Speaking of rain

Flying door gunner on a Huey gunship south of Blackhorse base camp in summer 1967, I noticed a small rain storm several miles ahead. I had sleeves rolled up on my jungle fatigues, and was otherwise protected by a flak vest and crew helmet. The face shield was up, because the plastic face shields often became scarred and pitted from takeoffs and landings in dust and small stones and were difficult to see through.

The fire team flew through the rain storm. Let me tell you, rain hurts when you and it impact at 100-knots airspeed.