BT,DT. Bastogne, Veghel, A Shau Valley, 1968.
But the guy who impressed me, on day, was a S-4 guy standing on top of a Conex, trying to lift a 4 point harness over his head, to the belly hook of a Chinook hovering overhead.
And Medivac Pilots. They’d chew their way into a way-to-small LZ, hold station anywhere from a foot or two to several yards above us and lower a host (jungle penetrator) or basket, and never move while we loaded them and signal to lift. Taking fire, and holding it together until our wounded were aboard. Amazing.
Standing on the ground, watching holes appear in the chin bubble was, well, I can’t describe the feeling.