The M-60s had opened up from in front of me, but I could not estimate the distance or the true direction the machine guns might be firing from, what with the sound of the nearby rushing river water and the incessant beat of the rain down upon my helmet. I knew all the Marines understood that there was no alternative to a full-frontal attack that would take us to the very edge of the forest line. Digging in, and then holding that position would take every bit of supporting fire in the night that the Ontos could provide and then every bit of fire support from the air to hold the position during the next day.
I pushed forward, with Fusner at my left shoulder and Nguyen breaking the jungle in front of me as best he could. The rain beat away the mosquitos and cooled my skin a bit, although the pain from the leech bites all over my back would not retreat as much as I would have liked. I knew the three of us had to be within five hundred meters, or so, of that front edge of the jungle. From there we would command a full view of the waterway cutting into the side of the Bong Song, and also the southern exposure of Hill 975. The Starlight Scope would once again become very important in sighting in to suppress fire, if we could get it into position.
This is the second time I have written you. I’ve devoured all the chapters, felt excited and sad at the story–all at the same time. Just to recap my experiences because with the number of guys writing you and all the names, I’d be surprised you would recall me.
I was USAF in Vietnam, two tours. One as a bomb loader and one as a gunner on a AF Special Ops Huey. Our entire mission was to take recon troops into Cambodia, drop them off and come get them. And we did come get them, come hell or high water. We did not lose a lot of our men or choppers due to the sneaking in and out tactics we employed.
But I digress. The thing I want to know is if you are anywhere near the finish of the story. I understand the difficulty of writing such an epic tale and would love to see the finish.
Steve
Thanks, Steve, big time.
A really great comment and some really terrific compliments.
I am now back and working to finish the story since we are so close,
but life went from open-heart surgery straight into the greatest panic the nation has ever participated in and there is no avoiding that.
I also remain weakened, they say, although I feel tough as old shoe leather.
I must respect the fact that I am not as tough as I think I am.
Thanks for the great comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Hello jr. I check my e-mail and Facebook every morning and night for the next chapter. When I start reading one my wife leaves the room as she said I shouldn’t read them as it always causes my eyes to leak. She’s a few years younger than me so didn’t know me before the war. I can’t imagine what could have been like To go through so much every day and night. I did 3 tours back to back to keep a couple brothers out of the crap and saw my share of crap but it was spaced out. I don’t think my body or sanity could have taken as much as you and your men did. Thank you for sharing it helps a lot of us.
Thanks Sag! Means a lot to me that some of the real deal guys, and many serving in the rear areas (and I have a lot more respect for those guys than I used to. What the hell did I know? I want the guys to have lived and not died). Anyway, I sure bet you saw a lot and maybe it was better that way, with some breathing space. The ability to accumulate stuff and take it home. The ability to know what the guys around you outside your unit were doing. I’m a bad judge through, as you are reading my experiences now…
Semper fi,
Jim
Great LT. glad to hear you said us ARMY artti guys are ok. Was only buck sgt. in the motor pool but good to hear the comment.
My brother died as an Army 1st Lieutenant. He was a terrific guy. My experiences with the Army were all great, in and after the Nam. ALL OF THEM!!! They fired for us, flew for us, and never complained and in fact said time after time how great we were. I was my blues one night at the Surf and Sand in Laguna Beach with my wife. He had enough money for chicken dinner and a drink apiece and that was it. The 101st guys came walking in, about ten of them in uniform, saw us in the corner, checked out my ribbons, and then came to our table. They were wonderful. All enlisted guys from the Nam. They bought us dinner and drinks and we stayed until they closed the place at two a.m. That’s the Army I know.
Never forget. Ever.
Semper fi,
Jim
Lt spot on. As always a great read. To enthralled to catch any Grammatical errors.
Doc
Thanks a lot Roger and I really appreciate how long you have been with me, as well as the compliment written on here for all to see…
Semper fi,
jim
A couple of weeks ago I rode in a van from Hue to Khe Sanh, in comfort with my 60 & 70’s music playing.
Along the way we stopped here and there on 548 and other roads enjoying the lush jungle and speeding rivers
And a one-stop it dawned on me that perhaps I was covering the same ground you did back then. My view of that jungle and the rapidly flowing river suddenly changed. Your story echoed in my mind and I could almost hear the drums. (perhaps the tumbling water beating the rocks) and I thought about that young Lt. with those rugged men who once walked there. I said a little prayer for those who died and another one for those who lived, not knowing which needed it more. Then went on my way, still, in thought, I was to face my demons a few days later outside of An Khe and I did. I had met four men who at one time where my enemy and we became friends. Just old soldiers remembering the past. We laughed and joked and put the war behind us. Then I went to the crash site of my mentor, in a lonely field far from anything and faced my dreams and my dreads then laid it all to rest. James, I am now happier than I have been in 50 yrs. I thank you for your books as they helped me write my story for my family. That led to my return to Vietnam and that has led to a better life. I hope and pray that it will give you the same peace it has me.
Gordon, I as so taken by your comment, and by the baring of the soul you did in it so eloquently, I put it up on my Facebook sites. The depth of your
compliment cannot really be described. It’s like a religious experience and without this kind of fiery horsepower of emotion directed upward toward the heavens and to include
me and my work, I could never finish this work. I cannot thank you enough for what you have said…
Semper fi, brother,
Jim
Jim,
What an honor it is to read your account and to have followed you through this journey for the past couple of years. One question: Do you ever plan to provide any maps of the area of operation? I often get lost in direction like is the river on your left or right, where is the fire base directionally, how far was that night march, etc. A few figures combined with your vivid descriptive powers would surely help me visualize better.
Thank you again for your service and your willingness to dig these memories out of your historical mind vault.
Blessings,
Ed
I have been preparing that ‘book’ and manual since I was mid-way through the first book.
I have not published or provided it simply because I have not wanted to unfictionalize the printed
version even more than I do by allowing comments here and answering them the way I do. There is risk here.
There is also credibility and the continued reinforcement of that by doing just what you say…which I will
do once we are done. Sorry it is not to be right now.
Semper fi,
and thanks for being there through all this whole odyssey, the most unlikely war novel I have ever seen written and published.
Jim
Thanks again Sir, for another great read. Semper Fi
You are most welcome David, and I much appreciate your comment and your writing here on this forum.
Semper fi,
Jim
Lt, although I drew combat pay and hazardous duty pay I was never in combat. Although an operating flight deck can get hairy at times. When I finally left the Navy and started back to college, in 1975, we vets would sit around over coffee or beer and talk. I have heard parts of your story or some like it. It helped the real combat vets to have someone listening, that didn’t ask stupid questions. You are a fantastic writer! I feel like I am some how standing next to you. I was supposed to become a Corpsman, but decided I did not want to be shot at. I still wonder if I could have hacked it. I can’t wait to read the rest. Oh and Welcome Home! I’m glad you made it!
It was less about ‘hacking it’ than being hacked. To pieces. Combat is not
a place for training to play itself out effectively or for clever tough warriors to navigate through
because they are clever tough warriors. That little piece of errant artillery metal, traveling at 22 thousand
feet per second across the battlefield takes down a regular Marine or Rambo himself if it encounters him.
I have come to find I was not so bad at what I had to do but you will note that I only lasted 30 days and even
then was amazingly lucky to get out alive.
Thanks for the interesting comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Opened my email just before heading to my three times per week PT. Only got to read the first half of this post before I had to head out the door. Started from the beginning when I got back to savor the whole post. I am torn between wanting to read the climax of the 30 days as soon as possible and having the whole saga come to an end.
Semper Fi!
Thats a really neat compliment, when you put it that way SGT and I much appreciated the reading of it.
Thank you and thanks for the support and the kind of study and analysis of the material you put in…
Semper fi,
Jim
Lt, once again my jaw tenses and toes curl in anticipation of the next event.your words cast an obsseve trance that finds my focusing with tunnel vision y’alls progress. This A. O. Is alive in my memory . We’ve flown in there, inserted as air cav “Blues” platoon. It’s pretty cool I can still see it through your descriptions. Revisiting emotions past …lol, not there/cool yet.
thanks for the great comment Doc. Yes, the sights sounds and valley…they will live on as we live on,
thought to have forgotten but that is never to be…thanks for being there and now being here…
Semper fi,
Jim
Hi Jim,
A slight correction coming from a musician…
Your phrase: “Monday Morning, by the Mommas and the Pappas.”
The song is actually called, “Monday, Monday”
And the band is called, “The Mamas & the Papas”
I turned 18 just as the war in Vietnam ended or I probably would have been headed there as well.
I have been reading your story ever since I stumbled upon it on FaceBook…great writing.
Thanks most sincerely for the help. Sometimes my memory gets a bit screwed up, especially about the music. I ought to check everything
out on the Internet but when I am writing the story I just write it from memory and my diary and notes. I should edit much more professionally
after that but I get emotionally spent and just want to get it off. And that’s where you guys and gals come in. My editors and my friends who
are there to become, in many ways, part of the story…
Semper fi, and thanks so much.
Jim
You know I led convoys all over our 4th division a.o. and
moved troops and the supplies that support a war.
Of course I knew these men were out there fighting this war but never realized the extent of their actions until I read of them from men like you.
May God bless you and your men
Yes, the enormity of the gulf between being in the rear areas and really separated from the combat arenas…and the guys coming
out not talking about it all when they made it out, like that would somehow jinx their bid to make it back into the real world.
Thanks for the great comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Once again Jim–powerful.
Thanks for the powerful one word compliment. I get it and got it and appreciate it very much.
Semper fi,
Jim
But now I was calling for fire, (dele comma) from an artillery battery firing beyond its effective range (insert comma) and the rules of engagement might be strictly adhered to. I was calling for a mission that would not (no) doubt be closer than the ‘danger close’
“Mamas and Papas”
From the quality of comments, it seems others agree this segment might be your best yet! Let it flow!
Floyd
I have had so many ‘best ever’ segments and I have no clue when I’m writing the segments that that particular segment might be
considered that way.
In fact, I only think about living back down in the A Shau while I am writing
and I usually do the writing at a local coffee shop or restaurant (Avant on Broad Street or Speedos down near the Riviera Pier).
They have come to know what I am doing and
are really great about not interrupting and bringing me back to this phenomenal world.
Semper fi,
Jim
Crap you stopped !!!!!!!!
Once again on the edge of my seat Lt.
One thought kept running through my head as I was reading this one, the importance of the poncho !! I know it might sound frivolous to some, but for those who know it became invaluable in the constant rain.
Damn if I believe Jurgens will actually man up, but I’ll wait it out.
Thanks for the intense read !!
SEMPER Fi
Jurgens was driven by the same forces the rest of us were but his survival direction manifested differently.
There was no real evil in combat, as the combat is the evil environment. There is only fear and trying to
somehow make it through.
Semper fi,
Jim
I wasn’t t sure what I hated the most over there the heat or the rain. Then when I think about it what I hated the most was how alone we were. Individualy and collectively. Hot ,wet, and alone!!
Yes, corporal, that alone thing was, indeed, the worst of all, except for the times of outright terror and deep abiding fear.
Semper fi, and thanks for saying it the way it was…
Jim
Stygian darkness….. wow … anyone who has stared into the night over a gunsight will feel that turn of phrase in their bones and in their worst moments.
Yes, the dark was a pretty terrible thing, with noises masked by other noises
and the terror suspicion that anything and everything was coming at any moment.
Thanks for the description…
Semper fi,
Jim
What a piece of work Jurgens was.Wow what a great read. Thanks Jim
You are most welcome Milt, and I much appreciate you writing the compliment on here for all to see…
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you for another riveting installment, Lieutenant. Excellent as usual. One edit: third paragraph, first sentence should read “ I heard” rather than I head.
Got it Gunny, and thanks for the help here…
Semper fi,
Jim
“Representative” what a neat way for the Gunny to explain one of his many roles. One who smooths (as best he can) the conflicts within the Company… and has the wisdom to know when to back off. He was definitely plugged into the mental state of the Marines.
“… guys coming home with medals on their chests from being involved in real combat on the ground. Were they all scumbags who somehow managed to be able to fight, kill and survive, in spite of their lack of any identifiable moral compass?”
From my reading of military history many combat heroes came from rough backgrounds – street fighters & juvenile delinquents. They played by their rules and not that imposed by others. They don’t wait for someone to tell them what to do. They are great in battle but often could not fit in a peace-time military. Yet there are many unassuming folks who performed heroic deeds. The Quakers who served as medics come to mind.
Some editing suggestions follow:
I knew all the Marines understood that there was no alternative to a full-frontal attack the would take us to the very edge of the forest line.
Maybe substitute “that” for “the” in front of “would”
I knew all the Marines understood that there was no alternative to a full-frontal attack that would take us to the very edge of the forest line.
The discussion of the NVA mortar fire left me a bit confused. My first impression was they were firing 60 mms because you mentioned your 60s. I’m getting that initially you figured it could not be your mortars – so it must be theirs. The sound of a 60 firing vs that of an 82 is different. Also the seven-pound projectile sounds more like a 60 mm rather than an 82 mm (but I have
limited experience there). In later paragraphs all is clarified. The NVA is firing 82s and Sugar Daddy is firing 60s.
“We needed the sixties, which somehow Sugar Daddy’s platoon got up and working. The Ontos isn’t even up to our position yet, however, which means its got to go up to maximum speed to cover Sugar Daddy’s forward element now occupying our old position.
Just close quotes after “position”
“We needed the sixties, which somehow Sugar Daddy’s platoon got up and working. The Ontos isn’t even up to our position yet, however, which means its got to go up to maximum speed to cover Sugar Daddy’s forward element now occupying our old position.”
There was no response from him /space/
over the radio,
Close space
There was no response from him over the radio,
I knew he’d probably intended me to hear him,
Maybe add “for” in front of “me”
I knew he’d probably intended for me to hear him,
Earlier, we’d been able to move the Ontos across it because it hadn’t been that deep and the water, not that fast-moving, but with the hard rain coming
Picky punctuation suggestion. Drop one comma and substitute a semicolon for the second comma
Earlier, we’d been able to move the Ontos across it because it hadn’t been that deep and the water not that fast-moving; but with the hard rain coming
I don’t understand “How had the NVA regiment we pursued crossed the water since there was no fire at all coming from the positions they’d fired their mortars from in the jungle area we now occupied?” Initially you thought their location was: “or those tubes had been at the ready all the time near the base of Hill 975.” … and shortly after the incoming rounds said “There was not much further to move” that would have made counter fire by Sugar Daddy really dicey had they been in the jungle immediately to your front.
Any attempt to penetrate the mud underneath that dense debris only ended up water completely filling the hole.
Maybe add “with” in front of “water”
Any attempt to penetrate the mud underneath that dense debris only ended up with water completely filling the hole.
The 175 artillery was more accurate than in the past,” the Gunny went on, “and that made the 60s a whole lot more effective.
60s either M-60s or 60 mms ? I’m guessing your 60 mm mortars.
And he knows you put him in a for a decoration.
Drop “a” from in front of “for”
And he knows you put him in for a decoration.
FDO, was taking /space/
a potentially massive risk in helping a Marine unit in trouble.
Just backspace to fill the hole.
I really need a map to figure out directions.
Our two companies were in line, according to Fusner’s whispered reports, from the canyon wall to the east all the way to the river’s edge on the west, a distance of about four hundred meters.
Then…
I wondered if the NVA was on top of the artillery potential of the situation to be smart enough to attack only along the western-most part of the canyon wall, where artillery rounds coming in from the firebase located way up the valley would be partially blocked by the bulk of Hill 975’s eastern flank
Somehow I thought you were on the west side of the river facing north. If that is correct then the first sentence should be:
from the canyon wall to the west all the way to the river’s edge on the east, a distance of about four hundred meters
I’ll leave that to folks who are keeping track of position.
James, Always at your own pace. There is no deadline. Stay in your comfort zone.
Blessings & Be Well
I cannot thank you enough for this assistance Dan. You are simply the best and I don’t think I could successfully do this without you and few more truly dedicated souls on here…
and then there is the rest of the wonderful mass of men and women who read but don’t comment. A hundred comments probably means five to then thousand readers.
Semper fi,
Jim
Than you again for your help, Dan.
I think all are corrected.
Semper fi,
Jim
Holy shit Sir, you’ve cranked it up the most it’s ever been with this segment. Seriously. The “guys coming home with medals on their chests” really hit home. Ron Shallo justified extending to go to Beirut and tried to get me to do the same by saying that “we’d come home with some ribbons on our chests and some stories to tell our grandkids.” Ron came home in a box, and I try to tell my grandkids about Ron and all of the others that didn’t come home, I hope that some day they’ll understand. Just like I try to tell them about my Dad, gone fifty years ago yesterday. He wasn’t a Marine, but he was Air Force and kept the B-52s that were pounding the north and the south from Okinawa flying. Dead at 37 from phlebitis, the climate killed him days before we were to be medavaced back to the states. It’s up to us to tell the stories and share the memories, I for one thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing yours. Semper Fi LT.
Thanks, Mike, from the bottom of your heart to the bottom of my own. I am trying to remember and lay it down as it went down. I was very surprised about
how many people reacted to the agreement I had to come to with the Gunny, just as I am about the medals thing. It was weird but what was not out there in
that shit? Thanks for adding your own story to my own and I am sure sorry about your Dad…
Semper fi, brother,
Jim
Oh man…THANKS!
Another episode already up and the adrenaline is flowing here.
Ready to address the “things that go bump in the night.”
Palpable sense that a climax is building.
Thanks, LT/Sir/LT/Junior.
Thanks Walt, and yes you may address me as Junior, a name I fled from over the years but have now accommodated because of you and the people who write on
here to encourage and to help me along. Much appreciate the compliment and the care, and writing it on here…
Semper fi,
Jim
Wow! My mind has been left darting between two bases! Even as the proverbial ball is about to be tossed above your ears! What a pickle! Where the only means of being tagged out seems to be with words whispered in blackness! Yet…Junior’s got a lock on it, I think!
Somewhere between the straw that breaks the Camel’s back and the blue smoke rising for a Lucky Strike still burning within a wet and muddy handshake is that chance. That one chance in a thousand, where a Marine chooses to remain “always faithful” to their integrity…
Semper fi, James
Powerfully executed!
ddh
Thanks, as I have become to writing when I read your comments. I always smile when I see one, knowing how great and insightful as it is going to be.
Like this one. Can’t thank you enough Hayes…
Semper fi,
Jim
Great Scott’s! Monday morning ! Then hear , “ I’ll do my part”. Just the beginning of a long night.
Thanks W, for the compliment in the writing on here.
Means a lot…
Semper fi,
Jim
Yes sir this is really getting sticky now, man LT you leave us hanging more and more. Great read!
I do not mean to leave everyone hanging, although you will note that stopping this thing at almost any
point would kind of do that, anyway. Thanks for being with me all the way through and the compliment you give me…
SEmper fi,
Jim
Great as always.
Thanks Chuck, it is certainly nice to read this sparse but meaningful words from you…
Semper fi,
Jim
James, I know what a solitary effort it is to write. I also know that to journey as deeply into your psyche as you are doing can be a painful, lonely thing. Thank you for that. As I was one of those who avoided the draft by going to college, I’ve never really gotten the gut-level feel for what it was really like for the average soldier…and I’ve read every book written about it in my trying. I think I finally have an idea now. Thank you for that! I’ve never known how to think about our generation’s war, but now I think I have a way to frame things. You’re a way better than average writer writing a gut wrenching story. I think this is the best heroic tragedy I’ve ever read! Thank you for serving in my place, and thank you for this book!
Loved your comment Bobby and I hope you don’t mind that I put it up on my Facebook sites.
Tremendous compliment and it reached me deeply. Thank you for keeping me going…
Semper fi,
Jim
Great as always, why was the gunny so concerned to get your promise?
You will have to wait for the answer to that question Joshua. Thanks for the compliment though…
Semper fi,
Jim
I’m not a Marine and have always maintained a true teasing rivalry with them, but as an Army DUSTOFF medic in the Central Highlands 70-71 I’ve gained a vision of what y’all went thru on the ground. Damn!! Y’all were some wild and crazy people! 🚁🇺🇸
Y’all should’ve volunteered for DUSTOFF where it was so much safer!! 🤪🤪👍👍
Well, there was no volunteering for anything once I got in at that time.
I was on a sleigh ride until I was finally hit and then entered the medical system
and began the process of recovery back into civilian life…which I never quite accomplished.
Semper fi,
Jim