Third photo grouping. A smattering of helio flying and some of the surrounding countryside that was the helicopter pilots "daily office" for work in 1967.
It did not take long during those first few weeks of flying daily missions for me to appreciate the magnificent beauty of this country. Everywhere. Everyday. To this I would add that the waging of war part and all of this never ever computed. Never came to a comfort zone nor grips with the polar opposites of war being waged in the beauty of a paradise.
I am not doing justice to trying to explain and share that here. More so now that I am a much older man. Nowadays, I put myself living in one of those villages while war was over head, just up the river and or too near.