of that group in our "Club Room" (one slightly larger cubicle than the other sleeping cubicles - where we had a bar and a 12 inch TV).
You might recognize the 12 year-old in the lower forefront.
Some of that same group standing outside our Hooch back door. Yes, Cavarly hats for special ceremonies. Me, second from left in back.

Together again 45 years later (2014 reunion on Hilton Head)
Me on the right end - next to me a guy shot down 5 times! (He was "guilty" of the craziest wildest, bravest act I ever saw - another story to come later)

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