[PsyOp]

I spent four years in Army Aviation. What this guy did was nothing. One time, in Germany, we practically landed in some ladies backyard (in a UH-1, bigger than an Alouette) so we could go to the gasthuas down the street and have lunch.

The old lady was dressed just like some German peasant from a hundred years ago and stood frozen (in mid hoe - as she was doing a bit of gardening at the time), and stared at us like we'd just landed in a spaceship from Mars. We waved. Said hello, and politely asked for directions to the eatery (she just pointed as she was still speachless), as we locked up the chopper and tied down the blades.

Then there was the time the pilots got lost and hovered in the middle of the road, between the trees that lined each side so they could get close enough to read the sign that gave the name of the village (all those German villages look alike from the air). The PIC had me hang my head out the door so I could check for cars that might run up behind us and warn the him in time to pull pitch. Nasty thing to rear end a tail-rotor.

Those were the days...

[NativeSon]

Those were the days...

I'll bet you got stories that would go great with beer and BBQ.

My father use to entertain us with his 101 Airborn shenanigans.