(Hey troops, had problems with these two photos, so I'm gonna use words, a little off the beaten path, yes, but I hope you can forgive and use imagination)
The climb was rough for James, especially when the helicopter began to move. The pilot felt every bullet that hit the helicopter, each created a dooming shudder. The pilot knew it wouldn't take long before a bullet struck a rotor, or fuel. Dylan shot at the ridge of shooters from the helicopter. "Hurry up, James, we can't stay any longer!", Dylan shouted. The pilot looked back, "we gotta move, Dylan!". Dylan grimaced and squeezed harder and harder around the trigger. Each bullet giving one last kick before it flew away. The pilot gives the final warning: they fly now, or die.
James' hand slapped onto the textured metal floor. Dylan turned quickly to the pilot, "We're clear" The helicopter swung its tail around. The trail of exhaust spun like spaghetti around a
fork when it reached the rear rotor. James was mesmerized by the sight, he hadn't spent a lot of time on helicopters, this hidden beauty was new to him. Dylan grabbed James by the arm and yanked him into the helicopter off the skid. "Start shooting, we have to pick up the sniper", said Dylan. James was a little taken back by his ordering considering he was a rookie. However, he had no time to respond, he started his cover fire.
The helicopter finally reached the sniper's (Jeremy) tree. The old oak was several stories tall and the helicopter had to leave about a 15 foot gap over to it. The wind of the helicopters blades were blasting back at Jeremy. Dylan dropped his gun and hung his hand out trying to help close the gap Jeremy had to leap. It was a pointless move, and Dylan knew it, he just wanted to help in some way. Jeremy clenched his teeth and readied himself. He leaned back in the tree and, after a quick prayer, shoved forward, his hands outstretched in front. He slipped between the helicopter blades and the skid, which was a close call to say the least, but he fell short of the window. Dylan swung his hand out trying to grab him just at the last minute, but no luck, he fell. Jeremy hands grasped quickly and surely around the skid, however, reflexes he could owe to military training. His body swung up and slammed into the bottom of the helicopter. He hung on though, and the helicopter flew away from the gunfire.
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