I met the DIA General, ‘Magic Dragon’, at Long Binh, Vietnam, while I was delivering the Army Supply System and Intelligence computer tapes from Fort Shafter’s CSC-PAC in Oahu. My pilot and I had just barely made it back intact from the northern bases. The General commended us, and made us an offer—on the spot. We signed up.
The DIA had its own military arm; it was a phantom limb. All this and more I learned—as a fine end to a long and desperate day of flying in a wounded helicopter.