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Looking up at the sky, I’m thankful that at least it stopped raining. Not sure I really like these static displays but it gives me a chance to fly into a town and land in parking lots. These little displays are set up to give people a chance to look at the equipment, climb around on the aircraft and ask us questions. I happen to be a helicopter pilot stationed at Ft. Lewis, Washington. I fly the Cobra gunship. This was my month to run the static displays. So like I said, at least today wasn’t rainy like it is so much up here in the Pacific Northwest. We were a group of three aircraft and a few ground vehicles that we use in the field. We had my gunship, a Kiowa scout ship as well as the old ‘Huey’ troop ship. That meant our group had four pilots, three crew chiefs, and four ground troops with the vehicles. I continued to help set up the display, making sure all the warning banners and pins are in place, taking one last walk around to make sure there isn’t anything that I don’t want to lose just laying around. Things tend to walk off. I got back up to the front of the aircraft and moved in my position for people to start their little parade through, watching as they open the gate. I had only seen maybe half a dozen kids come through and climb around on the aircraft and I turned to face the new group that had walked up to me and immediately felt a warm, wet, sticky blob slap me in the face.  The girl standing in front of me looked up at me and said, “You ought to be ashamed of yourself, baby killer.” Yep, one of the guests for this little function had decided to spit in my face and call me a baby killer. Hadn’t happened in quite a while and of course, it couldn’t be some big college guy that wanted to start something, it had to be a very small woman. She was up in my face and yelling at me as if I had stepped on a puppy or something. Local Leos grabbed hold of her and pulled her away before I even get a chance to talk to her. I head back inside our little tent to clean up. As I came back out of the tent I saw that the local police and Sp5 Daum are talking to the woman. Daum is my crew chief. She is a hell of a mechanic. She takes care of my bird and the only time she gets to fly is when we go to these displays. istanbul travesti The Cobra is only two seat and has a pilot and pilot/gunner, so no room for a crew chief in flight. I figured I should just stay away, so I go over to get a hot chocolate and relax. I sat back in the lawn chairs near the aircraft. I looked over and saw the woman sitting with Spec5 Daum and the local police. It looked like Rita was doing most of the talking. “Listen,” Rita started, “I know that Mr. Bohn would not want this to turn into anything ugly. He’s not going to press charges, he’s not going to say anything at all. How about just leaving her with me and let me talk to her for a bit. Like I said, he’s not going to press charges, after all, it was just a little spit.” I saw one of the cops shrug and said it was okay and they left the girl behind with Rita. “I know you don’t know Mr. Bohn, but you got him all wrong. First off, he’s one of the nicest men you’ll ever meet. Yes, he was involved in some things but that was combat it doesn’t show the true person inside. Let me tell you a little story about him. His last mission really fell apart. There are a lot of casualties and one of the aircraft that he was with was shot down. Mr. Bohn took his aircraft in to help extract the survivors and it was shot up pretty bad. He got who he could back to the airfield and got them into the MASH and then he went back with that shot up aircraft. That day he made seven different trips to extract both soldiers that were trapped there by crossfire, as well as some locals.” She continued, “When everything was said and done he had pulled thirty-two people out of a firefight, he made seven trips and starting with the third trip in he had to change aircraft, the one he started with had too much damage from the rounds it took. When it was all over, when everyone was safe and the shooting had stopped, Mr. Bohn climbed out of the aircraft that he’d been flying and was covered in blood, his blood. It seems he took shots to the belly and his legs on the first trip in, when he saved the downed aircraft crew.” She added, “He kept going back until he got them all, as well as soldiers on the ground and some civilians istanbul travesti that have got trapped in the firefight. Now tell me, does that sound like a baby killer?  Trust me, we understand your hatred of what we do but someone has to do it or your life wouldn’t be what it is today. Just think of things like that when you see someone like Mr. Bohn. Don’t see the soldier, see the man.” Rita sat and talked to her for a little longer and then she walked away from the woman, came over to where I was and sat down. I already had her hot chocolate ready. A few minutes later we looked over and the woman was no longer in the area. “She got you pretty good, old man, I’m surprised you didn’t go after her,” Rita chuckled as she spoke. “Hey, listen, you know people have their ideas about us and there’s nothing that I can do about it. I just wish they’d rather sit and talk than to throw stuff, spit on me or whatever, you’d be amazed at how many times this has happened,” was all I said. We spent the rest of the day at the display, answering questions, helping kids up and down so they can climb in the aircraft, watching to make sure too many switches aren’t flipped the wrong way and enjoying the day and the people. It was a very nice day, well, after the start. We are set up for an entire weekend, Friday through Sunday, and the ‘powers that be’ in my unit, the ones that are not here, have given us accommodations at a lovely little motel just down the street. So, after our nice little show, we walked to the rooms, changed into civilians and stopped at the nice little bar on the corner. It was a typical small town bar, loud music, louder conversations but at least friendly faces and food. I needed food. We ordered and sat back to enjoy the rest of the evening. When the food was brought to us, I noticed that the waitress was the lady from the display earlier. I picked up a napkin from the table and held it up in front of me. It took a few minutes and I believe she actually recognized Rita first, but her eyes widened and her face turned red and she made this funny little noise as she stared at me. “ I… umm… aaah… I can get another waitress if you wish?” stumbled from her mouth as she looked istanbul travesti like her throat suddenly went arid. Everyone looked at me and I simply said, “You’re already here, so just write, there is no problem here.” She took our orders and scurried back into the kitchen and of course, that was when the jokes started. “Hey old man, aren’t you worried she might add something special to your chow.” And that was the nice comment. We finished the meal and sat for far too long drinking from the bar. Since I was in charge I had the funds for the meal and went over to pay. Yes, of course, my accoster was the one that checked me out. It was a very quiet transaction and when she handed me the change and receipt she didn’t even look at me. I took the money and told her, “No need to feel bad, I do understand and it is nice to see someone with that much passion for what they believe in. Just remember, most soldiers are not the monsters that the tasks that are required of them make us appear to be. I have no hard feelings.” “Thanks for not pressing charges,” slipped out of her mouth as she turned to go back to the floor. Smiling as I walked away, I headed back to the group, finished up our drinks and headed out. On the way out the door, I noticed that Rita had held back, headed toward the ladies room, so I waited on her. I stood outside to catch some fresh air and after about five minutes or so, Rita came out and we headed down to our rooms. I dropped my crew chief off at her door and move down to the next one, slipped my key in the lock and headed inside. Heading in for a shower, I got ready for bed to rest up for another day of sitting in a lawn chair and answering questions. I came out of the bathroom picked up a pair of sweat pants off the bed and slid those on as I started drying my hair. I heard a knock at the door. Thinking it was one of the group, I opened the door and standing in front of me was the waitress from the restaurant. She stands there and looked at me for a few minutes dressed in an overcoat. She looks at me and says, “Rita gave me your room number and said that perhaps you would be willing to accept my apology for today.” I’m not sure what to do, I drop the towel from my head and told her, “Ma’am, I don’t have any problem with you at all. I accept your apology and I think it’s wonderful that you came up to tell me, thank you.” “I was wondering if maybe we could have a nightcap before you head to bed. I was told you like tequila,”  she pulled out a bottle from behind her back.

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