Wayne Dorn is a natural leader. He’s shown here with Alabama man Donnie Sloggett and Kent Van Hoesen. He’s photographed in the middle of putting our Na Trang outing back in order after a slight setback. Turns out we were supposed have a guard posted on our Six-bi truck. We didn’t so the MPs took it off to impound. We had borrowed the truck from the CIA spies in the Crazy Cat squadron for trip from Cam Rahn. Mister J didn’t want any problems with the spooks so he puts Dorn in charge of the situation. He’s only an E-3 but everyone knows the African prince from the South Side of Chicago is always in charge. Mister J wisely treats Dorn as a trusted chief. Before we understood the situation outside Dorn grabs the shotgun to regulate. No one questions him as he says, “I got this.” Knowing if quick action will fix things, Dorn’s got the solution in hand. This time Woof Cookie, as we all call him, only had to use his golden way with words. A taxi ride to MP headquarters, a few “yes sirs, no sirs,” and a “Sorry about that ya’all,” gets our ride home back. We start calling Dorn “Woof Cookie” when he saved Phil and I from getting a well-deserved ass whoopin one night in the barracks. He had jumped into the face of our attacker saying, “You sellin woof cookies man? Cause if you sellin woof cookies, then I’m buying.” That got us out of a jam of our own foolish creation. Dorn, who would one day climb a flaming guard tower and save a wounded man from death by fire, was good to have around a war. It’s said he came home with a Silver Star. Wonder what he’s in charge of now.