Nothing as heroic or eventful for me on Christmas Day 1966. I know we spent the better part of the day delivering hot meals, soda, beer, and mail to the troops in the field. By the time we got back to Holloway what was left in the chow hall looked and smelled like what we sometimes burned when in the field. It was C-Rats for me cold beer and post flight. It did not matter I was content to have brought a little bit of Christmas to the Grunts.

New Years was considerably different, if memory serves me correct we dinned on C-Rats, cold Beer, any JP4 that was available and live ammo at the stroke of 12:00.

Tom Gator 851.