Our "hero", A/1C Motes, "bon vivante" and our "shotgun". He was the star of the funniest incident that I witnessed that year. That day we left Cordova, Motes needed some "fuel" for the plane ride back to MDO. Here he is finishing one of the three bottles he consumed in the one hour that it took to get from that location, via the bus to the airport, and the flight back to MDO. The other two bottles were half pints of flavored vodka! One hour later when we landed on MDO, Motes had passed out in the rear seat of the plane. It took 2--3 guys to get him to the doorway, where he shook them off, and proceeded down the "stairs". Halfway down, he collapsed, and slid the rest of the way, and passed out at the feet of our new CO (don't remember his name). Our CO had arranged the weekend, and was there to greet us on our return. Also present was F/Sgt. Kirby Steinhauer with his movie camera. Kirby was laughing so hard, he could hardly keep the camera steady. Not our CO. He was deeply religous, and didn't like the drinking and gambling (we didn't do those things, did we?) in the first place, although he was smart enough to ignore it--for the sake of morale. After a couple of minutes, Mote awoke, seemingly unhurt. The CO told him to report to his office at 8am the next morning. Motes was not disciplined--just a "mild" chewing out. And that's how Motes acquired his "hero" status.