|Ben the plunderer writes..
Bong Son 1966
...Central Highlands A-227...Demo man .SP-4 Mike Berry asked me to
help, the jr. Medic in the camp to him blow a large assortment of dud
ammo , mainly 4.2 mortar rounds and miscellaneous explosives that he
had assembled in a large pile off beside the end of our runway
in Bong Son. Being a Medic I was eager to play with firecrackers and
larger explosives and cross train in explosives ....we drove our large
duce and a half over to the bad ammo dump and wrapped det chord
and some sticks of C-4 around everything and after looking around
and seeing no one around we lit a 5 min fuse and jumped into the
truck and drove about 200 yards away and go out and hid behind
the heavy truck tires.........
We watched the runway and the pile of explosives and just waited
for things to blow when Montagnard farmer walked out of the bushes
an started walking across the red dirt runway carrying a huge stack
of Bamboo on his back ....We yelled at him waving our arms , we
jumped up and down, we fell on the ground to demonstrate our
demands. , yelling Dung Li, and tried everything to get his
attention....He saw, but continued to walk to the stack of dud ammo
that was about to blow...
In desperation I pulled a small useless 25. cal. Beretta out of my
pocket that I had smuggled into Vietnam in a can of pipe tobacco, and
carefully tried to kick up dust in front of him ...at 200 yards a 25
cal. round is about as accurate as a closing your eyes and throwing
a rock....I emptied the magazine kicking up little puffs of dust
across the runway in front of him and at last when he was in the
center of the runway and perhaps 100 yd. from the dud stack of ammo
with the fuse burning and close to setting of the C-4 and
exploding everything he finally got the idea that we trying him to
get him to lay down fast.
As soon as he hit the ground it seemed like the world blew
up!....Red dust and rocks were falling down all over the place The
heavy smell of cordite and acrid smoke blew in our direction. We
blew the windshield out of the truck and had shrapnel everywhere
was sure we had probably killed the hapless farmer.
.Suddenly ....The farmer got up with his tied bamboo and continued
his journey across the runway as if nothing happened...Mike
looked at me and asked..."Do you suppose we used to much explosive
to blow up all of that stuffs ?" I looked at him...and said..."Nope! It
looks like we blew things up real nice."..We drove back to camp
and got out of the truck parked near the other trucks in the
compound and went and had a beer in the team house as we agreed
to change our story and say ..naa we used a different truck...What
happened to that other one ?.