The first time Harailt Murdoch had met Hannibal, the man hadn't yet earned that moniker and had only been a young and injured officer in Korea, which was nothing special to him at that point. He had ferried thousands like him by then, and he didn't see anything special or life changing about the young man who was likely not to survive the war if he kept pulling stunts like the one that had gotten him injured that day.
About the only thing about that day that had been memorable to him was that the chopper he had been using to ferry the young man to the 8063rd had gotten hit by enemy fire and crashed, further injuring the patient who had rather luckily survived until help arrived, and later pulled through to the point that he was sent back into battle.
The second time Murdoch had met Hannibal, he'd been going by the name H.M. Murdock, and had re-earned the old nickname that his former boss had given him back during the First World War. This meeting was almost as inauspicious as their previous one.
The first thing Hannibal said to him in Vietnam when he caught sight of him at the controls was "Hey, you're the jackass who crashed the chopper back in Korea!"
He'd tried to pretend that he didn't know what the man was talking about, but it didn't work with the man who had apparently not forgotten his face in the years since their first meeting in Korea which he'd almost entirely forgotten about.
"Try not to crash the chopper this time okay." the young man who was now a middle-aged Lieutenant Colonel said as he got himself settled in the back and they took off.
Ten seconds later, the chopper was hit by enemy fire, and he crashed it. Fortunately, the only thing that was seriously injured this time was his pride.