I entered my name (Terry J Gwinn) in Google just for the hell of it, and this is what I got.
http://www.flyarmy.org/K10176.HTM
When that that kid reported into the platoon he looked 15 years old, I couldn't believe he was cobra qual'd. He was, and I made the decision that he was going to ride as my front seat, I would make sure that he went home safe.
If you read the entire thing, you will note in the general information that I allude to threatening the Doctor with my Car-15. In actuality I crammed it (Car-15) into his mouth, and demanded that he fix the kid, "Fix him or join him.", after awhile I realized that with half of his brain in his helmet he wasn't going to get any better. At that point I withdrew the weapon, apologized to the Doc, gave him my name and unit, and told him that I would understand if he wanted to press charges. He stated that he didn't want to cause me any more problems.
That was one shitty day, we had been flying along looking for trouble...the front canopy exploded, and I had blood and grey matter all over. The front of the windshield was so covered in blood and gore that I could barely see out of it to fly. It was a totally helpless, frustrating situation, I knew he was badly wounded, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to help him. I contacted Rach Gia told them to get their MD to the runway, and I would land next to his aid vehicle. I was informed that he was in a meeting, and would be along when he could.
I exploded, and exchanged words with the tower, when I got to Rach Gia he was there, and I landed right next to him.
Shitty day all around.
Terry