In 1967 a new CO ,Capt Tom Vesser arrived in our camp to replace the old CO. Upon arrival he asked for a survey of the areas surround our camp. There was a very large hill behind the camp which I estimate was 1/2 mile from our A-Team. I estimate 700 or more feet high. Capt Vesser asked me to accompany him with a small group of yards and climb to the top of the hill to view what our local enemies were seeing. As we climbed the steep grassy hill , about 1/2 way up the good Capt Vesser started sneezing and coughing to the point where he fell to his knees , rolled on his back and began choking ........
I had no idea what his problem was other then he was choking so bad he he was having a difficult time breathing. This was a one day mission and so all I was carrying was my carbine and ammo and canteen and one big Western Buoy knife with a 12 inch blade. The Capt appeared to be worsening and continued to gag . After what appeared to be a minute I decided that I was going to have to do a something. Not having a smaller knife with me I startled the Capt and pulled out that big Bowie knife and started feeling around his throat.
He looked up and his eyes widened in fear, and he stopped gagging and began pushing me away..and started breathing. He asked me if I was really going to cut him with that big knife and I answered " Yes, sir".
He started breathing real fine after that,
got up and we continued our climb