whom was John Kessling.  I had known John since the 1950s and had worked for him at one time. All the men were from our same company back on Okinawa. They needed help and pronto.  And it was up to us to provide that help.  By sheer  luck there was one Huey Helicopter at the camp. The call went out for more helicopter support.  I took seven Strikers and Mark Chase, who had to obtain special permission from Captain Moon.   Mark was on camp restriction for shooting a tin can off the top of the Vietnamese flagpole and causing Major Reed to have a tizzy fit. Captain Moon regrets that decision to this day,  but it was the right one at the time.

So, loaded down with only ammo and water, we climbed in the chopper and took off. Only a few miles away by air, the stricken team was located and as the chopper circled we began to take enemy ground fire. Were we flying into a deliberate trap? It was a favorite trick of the enemy - use US troops in trouble as bait. for they knew we would try to get them out. The pilot decided to go in anyhow in spite of the incoming fire, and we went in "hot" and tumbled out as soon as the chopper neared the ground. Then it went back to camp to bring in other troops. I put my men in a defense position and went over to talk to Haley and Ice, they told me what had happened and where the fire was coming from. Ice gave me a can of pineapple and I stuck it in the cargo pocket of my pants. When I looked at John, he was very pale and was unable to move his legs. He had been shot through the gut and was in bad shape.  At that point no one thought he would make it.

I bit back my anger, and with my men started up the slope to the wood line where the bad guys were. I wanted to establish a line between the patrol and the North Vietnamese.  It was a decent plan, but Mr. Charles was not to allow it.  As we moved up in line, we were met with heavy automatic weapons fire. The first burst struck me and shot down all three strikers to my left side. I felt a hard blow on my left leg and felt something warm and wet  running down my leg. Ahead of me I saw an enemy soldier in a foxhoIe firing at me.  I gave him a burst of tire with my M 16 and as he went down in the hole I tossed in a hand grenade for  good measure. I was yelling for Mark to come to me. I turned to look for him, and saw him kneeling down and firing at the enemy soldiers .  He ejected an empty magazine, reloaded and stood up and incredibly  he vaulted over a downed tree trunk and took off  running after the retreating enemy. He got maybe eight steps and went down.

I finally got control of my other three strikers and began laying down fire on any thing we could see. Very soon I was joined by other team members, Frank Henry, Garry  Stamm and Bob Lammers and about 20 more strikers. It was then that Frank found Marks body. I went over to where he lay and knelt down and cradled his head, and to my horror my hand went completely into his skull. There was a very large hole where the back of his

 

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