Yeah, those guys were everywhere in 70. At least, they were everywhere I flew. And friendly! They were all the friendliest people in the Nam! It's really strange, you know, but I still run into some them occasionally here in the World --- like out on the Interstates, and in traffic jams (we have to go all the way to Colorado or Montana to see any of those) and such.
Pickett
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