The Spirit of an Angel (Chapter 6 - Twins Drown, page 2 of 9)

Previous Page
Next Page

"Okay men remember I don't want any dead heroes today. If you pray, now's the time to do it."

I silently thought to myself, 'Dear Lord please watch over us as we go off to this unknown place. Help us to make good decisions and bring us home safe. Amen.' I put my hand to my heart.

The helicopters were late. I waited anxiously thinking about it. I was nervous. During our training they never gave us any training on riding in a helicopter. I couldn't help but think that a helicopter could easily be shot out of the sky.

Then they came. They began swarming around the company like bees around their hive. They landed one at a time as the Lieutenant was giving hand signals of who was to get on and when. Finally, it was our turn and Mac led us out.

As we boarded, the noise and the wind from the props were unnerving. Fear and terror had become a daily occurrence. I climbed in last and off we went.

We went up fast and before I knew it I was looking down on PF Hill. It provided a new prospective of my home from the sky.

It seemed like a short ride as the chopper crossed the dreaded river and started to lean and circle around. I could see other choppers in the sky and on the ground. I also could see some Marines on the ground that looked like ants as they were moving across a large field, away for the chopper landing. The wind from the choppers was blowing water and mud from the harvested rice paddies in all directions, blowing against the soldiers as they were scattering across the fields.

Previous Page
Next Page

Rate This Book

Current Rating: 2.3/5 (249 votes cast)

Review This Book or Post a Comment