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The fractured Huey fell out of the sky like a greased brick. The untold outcome was unfolding all too fast. "Bad shit, boys!" Was all he said. No one heard him. They were busy taking their last breath of air and they knew it. There was no time for hope. The Huey had been caught in the dead man's curve. The craft was too low and too slow and all the lift was gone too fast for any type of emergency recovery. They went down hard and fast smashing nose down into the trees. Everything plastic cracked and shattered immediately. The tree branches loudly and unmercifully whipped and peeled at the sides as the resulting self generated wind from the fall blasted in through the open side doors. The rotors joined in by contributing a lot of damage to the hull and the crew. The spinning rotors turned themselves and the trees to splintering shrapnel. The trees did little to break the fall after the initial contact and the Huey plunged to the ground and practically self-disintegrated. The crew and passenger were instantly killed. That fast, they were gone. Some were still in the skeleton of their craft and others tossed out haphazardly. Their body organs crushed as they absorbed the impact of being tossed first against the trees and then the unforgiving ground.