Helicopter Pilot(As: W.E. Butterworth)

At the Park Avenue offices of Collier, Richards & Company, an advertising firm, Tony Fletcher was known as a boy wonder. Only twenty-two, Tony was the youngest account executive in the firm and was already in charge of two of its most important accounts — Corey Tires and the Blackman Boatworks. Because of these two accounts, Tony had a sports car that was partially subsidized by the company and unlimited use of two luxury power boats moored in a New York marina. All this, an apartment in New York City, a beautiful girl friend — Collier, Richards employees had good reason to think Tony had been born under the sign of Lady Luck. Some of them didn't even know that Tony, a qualified truck driver and a heavy-equipment operator, was also a paid-up member of the Teamster's Union. Further, he had a Phi Beta Kappa key to prove that under the brawn there were indeed, brains. Tony was more than a little pleased with himself, although at times he was sure he would rather go back to driving trucks for a living. He felt he could be happy in New York for years to come — until the day he received his inevitable Greetings from the President and an invitation to report for a preinduction physical. It was no time at all before Tony found himself in basic training at Fort Dix, with the question before him: what was he to do in the Army? Tony would have preferred to drive a truck, but the Army worked in strange ways, and he suddenly found himself a Warrant Officer Candidate Aviator student — of all things. He was going to learn to fly a helicopter. Life as a "chopper" pilot was at times dangerous and at times exciting, but in the end Tony knew he would have had it no other way.