Among other things, I want to talk about one OP I was privileged to be on, (which happened to be another 'right time, right place thing'). This happened when we were doing a long Recon looking for troop movement, counting manpower, and marking areas to bomb.
Without any discussion, I took off to the plane to help them as I knew they had to be hurt and they couldn't get out, or they would have already extracted from their jet.
Our guys kept the NVA real busy, as I never took a round. Both pilots lived and we never even knew their names -- but as I've said before, names didn't mean much out there.
As for myself, I still can't help wondering if I'd only stayed a little longer, maybe I could have made a bigger difference, helped save more lives, or at the worst, given my life to save someone more deserving than I ever could, or will be. I was and am just a simple "nobody soldier", who went about his duties doing the best I could and I never asked for help.
Other Articles by Michael Lansford:
The Last Firebase
Sayings and Poems
A Couple of Stories
The Last Road: A Vietnam Vet's Perspective
Holidays in The Nam
FNG Initiation and Humor
Life Prepared Me for Vietnam
Leavings at The Wall
Honoring The Wall
Life in the Jungle
In My Own Words: Part 1
In My Own Words: Part 2
Part 3: The KIA
Hill 937: Part 4
“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale
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