To the Editor:
Rain and humidity soaked my clothes as I walked toward the hangar, reminding me that it was the beginning of the rainy season in Chu Lai. It would soon turn cold in Vietnam. Our helicopters sat out in revetments exposed to sun, salt, rain, sand, lightning and incoming artillery or rocket fire. Despite all this, most of them cranked up when needed and flew us into combat and usually brought us home. They have an unforgettable rotor sound, “whop, whop, whop,” that most Vietnam veterans remember fondly.
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