The first time I rode on a helo, I puked into a pretty plastic bag. I blame the chiefs from the night before who said, "Oh, you're going to your first ship? Here...have a drink." It was all downhill after that. Then the next day while I'm waiting for the bird to be ready, I walked into the squadron's store and bought a sandwich. A tuna sandwich. Big mistake.
My next experience in a helo wasn't a whole lot better, but at least I didn't throw up this time. Nothing like a nice long flight from the NAG to Bahrain. I don't know how those C/M/SH-53 guys do it. I've heard Phrogs are worse, but I've never ridden in one and I don't want.
Trust me, if I helo has to plunk me out of the water, I'll be very happy to see it. Under any other circumstances, though, I'll do what I can to avoid them.
And before anyone else gets their underoos in a twist about my comment on helos fly, that one was given to me by a helo pilot, my first department head and the coolest guy I have ever worked for.