Good Morning...2043?!

Chapter One - Goooooooooood Morning Vietnam! [EDITED]

3rd POV

All was quiet, the birds were chirping, the Vietnamese were going about their lives, The children were playing. All was calm when suddenly-WHOOSH! Three UH-1 'Hueys' buzzed by overhead. The Vietnamese didn't even flinch. They were used to constantly being plagued by helicopters, trucks, fighter jets, even war. To them, it was simply a minor inconvenience, much how we find a nail in our bike tires to be. As the birds closed in towards their intended targets, and machine guns were prepped by side gunners, preparing for a routine locate and extract mission, where an infantry unit had been cut off from the rest of it's platoon, and were taking fire.

"This is Box-1 to Box 2 and 3, how you boys holdin' up?" The occupants of the helicopter all heard through their headsets. "Right as rain Box-1, the skies are blue, and my stomach is full of those omelets." Came the southern drawl of the second helicopter. "I swear Thomas, you are going to gorge yourself to death, I still don't see how you're able to eat all them 'vomlet' MREs, those things are disgusting!" The third pilot exclaimed. "Now now, Robert, let's not judge others on how they like food, didn't you take that dare of 'Who could eat the slice of cheese off the runway'?" The leading pilot questioned, "Urgh, don't remind me, my gut still hurts." Was all that came back. The Leading and second helicopters shared a laugh. "It ain't funny!"

Jonathan POV

The outraged cries screamed through the headsets, "I was sick for a week af'er that!" "Alright alright, besides, we're approaching the A-O now, get your guns prepped." I advised. "Solid copy Hellbird." "Yup-yup." I heard them respond. I chuckled and turned towards Iceman. "You ready Iceman? Jacob?" They shot up a thumbs-up in response. I turned back to face the controls and signed a cross across my chest before taking a deep breath. "Descending to attack level, over." I breathed into the mic, and got two 'Rogers' in return. As we slowly descended through the cloud cover, I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage. I slowly took several deep breaths and calmed it to a steady pace. Slowly reaching over, I rested my hand on the Reel-to-Reel player. Switching it on, there was a whine of feedback come from the speakers bolted to the outside of the bird. Quickly hitting play, there was a few seconds of static, then right as they broke through the cloud cover, music began to stream through the speakers. 

Heavy small-arms fire peppered the chopper. We simply powered straight through, not even fazed, the thick steel and ballistic glass simply causing the bullets fired by the AKs and Makarovs of the Vietcong to bounce off harmlessly, causing little more than minor scratches. I could hear Iceman and the other door gunners qetting to work, their mounted M60s spraying down hell on the VC, dispatching several VC ground units, and even causing some of their vehicles to explode, causing even more casualties for the opposing side. "This is Box-2! I have visual on our boys! 2 o'clock low!" Came the staticky voice over their radio. I quickly glanced my eyes in the direction, before grabbing my headset; "A-firm! Confirmed visual! Let's get em outta there!"

We rapidly descended before rotating and setting their birds down in near perfect synchronization. Several US soldiers clambered on board the helicopter, more than one should believe possible. "This is Box-2! I am full up on human cargo! RTB for drop-off and refuel!" "Solid copy Box-2, get going yeah?" My non-chalant response smoothly came forth as I had practiced, being in this war for about 3 years had made me into a decently seasoned pilot and infantry soldier. I was used to being left in only a duo, and sometimes even a solo.

PHOOM! A cargo truck exploded not even fifty feet from the helicopter. "Baseplate be advised, the VC are using RPGs, please advise." Another RPG flew past the helicopter, missing it by less than five feet. "Solid copy Box-1, aerial support inbound, ETA 30 seconds." PHEEEEWWWWWWWW. An MiG-17 sped through the sky above, dropping a very fiery payload on a VC anti-aircraft unit. Napalm exploded, reducing the standing VC to a fiery grave. "Box-1 to Phoenix-09, fire mission success, thanks for the assist, over." "Solid copy Box-1, get your asses outta there STAT, we are RTB for reload! Over!" "Roger that Phoenix-09, over and out." With the threat of RPGs eliminated, my and the other helicopter quickly ascended into the air. "This is Box 1 and 3, all personnel secure, we are RTB at this time, over." I stated into his mic, before quickly maneuvering to ascend into the cloud cover.