Word: choppered
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...come in over a cluster of bombed-out buildings, low enough to see through the gaps in the crushed orange tile roofs. The first cracks of ground fire come up at us, and the door gunners rear from their seats in their harnesses on either side of the chopper and shoot back. The ship reverberates with the sound of alternating bursts of fire, left and right...
...ridge line, an entire column of army troops appears, dark figures moving like bearers through the high, waving grass. They fan out around the ship and fire continuously back at the tree line. More men come running with bodies slung over their shoulders, dropping them hurriedly at the chopper door and darting away. There is something imploring in all the eyes that I can see. Nobody wants to touch the bodies. The dead men's shirts are off and at first I think they are guerrillas until I see the army boots. The soldiers are very young. Most...
While we are still hovering inches off the ground, bodies are heaved onto the chopper floor and stacked on top of each other, the wounded sitting or lying against the dead. A sergeant yanks off two unwounded soldiers who have managed to jump on and desperately grab the door. As we move forward heavily, as if drugged by the new weight, one of the gunners pushes off another stowaway. He sprawls on the ground a yard beneath us. The one interloper who did make it into the craft does not talk. He sits in the doorway, legs swinging...
Like a large, lumbering bird, the Polish army helicopter hovered for a moment over the startled crowd that had assembled outside Warsaw's Fire Fighters Academy. A few seconds later, the chopper disgorged on the academy roof a unit of riot police that swiftly vanished into the building. As the helicopter flew off to pick up reinforcements, hundreds of helmeted militiamen entered the academy's side gate. The 300 men holed up inside quickly surrendered and were marched out of the building by a back exit...
Finding the quarry in this 100,000-acre expanse requires sharp eyes and unflagging concentration. From the air, both the horses and the forest appear gray. The chopper darts up ridges and down canyons until Crawford, in the copilot's seat, spots a band of bobbing heads in a grove of cedars. The men use their craft as an earthbound cowboy uses his horse at roundup time, circling and feinting and cutting off lines of escape. Biggs sets the rotor low and at the mustangs' tails. When they break again, the copter sets down, Crawford leaps...