Back in 1987, my unit went to Korea.One part of the maneuver was a massive air assault with over 100 helicopters. I was in the very first one. We hit about half a dozen LZ’s. Our LZ was a rice paddy.
There was a couple inches of water standing in the paddy. We touched down and everybody starts hopping out. I was in the front row of seats in the bird, which meant that I kinda had to stand, turn, and back out of the bird. As I stepped out, my foot got caught in the cables supporting the seats. I fell backwards out of the bird and my rucksack and PRC-77 radio slid over my head. My foot was still stuck.
There I was, one foot stuck in the chopper, with the crew chief helpfully kicking the crap out of my foot to try and free it, my platoon leader on the end of the cord to the radio handset trying to drag me along, with my mouth and nose submerged under the surface of a rice paddy that from time immemorial has been fertilized with human shit, drowning. I don’t think I’m gonna post any pics with this one.