Hi Chopper,
I wish I were worthy to wear the CIB. Common people hear the term, Grunt, and they have no idea. My stepfather, Dad, wore the distinguished CIB but I was a 67N20 and could never earn that distinction. At the VA one day the AF Col. that commanded the Spooky Puff the Magic Dragon flights, and I were discussing our missions and a small black Grunt got up and came over to join in.,
We were running the range of conversation when we reached the topic of crazy acts. I still wear my Air Medal, having earned it 11 times over and my wings on my hat in miniature. He pointed at the Col. and said he loved the Close Combat Support of his men and then swung his arm to point at my head/hat and said something to the effect that he knew I was either stupid or crazy.
Laughing I asked him to explain as my wife got a pained look of expectation but he answered, "I could hide behind a tree, behind a dead Water Buffalo, behind a dead body on the ground... where in the H--- are you ever going to hide that D----- Helicopter when they start shooting at you?" I laughed harder and told him that I never saw a single Grunt refuse to accept the Ammo, Hot Meals or a ride out of that mess and we all three laughed at the memories of the horrors past.
Having been Close Combat Support for the Grunts of Custer's 2nd of the 7th, my dad's WW II unit my most treasured honorarium is not my Wings nor is it my Air Medal, I feel most honored when I receive a hearty "Gary Owen" greeting from one of the former or the present members of Custer's Calvary.
I, honestly, never thought of not flying at 2 to 5 in the morning because those men were either going to die because Dust-Off had refused to land or they were about to be over run and they needed relief. The Killer Spades, as of late '69, averaged 3.5 dead Crew a week but I never had one of my Pilots nor any of my Crewmen refuse to go.
I don't know, stupidity?