Vietnam 68-69

View of Song BO River, where we ambushed vietcong in a sampan.

After striping down to his fatigue bottoms he dove into the river and swam out to where we last saw the sampan.  When reached the middle of the river he dove down and it wasn’t long before he located the sampan.  After a few more dives he came up with an AK-47.   He swam it to shore and then returned to dive a few more times, but didn’t find anything else to retrieve.

Our platoon leader wanted us to do some sweeps of the area on the other side of the river, so he requested helicopters be sent out to ferry us across the river.   We patrolled down the side of the river to see if there was anything before the helicopters arrived, then moved to an area where the helicopters could land to pick us up.  The Huey’s arrived and picked us up for the short hop across the river.  The AK-47 we recovered was given to one of the door gunners to be returned to Camp Evans.

Once everybody was on the ground we did a sweep of the area along the river.  We didn’t find any dead VC or anything to indicate that anybody made it out of the river.  While checking the shoreline, I found a piece of shrapnel from the big gun’s rounds.  The piece was about eight inches long and as sharp as a knife.  I showed it to all the guys and at some point trough it aside.  We were glad that none of us got hit by any of the shrapnel.

Our platoon broke into squads to RIF the entire area.  We spent a good part of the day looking for signs of the enemy, but found nothing.  Late in the day we picked out an area near the river the setup another night ambush.   The area was flat so there was room to set up a good ambush NDP.  Watch detail was assigned, those not on watch went to sleep.  I was one that didn’t have to pull guard until after midnight, so I went to sleep shortly after nightfall.  I’m not sure what time it was, but those who were sleeping were awaken by those on guard.  One of the men said they had seen two or three VC approaching our NDP, appearently they heard something from our position, turned and disappeared into the dark.   We went on high alert, not knowing if they would return and attack our position.  The remainder of the night was quiet.

The next morning we patrolled the hills above the river, looking for the enemy or their caches.  We didn’t find anything.  We heard that there was another platoon downstream from our ambush site.  We were told that they found atleast one VC body along the river.

When we returned to Camp Evans, there was an article about our night ambush in the Stars Stripes newspaper, it said the enemy body count was close to 400.  We couldn’t believe what we were reading, we thought maybe we killed 4 VC, not 400.

Val Wuthrich with pack and M-79.

This is picture of  me with a heavy pack.  In this picture you can see a Light Anti-tank Weapon (LAW) on the side of my pack.  There’s also those critical canteens.  I always carried at least two canteens, usually more.  There is a bag on top of my pack that carried a lot of my M-79 ammo.  If you look closely above the lower canteen you will see a smoke grenade.  We used smoke grenades to mark our position, usually for the helicopter pilots coming in to a landing zone (LZ) to pick us up.  Looking at my fatigues, I would say that I have just returned from a patrol in the jungle with my platoon.

Jeff Crabtree and Val 'Woody' Wuthrich with their M-79's.

The picture in this post is of me and one of my best friends and fellow grenadier while in Vietnam.  His name is Jeff Crabtree, and I kinda remember that he was from Kentucky.  He will be included in a lot of the stories I’m going to tell you about Vietnam.  If you know of a way that I can find Jeff, please let me know.