I had been out in the boonies for 2-3 days
by myself. Each night I hunkered down in a tree to sleep. I tied
myself in so I wouldn't fall out. Needless to say I never got
much sleep. It seemed every sound woke me up. This night I was
about 50 ft up in a tree I heard a lot of small arms fire....
AKs, M16s, M14s and M60s... and it was all coming my way.
My rifle was equipped with a silencer and
a night vision scope. Five men were being chased by a large group
of NVA/Chinese. I could hear the 5 men and tell they were our guys.
They hid in a ditch to make a last stand. It was quiet evident that
ehy would quickly be over run.They weren't firing a lot, they
were trying to make each round count.
I quietly got myself into position in the
tree. I had a limb that made a very convenient rifle rest. I
watched for rifle flashes and began to systematically pick off
the enemy. After awhile the firing began to subside. "Our
guys" knew I was close by but didn't know where. They soon
took the opportunity to slip off into the night.
I hit 3 or 4 more targets before the bad guys
I climbed down out of my tree and made
my escape from the area. During the next 2 days I had to hide
from the bad guys. A few times I could have reached out and touched
On the 3d day I got back to Mach Air and
Mr Jones gave me a debreifing even before I could take a shower.
Mr Jones first question was "how many
rounds did you get back with?"....3 that was all I had except
for the ammo in my pistol.
I gave Mr Jones all the details of my recon
trip and that night. Mr Jones said that I had saved the lives
of 5 American special ops men. The next day a recon patrol was
looking for the special ops men and came upon where they had
made their stand. There were 37 dead NVA/Chinese there. The special ops
men were down to 24 rounds between them when they decided to
make their last stand where they did. Most of the dead were killed
by head shots. So they must have been mine.