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SEEMED that my luck was still holding out because as we arrived at Tay
Ninh we were informed that the enemy had mortared their position the previous
night. We stayed at this perimeter only one night without incident, but
after we moved out to what was to become the largest operation of the
war at that time, we got word that Tay Ninh was hit again by enemy action.
Not
only did one have to contend with heat, humidity, elephant grass, and
the enemy, but in the jungle there were thorn bushes of sorts that we
would refer to as "wait-a-minute" bushes. They were bamboo thorn
bushes that resembled a hack saw blade. If you were unlucky enough to
encounter it, you would have to reverse your course to free yourself.
If that wasn't bad enough, there were the ever-present large red ants:
they were so large, I was convinced they lived on gunpowder.
Since
this book has to do mostly with friendly forces, and how they acted and
reacted to rapidly changing phases of the battle, I felt I should inject
a portion from the enemy's perspective.
We
learned some things to throw the enemy off and keep him from finding out
how many casualties he might be inflicting on us. One such tactic was
to call out the medic's name, instead of using the word "MEDIC"
since they became accustomed to that medical term.
It
was revealed through an interpreter that one of the Viet Cong who had
participated in the assault was Rifleman Van Khrak of the 272nd Viet Cong
Regiment. The following was his experience:
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