CHAPTER THIRTEENSix Huey helicopters, filled with members of the First Platoon, circled in a counter-clockwise direction over a small clearing in the middle of the dense jungle. As the grunts were transfixed on the LZ below, a Loach helicopter flew by as a decoy, skimming over the treetops around the open area and attempting to draw enemy fire from the surrounding tree line. If successful, the early warning helped to identify the location of hidden enemy troops, thus preparing the grunts for a potentially hostile landing under enemy fire.
“You know those guys doing s**t like that must have balls as big as watermelons,” Frenchie yelled above the noise of the turbine engines.
“You ain’t shitting. I’d never fly around like that just waiting for somebody to shoot at me.”
“Yeah, but you’ll w
