A beautiful day
Woody on January 22, 2010 in 101st Airborne, 1st Platoon, 3rd Squad, AK-47, Ambush, Ed Raines, Enemy Ambush, Huey UH-1B, Jack Schmitz, Jungle, Lieutenant Douglas Dugger, M-79, Medevac, Val Wuthrich, Vietnam, Vietnam 68-69, Woody 6 Comments »At the end of December, 1968, we were on a company size operation in the mountains somewhere west of Hue. Delta company was also on an operation in the mountains and made some contact with the enemy. Battalion headquarters pulled Delta company out. Our company was resupplied in the field and choppered to a new location, probably close to where Delta company had made contact. On Dec 31st, we were humping towards our next night defensive position (NDP). The weather was nice that morning and into the afternoon, with sunny skies, but the tempature wasn’t too hot for humping. I thought what a beautiful day it was and I liked the trail we were on. There were large trees all around, and the thick jungle growth was broken up by large open areas. I remember the trail started to make a sweeping turn to the left and we were given the sign to stop. Our platoon leaders, Lieutenant Dugger and Sergeant Perez needed to check the map to figure out which way we should go. Appearently there were other trails ahead and they needed to decide which trail would get us to our NDP. I recall that the area where we stopped was quite open, with some big trees here and there. We were standing in the trail, waiting for the order to move out, when automatic weapon fire rang out. We immediately hit the ground and I scrambled behind a big tree that was just off the trail to my right. There was only the initial burst of fire and then silence, only a short echo of the gun fire through the trees. Soon, word came back through our platoon that Lieutenant Dugger had been hit, a single bullet to the heart had killed him almost instantly, even before the medic could get to him. When I heard that he had been killed, I was in disbelief, which was soon replaced by rage. I wanted to kill the bastards that had killed our platoon leader. Lieutenant Dugger was only days from going home to his wife and family, and this was to be his last patrol. He had talked lovingly of his wife and he was looking forward to seeing her and his family once again. It wasn’t right that he wouldn’t be going home to see his wife and family again.
Sgt Perez gave us orders to advance towards the location that the enemy fire had come from. Jack was on my right and Raines was on my left, thier weapons in firing position, as our squad moved up a slight incline covered with grass and brush towards a denser growth of dark jungle. I thought that the enemy could still be in there waiting for us, but I didn’t care, I had my M-79 loaded and at the ready. We advanced side by side and made a sweep of the area but didn’t make contact with the enemy. We found foot prints that indicated that there were about five NVA.
A medevac had been ordered and was on it’s way. Our platoon moved to secure a nearby clearing large enough for the helicopter to land. It wasn’t long before we heard the thumping of the Huey’s rotor blades in the distance. A yellow smoke was popped on the LZ to help the pilot find the clearing we had secured. The Huey soon broke over the trees and dropped into the clearing and touched down. Members of our platoon picked up Lt Dugger’s poncho wrapped body and carried it to the waiting helicopter. Yellow smoke swirled through the blades of the helicopter as it waited forLieutenant Dugger’s body to be loaded onboard. As soon as the men had placed his body in the Huey and cleared the LZ the pilot applied more throttle to the engine and pitch to the rotors, the helicopter lifted off and slowly rose straight up from the clearing, turned and tilted towards the east and soon disappeared over the trees. Lieutenant Dugger was going home.
A beautiful day to die…
