We had flown headlong into the accurate fire of a 23mm Quad position sitting within a depression just over the rise of this outcrop and it was now turning our helicopter into a flying scrap heap. The initial burst had completely destroyed the left hand side of the cockpit and having cut the pilot's body in half at about the mid-chest level, which now hung secured by the seat's harness out of the hole where once a door had been. Not only had our pilot been killed, but also the round that nearly got me had taken off the co-pilot's left arm at the shoulder and now he was fixated on his missing limb.
I managed to pull myself up into the cockpit, where I unbuckled the pilot's corpse and let it fall out of the aircraft so that I could take its place behind the controls. By this point the desert floor was rushing rapidly up to meet us, so I grabbed the cyclic stick and tried to pull the nose of our craft skyward. As I struggled with it, my ears were filled with the screams from the co-pilot whose death grip on the cyclic stick was pushing us ever closer to a fatal crash. Needing him to release his grip if I was going to lessen the impact of our inevitable crash, I drove a punch squarely into the side of his bloodied face.
The shock of this blow caused him to stop screaming and for a moment he looked at me like a wild animal when it is trapped, then he seemed to realize that we were still in the air. With a panicked jerk of the cyclic stick the nose of the machine lurched skywards as I tried to maintain a degree of control over the helicopter, which was still taking rounds from the ground. I knew that there would be no way for the co-pilot to get us on the ground with only one arm and his life flowing out of the ragged hole where his left arm had been.
With assistance from one of the uninjured commandos, I had the co-pilot pulled into the passenger compartment so that I could try and regain control over the machine. Working the controls, which were now almost unresponsive, I managed to regain a level of control only to discover that we were now on fire and so the need to get on the ground took on an added sense of urgency. I pulled back as hard as I could on the cyclic control and pushed the collective stick to the floor, which caused the helicopter to descend rapidly with its nose high in the air.
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