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Another incident
I recall a morning of a rocket attack. Skip Booher & I helped a
young sergeant get a purple heart. The three of us were in the mess hall
when the attack started. We all headed for the bunker, first the Sgt.,
then me, then Skip. The Sgt. broke his toe when he tripped on a piece of
PSP, I ran over him and fell, then Skip ran over me but I wasn't hurt
having padding under me. After the attack was over, I met Bill Young
walking up the road with a rather unsightly crease down the center of
his forehead & nose. I had tried to wake Bill when I left but my
efforts had been in vain ( maybe too much Black Label) . Seems a rocket
had hit an outhouse across the road from our hooch & the concussion
had blown Bill out of bed. In the confusion, he met head-on with the
corner of a foot locker. You know, I never again had a problem getting
Bill up. After I went to maintenance , I no longer faced the dangers my
friends did, but I hope we kept them flying good enough that they didn't
have to worry about that.
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