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CHAPTER 11 THE CA The sound of helicopters had pulsated in Cherry’s ears all morning. Now the air became saturated with the roar of jet engines and the slap-thumping of rotors. Cherry saw eighteen slicks racing toward the landing strip from the south, Huey UH-lDs, small birds compared to the massive Chinooks, approaching low-level in a line looking like a flying race down the dragway, helicopters speeding bearing down on top of him. Behind the first heat. a second squadron of eighteen birds appeared. Behind those a third. High in the air to the west, waiting to rendezvous with the troop ships, were a dozen Cobras. “… for the Glory of the Infantry, Lieutenant,” the GreenMan saluted Brooks and walked away. “Hey! Okay,” Brooks yelled into the ravines. “Get em on. Get up here.” Egan emerg