[ WP ] Poor people are able to pawn off their memories .

The sound generated from the propellers of the helicopters was almost unbearable. The jungle below us sounded even worse. But the familiar sound of a M-16 charging handle being snapped back into place brought be to my senses. We were in a helicopter flying low over Vietnam. It was warm, very warm. The air was still that day, no wind. Great for shooting, not great for being a radio operator. 
 `` WE'RE ONE MINUTE AWAY FROM THE LZ!'' Sergeant Caidin shouted at 
 us. `` LOAD UP, AND GET READY!'' *This is it* I thought to myself *My first landing on a'hot' zone*. I looked down and I saw our clearing, it was quiet and empty. THUD! We had hit the ground. I jumped out and landed on my stomach, the radio almost crushing me. I looked up to see Sergeant Caidin about to yell something but getting shot before he could start. That was all i could remember before waking in a hospital in Saigon.
