Memoirs of US Army Colonel Hugh Mills about his combat mission to Vietnam in 1969 as a reconnaissance helicopter pilot. - Get the fuck out of there, One Six - he screamed - Gain height, now! But where was I to go? I thought. There was no time to gain altitude. And I cannot go parallel to the convoy, or I will become a target for flank shelling from each barrel - both ours and the enemy. So I made a very sharp turn to the right, 180 degrees and headed south again - right to the head of the convoy moving north. I thought that the safest place for Loach at that moment would be five feet (approx. 1.5 m) from the top of those trucks on which fire would be directed from both sides.