As they careened to the left, to his surprise the wounded Iroquois was not in a spin. Though the pilot was dead, the co-pilot was flying.
Once the olive green bird slapped the ground and the twin rotor-blades were still, maybe there was just enough room for the escort gunship to land and get them out if the blades were rotated.
Unfortunately while he turned the blades no one would be shooting at Charlie.
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