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Kicked out of college, drifting along on the high times of the late sixties, Tom was tripping down the California coast in a VW bus with his flower-child girlfriend when a letter from his Uncle Sam caught up with him. "Greetings." And, so it was, next stop truly was Vietnam.
Ironically, young men with uncertain futures were exactly who the aero scouts of the 1st Cav were looking for to fly the hunter half of the division's "hunter-killer" teams. Trolled like bait, the job of the aero scouts was to attract targets to fill the insatiable maws of the teams' AH-1 Cobras. "Like homicidal hummingbirds we furiously worked the !
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