Waiting, the ever present wait. Just another day in the Marine core.
Wallace keeps the heli just above the tree tops to avoid being spotted by half the VC present. The plotted five fake drops closed in and he alerted the squad of the first descent.
Hobbes leans against the HMG mounted on the rim of the opened side of the heli.
The first down, is swift and by the looks of it goes well. Wallace navigates the helicopter in a zed-pattern towards the hill coordinates. The HMG cringes and threatens to hit
Sam on the shoulder. The maneuver by the pilot brings
Berkovitz back to the jungle.
A few minutes later, after having past a group of 20-30 NVA the pilot takes the air craft down in the second feint landing.
He is up and away before the enemy reach the LZ... Up ahead dark clouds are building up and distant thunder can be heard. Approxamitely 3 clicks away.
Having taken a double back u-turn to throw the chance encounter off their tracks, the squad make their third successful mock-up landing. The jungle gets more dense and it´s a hard task to find a suitable descent site.
The thing starts to become a routine, now. Hold on, keep steady, let go. Till the next descent. Only one more to keep their destination hidden from the enemy. The plotted route starts to look like a badly drawn star.
The hill is clearly visible due North east of their current direction.
Wallace points at a dried out river bed serpenting westward.
"I´ll put you down here! Then you can trekk directly east to get to the hill."
Down the heli descents. The sky leaves way to the shifting green of the Vietnam jungle.
Getting ready to exit,
Beckett,
Whitehouse and
Sarge see that the river is really dried out. Something the closing rumbling will take care off, for sure.
Having made five successful descnets, the squad exit the heli without any mishaps.
Wallace salutes the guys by touching his shades. Then he spins off in a continued north western trajectory.
The dried out beige river bed presently has six black dots on it.
As soon as the heli starts off,
Mullins darts across the river bed to take cover in the tree line.
Five dots stand out against the beige background.
Pan out and zoom out.
A lense glides across a camera on a satellite high above.
"Thời tiết xấu trong khu vực, thưa ông!" , a voice cracks in a NVA bunker.
A slight drizzle starts to fall down on the river bed. What seemed to be a nice day quickly gets a lot darker.
