About 80% of the work we did in the Hueys was Army Support, so it sort of made sense to give them to the army - particularly after the grunts insisted that the aircrew had to live in tents in the field with them, instead of the motel in Rockhampton. Geez, What's the point in being an officer if you can't have a steak for dinner, washed down with a dozen beers, sleep in an air-conditioned motel and then go fly the toy to carry the smelly grunts? Who would want to smell like them?? Glad I got out while the going was good.
As an aside, we had an early incident with a Chinook, which later became a Christmas tree, when a turbine wheel blew out of the right engine, passed through the pylon and the electrics and hydraulics, and lodged in the left engine. GN had some fun with a running landing on the rubber bladders of water he was carrying (unable to pickle the load) and all were fine.