“The enemy was terrified of Cobras.”
—Walker Jones, Vietnam Cobra pilot
The jungle canopy shivered beneath the rotor wash as the slim helicopter nosed into the fight, its cockpit stacked in tandem like a fighter’s blade drawn over Vietnam.
Ahead, the treeline was no longer just terrain; it was a threat line, a place where ambushes waited, radios cracked, and troop ships needed a guardian fast enough to stay with them and deadly enough to clear the way.
