Eric,

Like you and Parnelli, I spent a great deal of my life in one of our beloved "Huey's". They were our main mode of transportation into and out of battle in Viet Nam, and as Parn said, those unarmed Dustoff birds saved countless lives.

Nothing matches the thrill of going into an LZ, standing on the skids of a Huey. When the bird flares a bit you just jump from whatever height your at. The last friendly sound you hear is the whomp whomp of the Huey's rotor blades as they fade in the distance.

Something about those grand old birds just makes ya feel safe.

REE

P.S. I don't think I ever rode in a Huey that had the seats in it. That looks different.