Asked him about the 6" hairline scar.
He was right seat in a helicopter with about four or five others taking out a group of our soldiers in an intense battle, when one next to them just came apart at the seams and all kinds of stuff flew all over on the horizontal, decapitating his helo and the top 1/4" or so of his head.
Yikes...
Worst I ever had (other than the crash) was the day that they'd just delivered a brand-new, freshly emptied and sanitized Kybo to a spot right next to our LZ in Ft Hood...
I was about to have me a good, calm, leisurely, morning sit-down, complete with a cuppa Joe, a smoke, and read my latest copy of..., Umm.. FSM... yeah... That's it... FSM...
I get settled in, and sure as heck, the birds show up to drop the howitzers.. All of a sudden, the door comes up and hits me in the face, and I'm on my head and something REALLY wet is pouring out all over me...
The damn Chinook blew the Kybo over on its front, door on the ground, me on the door, and drowning in blue stuff that's pouring out of the tank, it's httin' me in the face, head, shoulders, hands, chest.....
My troopage called me "Sergeant Smurf" for a friggin' week...