* * * * * The 23 rd of June, 1968, found me on a platform operated by the Placid Oil Company – close to 105 miles offshore - in Block Ship Shoal #207. The morning was broken overcast and humid; the air hung on me like a wet blanket and possessed that foreboding sensation, which accompanies hurricane weather. I was on edge that morning, pacing back and forth on the helipad, as I awaited the arrival of the Huey that was taking me back to Morgan City. My replacement had previously arrived on another Huey, and was currently flying my helicopter to a production platform. Bell advert for the 204B “Huey.” The reason for my edginess was a ration of bad news I had received a few days before - regarding a flying buddy – when I transit...