Ambushing and Attacking
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I never liked the term "Gooks", but
used it sometimes to de-personalize
"the enemy", it seemed to help lot's
of people cause they used the term
frequently.
used it sometimes to de-personalize
"the enemy", it seemed to help lot's
of people cause they used the term
frequently.
Reading the comment about always
finding a place to hide and not playing
hero sorta wrankled me. Not so much that
it was true, but that it makes me look
cowardly in the aftermath of a battle in
which men were killed and wounded.
I can only think of one occassion in which i
was unable to somehow get to the guy
yelling, "DOC!!!"..or "MEDIC" if they were
new.
That one time I was at one with the earth
behind a low bunker as tracers were flying
over my head. A tracer hit the ground
next to my leg and fizzled like a fuse..I
thought it was a bomb and I was a gonner
fer sure. The two guys that were
wounded were hit in the legs and I just
yelled at em to use the bandages I gave
em and patch each other up.
My lieutenant was laying right next to me,
so I had a pretty good witness. A friend of
mine had dived on the wrong side of the
bunker and I thought for sure he was
dead till he came flying over the top to
snuggle in nex to us.
finding a place to hide and not playing
hero sorta wrankled me. Not so much that
it was true, but that it makes me look
cowardly in the aftermath of a battle in
which men were killed and wounded.
I can only think of one occassion in which i
was unable to somehow get to the guy
yelling, "DOC!!!"..or "MEDIC" if they were
new.
That one time I was at one with the earth
behind a low bunker as tracers were flying
over my head. A tracer hit the ground
next to my leg and fizzled like a fuse..I
thought it was a bomb and I was a gonner
fer sure. The two guys that were
wounded were hit in the legs and I just
yelled at em to use the bandages I gave
em and patch each other up.
My lieutenant was laying right next to me,
so I had a pretty good witness. A friend of
mine had dived on the wrong side of the
bunker and I thought for sure he was
dead till he came flying over the top to
snuggle in nex to us.
around the end of April, 1970, I think