Captain Tin was above all the madness on the ground, completely calm and collected while his aircraft took numerous hits from enemy rounds. I asked him how he could hover so long. He told me that when he piloted a helicopter, he thought only about flying nothing else. No enemy bullets, weather or anything. Only flying. That day wasn't my turn to die. Amazing man. Looking at Captain Tin for a brief moment, generated a mental image I'd carried with me forever. Frankly, I never understood how one man could be so steady under so much enemy fire and keep the chopper hovering. Can you imagine? It's his day. Yeah.