Fellow airmen called him "Earthquake McGoon"the burly, black-browed man with the big laugh and the outspoken contempt for the quiet life. Earthquake was born to trouble and hairbreadth escapes.
Twice a day for the past six weeks, weather permitting, Earthquake had eased his massive body (6 ft., 250 lbs.) into the pilot seat of a C-119 Flying Boxcar, trucked its seven-ton load of ammunition and food the 90 flying minutes from Haiphong to beleaguered Dienbienphu.
As the Viet Minh's ack-ack spat up at him, Earthquake made the wide circling letdown to 1,500 ft., lumbered across...
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