You can also forget about going to the loo. Great bunch of guys. Thanks S'Mom it has been a while.
Ha ha, yes, sometimes it's just a lot easier not to go to the can for several weeks. HAA.
I wonder if your threat of "Don't make me come back there!" would work on that crowd?
I'm sure it would---Have you met S'mom..
Aw now, you guys can't believe everything that G-Man says. [Actually, you can't believe ANYthing that G-Man says.]
They were great guys to work with. The Captain on the job was the great guy who was killed this past September in the tanker crash at Stead. He thought it'd be neat to bring along music to match the airplane, so he loaded up a cassette player (boombox kinda-thing), and while we'd be parked, waiting for the troops to load up, he'd play all the old WWII music of Glenn Miller!
I tell you what, I teased him at first, but it was almost spooky to hear it coming out of that old DC-3. It was like a time warp... almost like going back in time. The best part was when a young paratrooper came up, shook Gene's hand, and said his DAD had jumped out of DC-3s in the war, and he was so excited to be getting a chance to, too, and that the music made him think of his father even more.
I'll try to find a couple more pictures to throw in here.
They were all super guys. It looked cool as hell when we did the night drops -- the back of the airplane was just a black hole, then they all broke their Chem-lites at the same time as they stood up to get ready to exit. It was a ghostly scene of big dark shapes, in a pale green hue... I wish I had a picture of that.