After
some coffee, Talbert, the crew and I cleaned the inside and
outside of the chopper. By the time the Colonel came out, it
looked great. He laid his map on the floor and asked if I could
get him to a location he had marked. He wanted to recon an area
to find a suitable LZ.
Looking
at my name tag, he said, “Mr. Miller, I guess you were told
not to take me below twelve hundred feet.”
“Sir,
let’s just say I was told that I would be held responsible for
this helicopter and the life of everyone on board. They did
sneak in that my mission was to help you accomplish yours, so if
the crew doesn’t object, Talbert and I will fly you any damn
place you want to go and at any altitude you want. Que Sera
Sera”
An
“Oh, ****,” came from the other side of the aircraft. It was
almost a whisper, Diary. But Black Hawk heard it.
With
a look on his face that would have melted steel, Black Hawk did
an about face and yelled, “Don’t you, ‘Oh ****’ me. Get
your ass out of that seat, Lieutenant, and shake the hand of our
new aircraft commander, Mr. Miller.”
“Yes,
Sir.” The Lieutenant went on, “Sir, you’ve raised so much
hell around here, he’s probably a damn VC and once we’re on
board will fly us directly to Hanoi.”
Black
Hawk looked at me so seriously it was scary. “Do you think you
could get me to Hanoi?” Before I could reply, he said, “No,
that’s asking too much. VC or not, I like you Miller.”
“Amen,”
came from the crew chief’s compartment. Black Hawk said,
“Looks like we’ve got a mutiny on our hands, Mr. Miller.”