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A helicopter landing at our LZ. They would bring in supplies.
On the radio one day I heard the captain ordering ice cream for Hill 52. He said he never wanted any of that damn vanilla,
he wanted chocolate - he hated that S... B... vanilla. The chopper bringing out the ice cream had an emergency to go
to so he dropped the ice cream off on Hill 25. Every Marine on the hill chowed down on ice cream: it gave me great pleasure
to call the captain and tell him that I hated that damn vanilla ice cream also.
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