I was at Humphrey's, June 89 - June 90, A 2-501st, CH47 Pilot
[br. I was in Aco 2/501st Heavy Maintenance Platoon from May 89 - June 90. Probably crossed paths a number of times. “Scary Sherry” was my platoon leader. Went to Ft Carson afterwards, and deployed to Desert Storm from there. ETS’d June 91. Been in Los Angeles, working at LAX, on MD-10’ & MD-11’s ever since. My phone number is (310)923-4001. Little post Desert Storm story: 2012, I found out I was shot after the fact. I have a high tolerance for pain. Chest X-ray revealed I had a bullet in my right lung. Didn’t bother me so I didn’t do anything about it. Thought about how it got there and I have concluded I was shot while hooking up a sling load. I think while hooking up Sergeant Hurt’s. I remember seeing him while I was thrown to my left, without getting zapped by static electricity, briefly seeing stars. Came to, and immediately hooked up the center hook. Then grabbed the forward tether and the whole Chinook landed on my back and I remember pushing the helicopter up with my back. Sgt Hurt asked for two clicks up. Got the helicopter off my back and I slammed the tether onto the forward hook and got the heck out of there and over to the next load. A day or so later, after taking my first shower in a long time I remember finding a little hole that wouldn’t stop bleeding a few inches below my right arm pit. I remember walking around camp without a shirt and three Army girls PFC Grajales, Paula?, and the Supply Sergeant. Couldn’t tell you where everyone went. We all came from every where. We all went back home every where. Nathan Stoddard is back in Vermont. He was in Korea at the same time. What I have been looking for is a Chinook Crews Reunion. Maybe someone that can corroborate my story to the VA. Grajales is the only name I can think of. Nothing else from there. Sgt Rullman probably died of cancer caused by the water in Fountain Colorado. He’s the one that let me sleep for hours for a few days (I know now) after getting shot. Sleeping was totally out of my character and I felt bad for not pulling my weight for a few days and it probably caused some animosity within the platoon which set the tone for the next few months until we were able to rotate back to Ft Carson. Kinda treated badly and when I found out I had a bullet in me, my first thoughts were those bastards dropped a bullet into my mouth while I was sleeping, but after thinking about out it, there was no reason to do that and too many witnesses to pull it off and it’s the only thing that could have violently thrown me to my left. Two months ago, the bullet came out in tiny pieces. Almost killed me. Cut my kidneys, urinary, sepsis, kidney infection, liver infection 7 weeks straight on antibiotics. Into Jeep Wheeling these days. Open to an event and we can call it “Chinook Crews Crawl”. Anyways...... would love to reconnect and share old stories. Totally plan on being in Washington DC for the unveiling of the DESERT STORM MEMORIAL. See you all there!