I have an old Army field jacket. The lining and the pockets are torn and there's a couple rips in the jacket but I can't bring myself to throw it away. About 6-7 years before I retired I flew the same job, out of Rockport Texas, with this fellow (wearing the hat, I'm on the right). He was a ex Army Major, Vietnam helicopter gunship pilot. Great guy. He was one of those wild guys that you either instantly dislike or really enjoy being around him him. Once his girlfriend shot holes in his car as he was driving away, but that's another story. His name was Mike. We flew the Bell 206L and 407 and worked good with each other. He could be counted on to CYA. A year or so before I retired I mentioned to Mike that years before I really liked my old Marine Corps field jacket. Soon Mike showed up at work with this field jacket and gave it to me. Shortly after I retired he crashed in bad weather on a offshore heliport. The helicopter fell about 100 feet to the water killing the pilot and all but one passenger. Mke was blamed, pilot error. I called the company and said that's BS. Mike was too good a pilot to make the mistakes they said he had. He and I had flown in some real bad s*** a number of times. He was cool and experienced. After a NTSB investigation he was cleared. A loose electrical conduit on the heliport had hung his skid causing him to lose control and crash. Over the years I've known dozens of pilots that have been killed but Mike's death really hit me hard. Anyhow I seem to keep grabbing this old raggedy jacket when heading out the door........... like I'm doing now.