Triggar
2004.05.30, 1616
I got to the flight line a little early this morning, and while I was planning in the nearly empty room, I overheard Horace talking with one of the other flight line people about Vietnam. I was trying to finish my flight plan so I wasn't actively listening, but things like, 'Yeah, the first time I was in
'Nam, it was hot as hell, mosquitos everywhere!' and I was like, "Okay, cool, he fought in Vietnam." They kept talking about bullet holes and helicopters but I had to go out to my plane so I didn't get to listen in.
A little while later, my flight instructor comes out to the plane and I told him about what I heard. Then he says, and I shit you not:
"Oh yeah, Horace was a sharp shooter for the Marines in Vietnam. Yeah, he was really good at it, I guess. I think he did protection for the President for a while, so he must've been pretty good."
HOLY SHIT.
Talk amongst yourselves.
'Nam, it was hot as hell, mosquitos everywhere!' and I was like, "Okay, cool, he fought in Vietnam." They kept talking about bullet holes and helicopters but I had to go out to my plane so I didn't get to listen in.
A little while later, my flight instructor comes out to the plane and I told him about what I heard. Then he says, and I shit you not:
"Oh yeah, Horace was a sharp shooter for the Marines in Vietnam. Yeah, he was really good at it, I guess. I think he did protection for the President for a while, so he must've been pretty good."
HOLY SHIT.
Talk amongst yourselves.