Vietnam 68-69

We were stationed on a firebase overlooking the A Shau Valley on time.  The top of the firebase was bare with not a lot of protection from the elements.  On this particular day it was a mostly clear day with just a few clouds in the sky, not a bad day except the wind was blowing pretty hard.  Some buddies and I had moved a little ways down off the side of the firebase to get out of the wind.  We were sitting their visiting when we felt droplets of water.  Now, it wasn’t unusual to get a sudden rain.  We all looked up to see where the rain was coming from.  The rain wasn’t coming from any cloud but from one of our buddies that was relieving himself into one of the “piss” tube above us.  We all yelled at him to stop his “rain shower”.  The wind had carried his yellow rain down to where we were sitting.  I don’t think he even realized what was happening until we yelled at him.  In the end we were all pretty amused by what had just happened.

For those of you who don’t know, it was common to bury metal casings that an artillery round were shipment in to use as a urinal.  The tubes were buried about halfway in the ground and they were usually placed right out in the open.

If this story offends anybody, I’m sorry but it’s something that happened to me in Vietnam that I remembered and I wanted to right about.  I think it’s pretty funny.

Huey taking off from fire base with troops, headed to an LZ in the jungle.

As my squad readied weapons and gear we were given final instructions by our squad leader, Sgt Dunn.  He told us that our squad would be one of the first ones to be dropped at the LZ, which the buzz was about it being “HOT”.  Sgt Dunn checked and made sure we had enough ammo, and that every man had ammo for Raines’ M-60.   He told us that we were to have our weapons at the ready and be prepared to return fire as the helicopters descended onto the LZ.  We were instructed to dismount from the helicopter quickly and move into position at the edge of the LZ to the right of any men already on the ground.  He stressed how important it was to return fire and secure the LZ as quickly as possible.  We knew we had to stay low to the ground and move to cover on perimeter of the LZ.

It wasn’t too long after we had been given our final instructions before we heard the rythmic thumping of the approaching Huey’s.  Everybody saddled up and checked their weapons one last time to make sure they were ready to “rock and roll”.  As each chopper touched down we loaded up and were airborne.  The helicopters trailed one after the other towards the LZ.  We sat in silent contemplation, myself thinking about what lay ahead for us.  The thought crossed my mind that our helicopter could get shoot down before we had a chance to unload, or maybe we would get shot up while we were still on board, or pinned down on the ground by hostile fire.  I wonder about who might get hit and hoped that one of them wasn’t me.  I looked around at my  friends as we rode high above the jungle, the cool wind buffeting us.  I could tell the were ready to go with their weapons at the ready and I some how felt better.

As we approached the LZ we were given the command to lock and load.  We readied our weapons and prepared to hit the ground running.  Our helicopter was one of the first to drop into the LZ.  I could see the ground rushing up toward us as our Huey made a quick descent into the clearing.  The clearing was big enough for a number of helicopters to drop their troops at once.  As the chopper ahead of us picked his spot to drop in our pilot picked a spot to the right rear of it.  I could see that the LZ was overgrown with brush and the wash of the helicopters blades was blowing it out and down in a circle.  I expcepted our helicopter to touch down, but the pilot stopped his descent about ten feet from the ground.  I looked down at the swirling brush and thought to myself, “There is no way I’m going to jump that far, the pilot needs to get closer to the ground.”  The I heard the door gunner yelling for us to hurry up and jump, that they wanted to get the hell out of there.  I hesitated another second or so and then with my feet on the skid I jumped to the ground.  I knew that with all the weight on my back the I needed to drop and roll.  I hit the ground and rolled over onto the right side of my pack.  Amazingly I didn’t break anything.  The rest of my squad was soon on the ground and moving to the perimeter of the clearing.

There wasn’t any enemy fire and all the helicopters made it in and out without incident.  Once we knew the area was clear we moved out toward our objective somewhere in the jungle.  Needless to say we were on high alert, wondering where the enemy could be and why they didn’t show at the LZ.

Maybe next time we won’t be so lucky.

I believe, Trautmann, Dunn, Schmitz, Crabtree, Crutts, Raines, Winder and Brown were all a part of this story.

I was talking to an old friend today.  I told him about my Vietnam blog and he told me something that gave me an idea.  I recently saw a couple of YouTube videos that I really liked that reminded me of one memorable Huey ride I took on my way back to my platoon in the bush.

Vietnam 1969 – I was ready to return to my platoon after a stay in the hospital.  One Huey was dispatched to haul me back to my platoon in the bush.  When the chopper arrived, I hoped aboard as the runners danced on the ground.  As soon as the Huey’s solo passenger was aboard the engine strained under the load of the pitched rotors and we shot skyward and over the trees.  We flew low over Camp Eagles bunkered perimeter and were soon swiftly flying low over the Vietnam landscape.   The pilot was flying at treetop level, at every rise in the terrain he would pull the Huey up and I would be pressed into the floor.  At every drop off of the terrain he would take the pitch out of the rotors and I would float weightless before slamming back to the floor when the helicopter stopped falling.  I looked out the open door and watched the landscape fly by.  I must say that I was kind of afraid, wondering if the pilots were going to make a mistake and hit the ground.  I had never ridden with a treetop flyer before.  I pulled my self up to take some pictures of this joy ride!  I could see out of the front windscreen and could see the land and water rushing towards us.  I brought my camera to my eye and took a picture, advanced the film and took another picture and then another.  I wanted to have some pitures of our low level thrill ride.

Treetop flyer over Bo Song river

Treetop flying, pressed into the floor

"Screaming Eagle" pilot of Huey flying on the deck.

 I also took a picture out the door of the helicopter of a Vietnamese gathering on the bank of the Song Bo river as we sped by.

Vietnamese gathering on the banks of the Song Bo River

I will never forget that ride with those ”Hotshot” chopper pilots.

I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope you enjoy the videos.

Mark Galloway performs his version of  Treetop Flyer - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6rYJli8e_Y

A Treetop Flyer flying a river - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o40_MzuKIGA

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.