That is why I miss my HUEY, and wanted to go to Fallon SAR. Damn EFM.
(we took the doors off totally)
I may have been a fighter pilot, but I unfortunately never had much opportunity to really ply my Air-to-Air trade . . . as much I desired.
Thus, I always harbored a secret desire to crazily hang out of the open door of a jinking and engaged, HAL-3 Huey, with a mini-gun in my hands, and a-blaze'n away . . . 6,000 7.62 rounds-per-minute at the enemy. . . yeah!
But given those little known and 'under-respected' HAL-3 guys life expectancy, it is just as well I didn't trade them jobs. But they must be remembered.
I was most fortunate to know two (not all made it) Navy, in-country, HAL-3 pilots after the war. Other than Cunningham, they both on average, had more and higher (and really, really deserved) decorations than any Navy Pilots in Vietnam that I ever knew. For the Navy, theirs was a unique, unusual, and dangerous mission that has never been adequately acknowledged.
But their doors were wide open, and I would have loved the ride!
Check 'em out:
http://www.seawolf.org/
http://www.airwarvietnam.com/hal3.htm