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April of 1972 All that spring, the choppers fell like fat, black flies, swatted by rockets, their crews tumbling in abrupt terror, but I soared on like Icarus, only warier of the burning sky and made it home   ~mce
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Easter Invasion
April of 1972 All that spring, the choppers fell like fat, black flies, swatted by rockets, their crews tumbling in abrupt terror, but I soared on like Icarus, only warier of the burning sky and made it home   ~mce
Forty-three years ago, I was a bird man. I flew and I didn't fall. Many did.
mike-essig
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
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