Into the Depths of Hell
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Last published Sun, May 24, 2015
The day was October 27, 1967, over South Vietnam. It was like any other day. Me and my squad were flying over the jungles of Vietnam like we always do. While performing recon, our UH-1 Huey was shot down behind enemy lines. We were trapped with no help, no support, and no chance of salvation. My name is Sergeant Wade, and this is my story.
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