48 year old nightmare
About March of this year 2020 I woke up soaked in sweat and spit half a tooth against the bedroom wall. Then I realized I had a nightmare of an event that took place in 1972. Our Chinook was taking fire-NVA wre trying to cimb inside over the ramp.
I was gritting my teeth so hard my jaws locked.
The strange part is...It took 48 years to break that tooth.
Then the Amnesia let me remember that we doorgunners would bite down on a piece of leather that we kept in our shirt pockets. I had broken a couple teeth early on until a doorgunner on his 3rd tour told me about using the leather. It tasted nadty at first, but it worked.
Tuesday, July 21, 2020 at 23:10:55 (EDT)