In a country far, far away...
Mi amigos and I spent much time, sweat and blood there too, once upon a time. Now we parade into the mists of an unknown LZ unlike those from our past one by one as we muster on Fiddler's Green - but never forgetting who we once were and what we once did.
Gratefully lifted from Theo...
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I'm still in touch with several of my crew chiefs and gunners. Like so many combat teams whose lives depended on one another, there's a bond there that's difficult to adequately describe.
I first saw this video a couple years ago and hoped someone would put the words to a video showing more helicopters with "men in the door" hangin' out, doing their thing.
I guess the question is, how much of that sort of footage actually exists?
Not as much as would now. But then again, the slant of the video today might not be what we remember...
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