In spring of 1973 I'd PCS'd to S.E.A. (specifically, Ubon, Thailand) as a USAF photojournalist. Had a "Little Card" authorizing me to hop rides on about anything going where I was assigned to go. But sometimes the only ride goin' my way was a C-47. They were called "Klong" airliners, regularly scheduled, travelling around the whole of Southeast Asia. Noisy, spartan craft, but always got me where I needed to be. My dad was wounded in early 1945 in West Germany and flown out across the Channel in a Goonie. They're still flying. Durn'd things just don't quit!