Firebird2XC
Well-Known Member
Birds haven't mastered the concept of avoiding aircraft in Iraq.
I was in a Blackhawk unit, and once we had to send a helo down to Baghdad to pick up an entire spare rotor blade. Simple process, really. It comes in a big huge rectangular can, so you just slide both cargo doors open and place the blade on the floor of the 'Hawk. Some cargo straps and 100 mph tape to make sure the can will handle the wind blast, and you're good to go.
Well, that also creates a good deal of suction in the cabin. It's hot, too, so the crewchief would likely have his gunner's window open. Crewchiefs sit riding sideways right behind the pilots, mind you.
So my buddy is riding along while they fly this blade up from Baghdad, and sure enough, here comes a big flock of Iraqi moron birds that think helicopters are just really funny looking clouds, or something.
A bunch pepper the underside of the aircraft, where nobody can see them, but one zooms up the side and into the crewchief window, where it proceeds to impact the crewchief, right in the shoulder, near the edge of his body armor.
He hears the thunking under him, then sees the gore all over his shoulder, and starts screaming:
"OH MY GOD!!! I'm hit!! I'm hit!!"
We gave him crap about that for a long time.
I was in a Blackhawk unit, and once we had to send a helo down to Baghdad to pick up an entire spare rotor blade. Simple process, really. It comes in a big huge rectangular can, so you just slide both cargo doors open and place the blade on the floor of the 'Hawk. Some cargo straps and 100 mph tape to make sure the can will handle the wind blast, and you're good to go.
Well, that also creates a good deal of suction in the cabin. It's hot, too, so the crewchief would likely have his gunner's window open. Crewchiefs sit riding sideways right behind the pilots, mind you.
So my buddy is riding along while they fly this blade up from Baghdad, and sure enough, here comes a big flock of Iraqi moron birds that think helicopters are just really funny looking clouds, or something.
A bunch pepper the underside of the aircraft, where nobody can see them, but one zooms up the side and into the crewchief window, where it proceeds to impact the crewchief, right in the shoulder, near the edge of his body armor.
He hears the thunking under him, then sees the gore all over his shoulder, and starts screaming:
"OH MY GOD!!! I'm hit!! I'm hit!!"
We gave him crap about that for a long time.