One of them wore a sash of .50 cal rounds across his chest and carried an M60 machinegun, also Vietnam-era. Blazoned on his helmet was a skull and cross bones, under it written: [i]"Headhunter."[/i] He spoke calmly. "Buck." An African American soldier stood, straightening his vest. He wore a helmet with a peace sign blazoned across the top, under it written: [i]"No peace for commies."[/i] He spoke, his voice gruff and tough, but also joking. "Lincoln." A thin soldier nodded, stuttering a bit: "U-uh, right right. I'm Eddy." He wore glasses and had zero facial hair present. He looked about 19, his helmet blank of any decals. A rookie. The leader stood up from his chair, holding out his hand to shake. He had chiseled features covered in ash powder and dirt, but nonetheless was fair looking. He wore his flak vest with sleeves, although they were rolled up at his elbows. His helmet had a heart symbol with a hammer and sickle in the center being torn apart by the flags of the US and South Korea, under it written: [i]"Heartbreaker."[/i] He spoke with a grin, "Call me Hollywood." The remaining three were busy chatting in the Huey.