Yeah, we were too. Rough landing but we hobbled away. All my screens, my IHADSS and gauges just died. Or went haywire. Didn't even feel the round hit but noticed the debris flying out to my right and shut it down instantly before too much **** got sucked into that sides engine. Looking franticly for a landing spot that was flat. Worried about the 30MM gun carriage slamming up into the cockpit, the Hellfires on the rails exploding, the 200 plus gallons of JP8 exploding or burning, the rotors shearing off and slicing the cockpit to shreds etc.. all that flew through my mind in the first 4 seconds....lol. It all happened so fast it's hard to remember really, adrenaline drenched 20 seconds. Training took over and we both did what we had to do and prayed for grace. Once we were out then it was all about not getting ventilated or captured before the DART chopper could get there and the road warriors could arrive with more firepower and bodies. Our second ship took care of business though, they were ammo and ordinance dry by the time they landed next to us. What a night. Those bastards may have gotten in a lucky shot, but it cost them dearly. 49 million dollar choppers are replaceable, life isn't.
IMHO, it takes balls of steel to keep your composure as your going down. I’ve always said, when the rounds start popping off, time slows and I swear you’re able to think of the worst things imaginable. Your training, fear and adrenaline will keep you alive. On the ground, you at least think you have some control. You have my utmost respect.