Nat Nwe - The tiger bites the tiger

The Vetdivat helicopter is flying over the delta at a height of a thousand feet. The Hecobra helicopter, which is escorting the helicopter, is following closely on the left side of the Vetdivat helicopter. It is about to rain heavily. There are clouds hanging over the forest. There is thunder on the horizon.

Somewhere in the Vet DeVet helicopter, Anne Marie Auden sits with her eyes closed, leaning against a medicine chest. She is small and slender. Her skin is dark. Her auburn hair is cut short, in keeping with the Vietnam battlefield. She is wearing a parachute jacket. The top zipper is open, revealing a khaki shirt underneath. The bottom of her pants are tucked into her parachute boots. The most interesting thing is the cameras. Two Nikon cameras are slung around her neck. Inside the parachute jacket pockets are

It does not include any bullets, but it does include various lenses and (35) mm rolls of film.

The young paramedic sitting next to the helicopter officer, Kapali, was staring at Anne-Marie in amazement. The top two buttons of her khaki shirt were unbuttoned, revealing her breasts, which were hanging low and high.

"I haven't seen anything like this in a long time. She's a truly dignified woman."

The paramedic said. The helicopter officer handed him a cigarette.

“I’ll tell you, brother. This girl has never been anywhere. She also jumped into Khartoum with the 503rd Parachute Regiment last year. Believe it or not, she really did it. There was an article about her in Life magazine about six or seven months ago. Can you believe it, brother? She’s a Parisian. She comes from a family that owns a large bank in France.”

The young man has a wide mouth.

"Wait, then what is he doing here?"

The helicopter officer smiled.

"Don't ask me that, brother. I don't know what I'm doing here either."

“Do you have a cigarette? I think I'm out of it,” Anne-Marie said at that moment.

Her eyes were bright green. The helicopter officer threw her a pack of cigarettes.

"Take it"

The woman flicked out a cigarette and lit an old brass lighter made from a gun bullet. Then she closed her eyes again. The nurse was right. What was she doing there? What was a girl like her doing there, with everything she had? Her grandfather was one of the richest and most powerful industrialists in France.

Her father was an army colonel who distinguished himself on the battlefields of Indochina. He was decorated with five medals and decorations. He finally died in Algeria. A true hero.

Her mother was devastated by the death of her husband. Two years after his death, she died in a car accident near Nice. Anne-Marie often wondered if her mother had deliberately caused the accident that night.

Poor girl.

A faint smile tugged at her lips. Her eyes were still closed. Beautiful mansions, numerous servants, a top-notch school, then the famous University of Sa Bon, then unforgettable experiences, then the fleeting world of drugs.

It was the camera that saved her life. She started taking pictures with a Kodak camera when she was eight years old. She had a talent for photography. Her skills improved little by little. Her grandfather recognized her passion.

After graduating from the University of Savoy, she focused more on photography. She studied for six months with one of the best photographers in Paris. Then she joined the Paris magazine as a photojournalist. Within a year, her popularity had become amazing. But she was not satisfied with that. She was asked to serve in the Vietnam War. They laughed.

So she quit her job. She worked as a freelance journalist without any real estate. Finally, she approached her grandfather. He asked her to use his influence to get the necessary approvals from the Department of Defense for her. The grandfather was amazed at her stubborn granddaughter. He also praised her in his heart. But he bargained for six months. Anne-Marie promised. But Anne-Marie was not the least bit reluctant to break her promise.

It really was. After six months, her situation was beyond repair. She was already famous. Her press photos were published in almost all the major magazines in Europe and America.

Everyone wants to use her press photos as their own. No task is too difficult for the French girl who jumped into Khartoum with the paratroopers.

She saw the nature of the war that was taking place in the world today. She had experienced the war in Vietnam well. It was not a war she had ever heard of before. It was not a battle fought systematically. There was no sound of war in the air. There was no sound of bombs in the distance that shook her. The street battles in Saigon were brutal. The war was in the vast forests of the Mekong River Valley. The deep forests of the central highlands. Her legs were covered in terrible wounds. She was burned to the bone. The scars were even worse.

That day, she was stranded in the rain in Plakis all morning because she couldn't get a plane to go to the hospital.

Finally, Vedi Vedi was allowed to board the helicopter. She was very tired. This was the most tiring and exhausting experience of her life. She thought that she had reached a final state. She frowned slightly. At that moment, she heard the helicopter officer's sharp cry.

The helicopter officer was standing near the open door. He was pointing at a flare coming from a distance to the front. The helicopter was turning toward the flare. It was also slowly descending. The He-Cobra, a large weaponized helicopter, was following closely behind.

Anne-Marie got up from her seat and went to the helicopter officer, looking out. She saw a helicopter burning in a field. Bodies were lying around the helicopter. The man waving frantically at them from near the fence was in an American military uniform.

Their helicopter descended. The armed helicopter remained above. Anne-Marie mounted a camera lens and, leaning on the helicopter officer's shoulder, began taking one shot after another.

The helicopter officer turned to her and smiled. Their helicopter was only thirty feet above the ground. At that moment, Anne-Marie pointed. The man below her, who was aiming for her photo, was not an American, but a Vietnamese. At that moment, about fifty yards away,

They fired from within the forest with two large machine guns. The distance was such that it was impossible to miss.

The helicopter officer standing at the door was unlucky. Bullets were pouring into his body. He staggered back and hit Anne Marie hard. Anne Marie fell onto the medicine chests. Pushing the helicopter officer who was on top of her, Anne Marie sat up on one knee. The young medic was curled up somewhere in the helicopter. He was holding his bloodied arm with one hand. More machine gun fire erupted. It hit the engine room. Anne Marie heard the helicopter pilot scream.

Anne-Marie staggered forward. She grabbed a pole. At that moment, the helicopter roared upward and Anne-Marie flew out the door.

It fell into the fields below. It fell into the mud and water. The Vedi Vedi helicopter rose twenty or thirty feet into the air, then suddenly banked to the left and exploded with a loud bang. A huge flame appeared and everything flew apart.

Anne Marie stood up. Her body was covered in mud. She saw a large man standing on the wall in an American military uniform. His face was a real oriental. He was holding an AK-47 assault rifle in his hand. He was aiming it straight at her. Not only that, but there were four or five more enemies on the wall. They were wearing straw hats. They were wearing long black coats. They were coming up from the ditch. They were coming straight at her.

At the same time, a helicopter carrying weapons flew overhead. Machine guns were fired. Bullets hit the wall, sending dust flying. All the enemies retreated into the ditch.

Anne Marie looked up. The helicopter carrying the weapon was hovering. But at that moment, enemy soldiers emerged from the other side of the field. They were in khaki uniforms. There were about forty or fifty of them. They were coming out of the forest. They fired at the helicopter with all their weapons. The helicopter flew towards them and fired back with missiles. The enemy soldiers returned to the forest. The helicopter turned and

It flew about two furlongs to the south. Then it began to circle steadily around the area where the battle had taken place.

Anne-Marie crouched down, protecting herself against the wall. She was panting. After a while, she slowly stood up. The entire environment was silent. The silence around her was deafening.