Seven days after graduating high school, June '65, I was walking on pins & needles because my Draft No. was coming up. I had just got my civilian Private Pilot certificate 8 weeks before, so the Army brochure about Warrant Officer Flight School I found on the table of the breakroom where I worked, caught my attention. "Hmmm... I can do this!"
That was the point I seriously considered the possibility of it becoming a reality, so I ventured to the nearest Recruiting office, took the test and was accepted. At least "I" would decide my military fate and not some draft quota requirement.
Helicopters are my second love... fixed wing will always come first. None of the helicopters give me butterflies quite like the site of a Yellow & Red Aeronca 7AC... (the type I first learned to fly in.)
Take care,
Frank