<strong>Name:</strong>Gerald (Jerry) Browers<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><br/><strong>Job:</strong>1LT, U.S. Army, Helicopter Pilot<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>Tall and thin, with long hair and scraggly beard.  His trademark clothes are an imitation leather jacket (he believes wearing real leather results in bad karma) and old style flying helmet (also imitation leather) complete with goggles.<br/><br/><strong>Picture:</strong>(http://www.trailershut.com/actor-images/donald-sutherland-4669.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>South Park, Colorado<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Jerry was a typical middle American middle class teenage boy... experimenting with sex and alcohol, and (very rarely) other substances; bullying the smaller kids; playing at various sports; and taking dares at the drop of a hat.  Both gross- and fine motor skills not only made him a natural athlete, but also later served him as a pilot.  His first two years of college his major was "undeclared" and when forced to pick, chose psychology as a major.  He doesn't remember why, but it may have been because one of the instructors in the psychology department was female.<br/><br/>Jerry also joined ROTC, not out of a sense of patriotism, but for the financial assistance the government provided.  After graduation from college, Jerry was commissioned and went to flight school to full the increasing demand for UH-1 Huey pilots in Southeast Asia.  He wasn't necessarily for or against the war when it started (technically, it wasn't a war, and it's starting point was ambiguous, so we'll say when things started to heat up and U.S. involvement grew), he was just trying to survive training.  He arrived "in country" on his 24th birthday.  The year was 1965, and Vietnam still looked to most eager young Army officers be a great adventure.<br/><br/>In that first year, he had experienced the same traumas that many people experience in war ... witnessing traumatic injuries and death, loss of friends, survivor's guilt... naturally it changed him, but he was still the dedicated Army officer and had built up a reputation as an outstanding pilot.  Near the end of his first tour, Jerry disobeyed orders and picked up some wounded soldiers out of a "hot LZ" which had been closed due to intense enemy fire.  One of the lives he saved was the son of a general.  Now, in the general's eyes, he could do no wrong, and was rewarded for his skillful flying with a tour on the general's staff back in the U.S. and as his "personal pilot."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, anti-war sentiment in the US was growing, and Jerry's exposure to high ranking officers and their conduct was causing him to question a lot of things he took for granted.  Falling out of favor with his boss one evening (the details are sketchy, but there was rumored to be alcohol involved .... and a stolen mule ... maybe some fireworks ...  and a cocktail party involving some Army brass and a couple of senators) Jerry was on the next flight back to Vietnam.<br/><br/>Now, he's the crazy guy with a reputation as the guy who take the risks nobody in his right mind would take. A lot of GI's owe their life to this guy most of them only know as "Crackpot" ... He let his hair grow out, and wore a cheap toupee in a halfhearted attempt to remain within regulations.  Eventually, he just stopped wearing it altogether and let the beard grow, too.  Because he continued to perform admirably, his superiors simply tried to keep him out of the public eye (meaning visiting brass) ... and kept him tucked away at remote locations as much as possible.  Of course that sort of thing can't go on forever.<br/><br/>Disciplinary action was pending when the word came down that things were heating up for the jarheads at Khe Sanh.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Persona:</strong>Jerry is now a very spiritual man, though many theologians would have some difficulty figuring out what it is he believes.  He'll often quote philosophers, but usually attribute the quote to the wrong person.  He is seldom drunk but his manner of speech would indicate otherwise.  He usually slurs his words, goes off on a tangent talking about things nobody else cares about, and has pet names for everyone, or strange terms of endearment he uses at random.  Even when the meat in the chow hall is identifiable, he doesn't eat it.  He is an expert on teas of the world, and has a collection of every conceivable type of tea known to man.  He will often suggest cures for what ails a person by prescribing different blends of tea. Jerry seldom worries about anything, and when something goes wrong, blames it on the negative thought processes of those around him.<br/>