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“You can kill ten of my men for every one of yours I
kill--but in the end, you will lose and I will win.”
--Ho Chi Minh.
In 1967, I was part of a Long Distance Recon Team
(LURP) in Viet Nam. We had been in the bush for
a month. My 6 man team was part of Tiger Force,
bad-ass paratroopers. I was a cherry, two months
out of the Recon school at Nha Trang.
My first encounter with the VC was only one week
in. I had slunk off into the jungle to take a wicked
crap. It was mid-dump when far away, an inter-
rupted cry became a fire fight. I found my squad
pinned down by a force of VC. using my BAR, I
was able to lay down a deadly crossfire that
turned the tide.
We had raided a village at 1300; our Charlie body
count was 41. Col. Morse would love that--he was
a mad dog motherfucker. My nightmares haunt
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