Near Đà Nẵng, 1965, we were flown out to a forced-landing site to secure a Huey over night. We were on foot heading into the treeline, which was too dense for an LZ. We paralleled a tropical stream most of the morning, and suddenly...there it was: a gushing angel-hair falls of haze, spouting a cool breeze. Today it is called a Rainforest--in 1965 it was, pure-and-simply, a jungle. But at that quiet pristine moment in a still dark canopied forest, the waterfall was like heaven's mist ... and another lifetime memory etched in.

Don Poss