David Mitchell
Mike,
I doubt you would have climed into my cockpit anyway if you realized what you were getting into. But you raise an intersting point. We did have a few "weed" problems in our squadron, but not nearly as much as you might think or hear about elsewhere.Yet I knew it to be a more serious problem in other types of units. I cannot account for this except that it may have been a different type of person in an aviation unit than is other units - say infantry. I would probaly be accused of some sort of discrimination, but I have often wondered about this myself (not the first time anyone had asked me). In an aviation unit we were top heavy with officers and warrant officers - say 40 of us (all pilots) in a company of 200 men, compared to 3 or 4 in an infantry unit. Am I saying it was a problem with enlisted men and not officers - absolutely NOT! We also did not have very much of it in our enlisted ranks either. My "theory" is that it was the task and the work we were inviolved with - both the mission in the air, and the long hours of serious mechanical maintainence on the ground. There was little down time, and everyone seemed to be on the same page about getting things done. Maybe this is part of it - I have no idea, but an interesting question I've pondered for many years.
But we did have two cases, one Warrant Office Pilot (in my own platoon - a Scout pilot), and one of our assistant crew chiefs. The crew chief, a mexican kid (Spec 5) from San Antonio who we absolutely loved. His work gradually grew more sloppy, then his memory started to get fuzzy, but the final giveaway was continiuing trend of tools disappearing from the flight line work shed - which he was in charge of. Our platoon leader finally staked out the shed late one night and followed the kid all the way back from the flight line to the airfield front gate - a long walk, where he was selling the tools for cash to locals from the town. He had been selling for months to support his habit. We were crushed when we found out. We all liked him.
The pilot, a sort of dark soul in the midst of a bunch of happy go lucky, arogant, dare-devils, was flying for a while on weed. I don't know for how long but he came to me (of all people) to fess up first. I was terribly conflicted about "ratting" on one of my fellow platoon mates, but I had to do something. I told that same platoon leader (who was a good friend) that "Al has something important to talk to you about". They were in the process of evaluation what to do with him when he sort of punched his own ticket with another strange occurrance.
I mentioned way back in this forum how we were such a close group and we sat together an laughed about the mission each night. Well, not EVERY night. We had our arguements - and even a couple of fist fights. One night, a guy I'll called JP was quite drunk and provoked Al into grabbing his revolver and threatening to kill JP - pointing the gun right at him. We wrestled Al to the floor and got his gun away from him. Within a few days he was gone - home - jail - I have no idea?
In my expereience, alcohol was a much bigger problem than May Jane - and much more widespread. Just our own little platoon had several heavy drinkers - and many more throughout the company and both sisiter companies. JP the worstin our platoon by far. I mean this guy was a "drunk"! We also had one C.O., a Major with a real serious drinking problem and we were not told until he started throwing some crazy tantrum episodes in the cockpit - during the missson! And it would be just my luck that his first one was with me as his co-pilot, trying to pick up a downed Loach pilot under fire. The most confusing and hair raising 5 or 6 minutes of my life. He's the one who later was flown away to LBJ under heavy sedation and in a straight jacket.
I could share some funny stuff about JP, but this is getting too long (again). He flew my wing for several months and boy was that an adventure! I found him a few years ago by phone and his 3rd wife has made him quit drinking. But he is still a character.
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