In 1960 while going through jump school at Ft. Campbell Kentucky, we jumped C-119s and C-123s. The 19 was a nice plane to jump because there was not much a turn to make going out the door.
There was an old story floating around at the time where the designer of the C-119 was told it would never fly. He retorted with, "If you give me enough horse power, I'll fly a F***ing barn."
On one jump after jump school in one of those, the pilot gave us our pre-flight safety briefing, he obviously hated C-119s. He said when we are going to go down and crash, you'll get a steady bell alarm and a green light, get out. It wasn't "if", it was "when."
The C-119 and the C-130 were our favorite planes to jump in those days, both easy to get out of.
After one large training exercise down in the Carolinas, all of our gear was loaded onto a C-119 for a flight back to Ft. Campbell. I was a young buck Sgt at the time, and they had me fly back with the equipment to insure it actually got there.
It was a night flight and the crew allowed me on the flight deck with them. They asked if I wanted to try flying it for a while. Naturally, I thought that would be a great idea. They put me in the right seat, and showed me how to hold the course. They let me "fly" the airplane for probably fifteen or twenty minutes. I was all proud of myself. I exercised my bragging rights for at least the next few weeks.
Looking back on that, I have a hunch they had it on auto pilot, something I knew nothing about at the time, and were having a joke at my expense. Anyway, they let me believe I flew it.
John