A real hero, for once

Rico says his friend Rich, who was wounded himself in Vietnam and left blinded, sends along this one:

You're a nineteen-year-old kid. You're critically wounded and dying in the jungle somewhere in the Central Highlands of Vietnam. It's 11 November 1967, a Saturday, on Landing Zone X-ray. Your unit is outnumbered eight to one, and the enemy fire is so intense, coming from less than one hundred yards away, that your commanding officer has ordered MedEvac helicopters to stop coming in.
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns, and you know you're not getting out. Your family is halfway around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you'll never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is your day to die.
Then, over the noise of the machine guns, you faintly hear the sound of a helicopter. You look up to see a Huey coming in. But it doesn't seem real, because there are no MedEvac markings on it.
Captain Ed Freeman is coming for you. He's not MedEvac, so it's not his job, but he heard the radio call and decided he's flying his Huey down into the machinegun fire anyway. Even after the MedEvacs were ordered not to come, he's coming anyway. And he drops it in and sits there in the machinegun fire, as they load three of you at a time on board. Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire to the doctors and nurses and safety.
And he kept coming back, thirteen more times, until all the wounded were out. No one knew until the mission was over that the Captain had been hit four times, in the legs and left arm. He took 29 of you and your buddies out that day. Some would not have made it without the Captain and his Huey.
Captain Ed Freeman, United States Air Force, a Medal of Honor recipient for his actions on that Saturday, died last Wednesday at the age of 70, in Boise, Idaho. May God rest his soul. I bet you didn't hear about this hero's passing, but we've surely heard a whole bunch about Michael Jackson and Tiger Woods....