CHAPTER FIVEAs the choppers hovered above the landing zone (LZ), the tremendous back-blast of wind from the horizontal blades sent those items not secured sailing through the air.
Several soldiers were waiting nearby; each faced in the opposite direction, covering his eyes for protection against the flying debris.
When the three choppers finally touched down, the rotors continued turning at a high RPM. One of the nearby soldiers ran toward the lead helicopter with the new arrivals, the rest converging upon the other two supply-filled helicopters.
“Okay, Cherries, it’s safe to get off,” yelled the lone soldier. “Put your s**t over there by the first hooch inside of the gate,” he instructed, pointing to a dilapidated square block of boxes and sandbags. “Then give us a hand unloading those
