Just like the Cobras.  Christmas Eve, a snake hovered above a tree line and
expended, allowing 12 of us to break out from an L-shaped ambush.

Just like the War Wagons.  April 1, 1969, pilot (?) and door gunner (Don
Kargel) landed inside a tree line to pick me up after a box ov VC homemade
grenades (7 out of 9) blew up in my hands.  I still have my life and left leg
thanks to that one.

I remember listening to radio traffic when Tasker and Brophy were lost, angered that they would not insert us, while the grunts watched form their APC's.

I had breakfast with Grose the morning he left on his fatal mission and went in on the body recovery.  We had to cool his and pilot's bodies with fire extinguishers before we could body bag them.
Chickenman almost got us killed on the ground that day. ( Never could understand how Bropher could tolerate him.)

Hope this sheds lite on a few of the Doughboy casualties.

Regards, Jim Flynn