Post by Coooolness on Sept 25, 2012 22:49:09 GMT -6
Can somebody please put this in a book on my behalf
Cold Blood
By: Coooolness
The bullets flew past our heads, I held my M16 close to my chest, and I knew the Vietnamese would put up a fight, but I never thought that they could put up this much of a fight. A few months ago, on a hot summers day, my fireteam and I were sent to Vietnam to help out in the war efforts. We knew the weapons of the Vietnamese but not their tactics, hey also knew the land and we didn’t.
My fireteam flew into the US base around 3pm, the base was located in a large clearing in the dense Vietnam jungle, we were flown in a Bell UH-1 Iroquois which is to long to say so its other name is Huey. We were escorted by 2 Bell UH-1’s from the point that we needed and escort I knew that the Vietnamese have fought hard and have shot down helicopters before and by the faces of the rest of my fireteam they realized that to. My fireteam and I got off the Huey and our commander went into the Generals office, as the rest of us continued to the mess hall to get some supper. In my fireteam there is Major Johnson, First Sergeant Huston, Lance Corporal Charles, and I, Sergeant Major James Watson.
On the way to the mess hall I notice that there was about 25 M48A3 Patton tanks and about 10 M67A1 flamethrower tanks, which were nicknamed “Zippo”. As we entered the mess hall I noticed that there wasn’t a lot of people around just the tank platoon and a few other squads.
“Where is everybody? “Asked Charles.
“Probably in the front lines.” Answered Huston.
As we ate our food I noticed that the mess hall was in a pretty good shape, the tables were nice wood and walls didn’t have any holes in them and the ceiling didn’t have any cracks or holes either, it was nice to enjoy a nice good meal.
After some time Major Johnson walked in the door and started to walk in our direction.
“What’s up?” Asked Charles.
“In the morning we have to scout of a village where there is thought to be Vietnamese troops.” Answered Johnson.
A few of the cooks came up to us and asked us “where is the rest of your squad was?” I thought why would they ask this question then it occurred to me that not many fireteams have come here because it would be pointless for normal fireteams, they would be killed extremely fast.
“We are a Special Forces fireteam which specializes in long range encounters, we each carry: a M40 sniper rifle, a M16 and a M1617 revolver. Huston you still have the radio right?” I answered.
“Yeah.” Said Huston.
After we finished eating we headed off to the building we were going to spend the night in, it was cozy but didn’t have a lot of people around but I remembered that a lot of them maybe in the front lines fighting already.
The morning was a calm hot morning and we head off to the village near by. It was a 20-minute walk through the jungle. We didn’t want to just walk in and get us spotted so we climbed a cliff near by and looked at the town through binoculars looking for any signs of Vietnamese troops.
“Look over to the left of stall selling fruit.” Whispered Johnson.
“I see it, but what are they doing? Answered Charles.
“Looks like they are setting up mortars looks like 10 of them” I said.
“We need to get back to camp and tell the general ” said Huston.
When we got back the Zippo tanks were gone and some of the Patton’s were also gone. Johnson went and told the general and then he planed to evacuate the camp to another camp. After we finished packing our stuff the general came up to us and told us some bad news.
“A few Huey’s have left with men but shortly after lift off we lost contact with one of them and it to dangerous for you and your men to fly out.” The general said.
“Dang it now how are we going to get out of here are you expecting us to go through the jungle?” Wondered Huston.
“Yes” Answered the general.
I saw that the general seemed scared as we got on the side of a tank.
I wondered who would we a Patton or mortar it made me a little scared so a shock the thought out of my head. The general had an armored vehicle, the tanks started to move and we got deeper and deeper into the jungle in the distance I could hear mortar fire. And hoped that they were missing
As we went up a hill I could see the camp on fire being destroyed by mortar fire. We were heading to Lando A camp is was about 20 km away we were riding with Delta 15 tank squad and Zolo 57 rifle squad.
As I started to daydream about a nice hot day at the beach back in U.S.A. a screech hit the sky and a mortar shell hit the tank I was on and I was flown off the tank and was shocked by what happened after that. Vietnamese troops shot RPG’s out of the jungle from everywhere and mortar after mortar tank after tank and air was pierced with the screeches of mortar.
I woke up a few hours later with the dead body of Pvt. Daris of Zolo 57 on me. And I can remember is the sound of the screams and the images of people getting stabbed in the chest with bayonets and getting shot right in front of me.
I started to get up and felt a gun barrel in my back.
To be continued in part 2.
Cold Blood
By: Coooolness
The bullets flew past our heads, I held my M16 close to my chest, and I knew the Vietnamese would put up a fight, but I never thought that they could put up this much of a fight. A few months ago, on a hot summers day, my fireteam and I were sent to Vietnam to help out in the war efforts. We knew the weapons of the Vietnamese but not their tactics, hey also knew the land and we didn’t.
My fireteam flew into the US base around 3pm, the base was located in a large clearing in the dense Vietnam jungle, we were flown in a Bell UH-1 Iroquois which is to long to say so its other name is Huey. We were escorted by 2 Bell UH-1’s from the point that we needed and escort I knew that the Vietnamese have fought hard and have shot down helicopters before and by the faces of the rest of my fireteam they realized that to. My fireteam and I got off the Huey and our commander went into the Generals office, as the rest of us continued to the mess hall to get some supper. In my fireteam there is Major Johnson, First Sergeant Huston, Lance Corporal Charles, and I, Sergeant Major James Watson.
On the way to the mess hall I notice that there was about 25 M48A3 Patton tanks and about 10 M67A1 flamethrower tanks, which were nicknamed “Zippo”. As we entered the mess hall I noticed that there wasn’t a lot of people around just the tank platoon and a few other squads.
“Where is everybody? “Asked Charles.
“Probably in the front lines.” Answered Huston.
As we ate our food I noticed that the mess hall was in a pretty good shape, the tables were nice wood and walls didn’t have any holes in them and the ceiling didn’t have any cracks or holes either, it was nice to enjoy a nice good meal.
After some time Major Johnson walked in the door and started to walk in our direction.
“What’s up?” Asked Charles.
“In the morning we have to scout of a village where there is thought to be Vietnamese troops.” Answered Johnson.
A few of the cooks came up to us and asked us “where is the rest of your squad was?” I thought why would they ask this question then it occurred to me that not many fireteams have come here because it would be pointless for normal fireteams, they would be killed extremely fast.
“We are a Special Forces fireteam which specializes in long range encounters, we each carry: a M40 sniper rifle, a M16 and a M1617 revolver. Huston you still have the radio right?” I answered.
“Yeah.” Said Huston.
After we finished eating we headed off to the building we were going to spend the night in, it was cozy but didn’t have a lot of people around but I remembered that a lot of them maybe in the front lines fighting already.
The morning was a calm hot morning and we head off to the village near by. It was a 20-minute walk through the jungle. We didn’t want to just walk in and get us spotted so we climbed a cliff near by and looked at the town through binoculars looking for any signs of Vietnamese troops.
“Look over to the left of stall selling fruit.” Whispered Johnson.
“I see it, but what are they doing? Answered Charles.
“Looks like they are setting up mortars looks like 10 of them” I said.
“We need to get back to camp and tell the general ” said Huston.
When we got back the Zippo tanks were gone and some of the Patton’s were also gone. Johnson went and told the general and then he planed to evacuate the camp to another camp. After we finished packing our stuff the general came up to us and told us some bad news.
“A few Huey’s have left with men but shortly after lift off we lost contact with one of them and it to dangerous for you and your men to fly out.” The general said.
“Dang it now how are we going to get out of here are you expecting us to go through the jungle?” Wondered Huston.
“Yes” Answered the general.
I saw that the general seemed scared as we got on the side of a tank.
I wondered who would we a Patton or mortar it made me a little scared so a shock the thought out of my head. The general had an armored vehicle, the tanks started to move and we got deeper and deeper into the jungle in the distance I could hear mortar fire. And hoped that they were missing
As we went up a hill I could see the camp on fire being destroyed by mortar fire. We were heading to Lando A camp is was about 20 km away we were riding with Delta 15 tank squad and Zolo 57 rifle squad.
As I started to daydream about a nice hot day at the beach back in U.S.A. a screech hit the sky and a mortar shell hit the tank I was on and I was flown off the tank and was shocked by what happened after that. Vietnamese troops shot RPG’s out of the jungle from everywhere and mortar after mortar tank after tank and air was pierced with the screeches of mortar.
I woke up a few hours later with the dead body of Pvt. Daris of Zolo 57 on me. And I can remember is the sound of the screams and the images of people getting stabbed in the chest with bayonets and getting shot right in front of me.
I started to get up and felt a gun barrel in my back.
To be continued in part 2.