That's odd. I was in the world's best flying club (Refer to "Per Ardua Ad Astra" below) and I distinctly remember working on things with rotors on the roof. We also went camping with them in the jungle. There were lots of trees and Indonesians with guns and stuff. Of course, all us Air Force types were too pissed to pay too much attention. Fighting is for "Pongos" after all!
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