During the great dictatorship of Idi "Didi" Amin of Uganda his Highness decides it's time to think of the future and modernize the airforce with helicopters.
For this he hires a skilled helicopter pilot who earned his wings during the Vietnam war.
After a couple of weeks of lecturing the Nam pilot is'nt to keen on letting the students take off on their own but uncle Amin's crocodiles are very fond of juicy white yankee meat so he decides to have a go.
The first student take's off like a swinging pig and cause the whole ground crew to run for their live.
He's managing to get to a decent hight when suddenly...the rotor stops spinning and the helicopter comes down to earth with a stinking speed and crashes just a few feet from the controle tower.
The Yankee pilot want to avoid fear creeping in and orders the next student to take off immediately.
Same scenario here;shitty take off-drunken ride to a certain height and suddenly,rotor stops turning...splash,bits and pieces all over the place.
The instructor feels that this is his last chance and orders the most brilliant student to take the last remaining chopper and do some modest flying.
This genius shoot's into the air like being launched by a catapult and at a dizzling height....the rotor stops and the helicopter dives to earth.
A few hundred feet above earth the crowd spot a tiny black thing that seperate's from the diving helicopter and just seconds later a white parachute opens.
When the student has landed the Yankee pilot immediately runs to him and asking:"what went wrong"?
The student reply's:"me flying good,vely good" than me getting cold from big ventilator"me turning of ventilator!!!