Brings back some good and not so good memories. When they came into a hot LZ, they would come in high and cork screw almost straight down. You could see the ground from the port hole. My helmet seemed to have gained 100 pounds. Other time, I was almost left behind. Chinook came in, so you hunker down, when the pilot was down, he would back off on the rotors. That was the sign to move and get on board. This time the rotors where going full force for what seemed like a long time, I looked around, and noticed the Chinook front wheels where dangling out in space, rear wheels on the ground, and I was the only one that was not boarding. The last Marine next to me, was stepping on the rear ramp as I made my move. They sure beat walking.
