On Killian’s third night there, things changed when Viet Cong gooks attacked and threatened to overrun the compound. The officer on duty called for the Spooky Gun Ship, a helicopter that flew in a circular pattern over the compound. The helicopter’s equipped with two Gatling guns, one mounted at each of the side doors of the aircraft; each gun fired a thousand-plus rounds per minute. Every round was a red tracer leaving the aircraft; it was like watching a fireworks show on the Fourth of July. Connor and Killian hunkered down and watched the continuous stream of red streaks flashing to the ground. Killian knew gooks were dying, as they’re driven away, but he still thought it was a beautiful and incredible sight.
When it was over, Connor laughed. “Some goddamn show, huh, Killian? It’s kind
