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.”
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