About fifteen minutes ago I heard a loud rumbling noise. It sounded like a helicopter was right outside my window. That's because there was a FRICKEN HELICOPTER RIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW! In fact, four of them. I glanced outside and I caught a glimpse of a huge green military helicopter, with the words “United States of America” written on the side, disappear behind the trees adjacent to the field across the street. When most people in the world would hide under their bed or go into a bomb shelter at the sight of a military helicopter, I did the opposite. I ran outside to investigate.
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