** Oh, were they the one I use to steal, oopps, I mean requisition helicopter parts out of their unlocked conexes to fix up my helicopter. **

170th was my source, right across the line from us at the new swamp.

"Get seats in, Kilpatrick. VIP mission tomorrow. Chaplains."
"I don't have no steenking seats, Dom."
"Well go get some so the good Fathers have a place to sit. 170th has nice ones."

So here I is, skulking around in the dark in the 170th revetments looking for a ship with nice seats, and a guard comes around the revetment. I got nowhere to go, so I plaster myself up against the dark end of the nearest revetment, the end away from the hangar lights. Guy comes walking by, stops, lights a cigarette (facing away from me) not three feet from me. If he had ever turned we both would've had heart attacks.

He keeps walking, I requisition a nice set of seats, game over. Whew.

10 Our Fathers, 10 Hail Marys, don't do it again, hear?