Put down the Budweiser – a Vietnam flying story
I pulled up one of the chairs, recalling the uneventful mission, filling out the paperwork after taking three quick chugs of beer. Soon, I would be over at the O Club, catching up on all the news from my fellow pilots there, whether they be F-4 drivers or Electric Goon (EC-47) ones. Then… CRACKLE – CRACKLE. The little speakers at the radio rack announced an incoming call.