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>> Amazing Grace <<

( 1965 continued ) A youngster cowering for his life in moonshade does not pray for wisdom. He prays for deliverance. That calls for heros. And who are the heros? Fools? Or, merely the unwise? The uninitiated. There's no learning here. Just an appreciation of angels doing their jobs. Would you like to fly with them? Take a ride west along Highway 19 from Pleiku off Route 14 South, and while you are at it, take lots of pictures. French ghosts might just appear in those negatives. They're not smiling. They're confused. They got their asses kicked right there at An Khe. See it? An Khe? Look quickly. It goes by fast, especially when you are skimming along the tops of trees. So what is cavalry doing in helicopters anyway? Ask Colonel Kinard, the old paratrooper who - Jesus, that was a long time ago - who fell from the sky onto Normandy. That was what? How many decades ago? What the hell is he doing here? What are we doing here? Now? This is no Normandy. It was only ninety five days ago that the old man was given the 11th Air Assault Division to be reshaped into the 1st Cavalry Division Airmobile... hmmm... a borrowed name from the Tonggu Korean division which suddenly found itself reissued as the 2nd Infantry. All doubted that the old man, himself, could follow this pea shuffling under the cups. Talk about a rush job! In less than ninety days - eight airmobile infantry cavalry battalions, an aerial rocket battalion, a cavalry reconnaissance squadron, an engineer battalion, and an array of support units from... from... nowhere, anywhere, begged borrowed, stolen, or sketched in on paper, made expert, though nobody was, not even