I won the admiration of the pilots, and disgust of my shipmates over one of those old HH-52s. We had one come back in with no hydraulics in the landing gear. My chief literally was yanking on it as the pilot hovered off the deck. They were considering a water landing as the fuel was getting low. I came tearing down in the duty truck with all the mattress' stripped from our barracks on the other side of the Billikin club. The skipper took one look and directed everybody to started grabbing mattresses and sending me to the ready room for more. We built a cradle around the amphibious hull and SLOWLY set her down. We saved the ship, and everybody slept on the floors that night.My next paycheck went into potable redemtion ;O)