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ANOTHER DAY OF DEATH
You don't hold grudges in Vietnam. One minute you're flipping someone the bird, the next minute he's fighting by your side—tomorrow you'll both be hoisting a toast to the dead at the Gunfighter's Club in Saigon. That is, if you're an elite, war-hardened airman.
Alexander Anderson is one—a renegade aircraft commander who did the suicidal: volunteered for a hit-and-run operation called Eagle Eye. Flying and fighting with a group of five helicopters, each carrying six soldiers, the men of Eagle Eye went from the boredom of their Cu Chi base camp to the mind-numbing terror of VC-infested III Corps. And then the war-mad fighters did their job too well—and took on a company of two hun-dred NVA.
Like Anderson said, the next beers would be on him...
You don't hold grudges in Vietnam. One minute you're flipping someone the bird, the next minute he's fighting by your side—tomorrow you'll both be hoisting a toast to the dead at the Gunfighter's Club in Saigon. That is, if you're an elite, war-hardened airman.
Alexander Anderson is one—a renegade aircraft commander who did the suicidal: volunteered for a hit-and-run operation called Eagle Eye. Flying and fighting with a group of five helicopters, each carrying six soldiers, the men of Eagle Eye went from the boredom of their Cu Chi base camp to the mind-numbing terror of VC-infested III Corps. And then the war-mad fighters did their job too well—and took on a company of two hun-dred NVA.
Like Anderson said, the next beers would be on him...