“After arriving in Vietnam, a Captain approached me and said I was qualified to be a pilot and could be trained in in two weeks to fly a helicopter.”
“I told him I was a lover (born on Valentine’s Day), not a fighter. He said it was safe and the helicopter would protect me. I responded that there were pilots being killed every day, and I didn’t want to be added to the list of casualties.
“I ended up being a battalion mail clerk. My life may have been entirely different if I had taken that captain up on learning to fly.”