The best one I had was the last mission I flew on Croc 242. We had gone looking for the bad guys that had shot Gator 409 out of the sky with a B-40 rocket. Mr. Garrison was my A/C. Mr. Menard peter-pilot. Gunner was Mike Rowan. We had made one run where the grunts thought the rocket came from when we got involved with a quad fifty. It first fired on our wing man. We saw it and rolled in. By the time we got done we had enough holes in the tailboom that it would have to be replaced. One main rotor blade, chin bubble and a few holes in the floor. The thing I most remember is the guy from the prop and rotor shop bitching at me because there was a brass strike in one of the tail rotor blades. He had just replaced it the week before and now he would have to find another one.