Regis Murphy Jr and reconnaissance platoon, Nha Trang, 1965
Suddenly, I noticed the stillness of the place and I felt my heart begin to pound. Perhaps it was intuition, for a moment later the man immediately behind me fired a shot which caused me to jump into the ditch alongside our trail, just missing a punji pit! As I turned to look around my eyes looked directly into the eyes of a dead man “looking” back at me! The man had a small hole just under his left eye with just a small drop of blood flowing from it. His weapon, an American made thirty caliber carbine, was pointing right at me.
Just before all Hell broke out going uphill at Dien Khanh
Fires after initial contact with the enemy, at the cornfield
The story of combat and survival is intense. The author writes with uncommon candor that relays the dense mixture of emotions dealt with while reacting with speed and confidence to unimaginable and deadly situations.
