Controlled Descent My Arse!

The next thing I know I’m a “Lance Criminal” and running circles around a helicopter in the dessert trying to get hydraulic fluid back where it is supposed to be.

Chocolate Mountains USMC Training Area, Yuma, Arizona circa 1985

There I was, no shit back in the Nam…

I never prayed so hard than when we finally took off hoping that the helicopter I am riding in would not crash-land again that day.

The End and Semper Fi

Your humble servant in the flesh.

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