The helicopter blades sliced through the thick jungle air, heavy with moisture and the scent of the dense vegetation. The rhythmic sound reverberated out to the dawn. Jackson leant a little on his mounted machine gun. This had been is routine since the start of this tour of duty and he was thinking of breakfast in the mess and hoping for an email from his wife. He was in this daydream when the rocket came blazing toward them and struck the tail. The helicopter span like an amusement park ride, but no-one was getting out of this alive. There was no time for parachutes, in seconds it was a fireball in the trees. All that remained was mess of mangled metal.

By antonellaroberts92, October 4, 2014.