CHAPTER SIXThe choppers flew at a high altitude over the deep green jungle and hills. Occasionally, they passed over clearings on the peaks of hills – prior landing zones created by soldiers with C-4 explosives or possibly the result of dropped bombs and fired rockets from past encounters with the enemy.
It was ironic how beautiful everything appeared from this height; it seemed to be a tropical paradise – like photographs seen in a National Geographic magazine. There’s a war going on here? How can that be? Unfortunately, for those aboard, it was the one and only time they would think of this place as paradise.
During this sightseeing excursion, each Cherry sat nervously on the chopper with his weapon held tightly in his hands. Eyes displayed fear, and they cast frenzied glances througho
