No, my friend is a different guy than that. I looked up the story in a little more detail and I don't think that my friend was on that flight.
It was also possibly one too many beers for one of you... if I'm not mistaken it was the A-26 that was occasionally used in Vietnam with guns on the nose. The B-25 was about 100 or 150 miles an hour slower, and may not have been able to outrun the arrows being shot at it by the NVA.
If you flew in Jean, did the name of old Dick McKnight ever come up? He had the glider operation at the old Boulder City airport, 10 or 15 miles over the hills from Jean. Dick gave me my first intro flight in a glider, and also happened to be one of the small number of WW2 Waco troop glider pilots that lived through crash-landing troops behind the lines in Normandy.
On my first intro glider ride, we were on downwind at about 500 or 600 feet, committed to land, and the ground crew pushed a glider out onto the runway without looking up and checking the pattern. This crusty old combat glider pilot unlatched and swung the great big canopy of the 2-33 open, leaned his head out over the side, and (honest to goodness) with one hand on his hat and a cigar butt sticking out of his mouth, he yelled down from the sky like a drill sergeant to "get that !)(#*$ glider off the !(#&% runway!!", and the tiny little people started scurrying around like cockroaches... and pushed it off to the side just before we landed.
As a 17 year old spoiled brat, who loved airplanes with all his heart, I didn't know whether to laugh or s**t my pants. I may have done both.