Good early morning, friends and family.
It’s about 3:30 am. I’m awake. So naturally it’s time for another tru(ish) Nam story from 55 years ago.
First, a little background about age.  I flew as.navigator in the oldest aircraft in the Air Force inventory ( remember this was 55 years ago and I tend to exaggerate). The C-47 was a 30’s vintage plane that I think Shirley Temple bailed out of in “ Good Ship Lollipop”.

My primary crew, who I flew over 100 missions with, was relatively young.  Our aircraft commander (AC) was a young captain. about 30 like me. BUT—-  i flew several missions with a different crew that typically consisted of an OLD  Lieutenant Colonel AC ( about 42) who had been flying a desk for the last 10 years, and a very young co-pilot, right out of pilot training, which was in modern fighter jets.  Ergo, as their naviguesser, i was the most experienced crew member with over 3000 flying hours in C130 and C-141 aircraft. 
One other bit of background.  One of my navigation instruments was an old drift meter,  a scope that looked directly down at the ground, but could also be adjusted to see the underbelly of the aircraft.
So.   One clear, hot day in Vietnam, we take off in our trusty C-47 and begin our climb to the dizzying altitude of 3000 ft ( just above small arms fire range) and our amazing airspeed of about 100 knots. Wow. 
Well. Not so fast.     Shortly after take-off, I hear the Old AC shout, “ I’m not getting enough airspeed “. In a rather panicky voice.  The young copilot says nada. zip, nothing. 
The experienced, hero navigator quickly checks the drift meter and the underbelly of the aircraft and calmly says,  “ Pilot. This is Nav.  I think if you raise the landing gear, we will gain some airspeed. “.  He mumbled something like “ Smart ass”. Raised the gear and we completed a successful mission. 
End of yarn.    I kid you not.