
Pa's Big Adventure Vietnam 1966-1971: A Series Of War Stories And Tales Of High Adventure
"Shoot" hollered Willie B. "Where" I screamed. "Shoot, Shoot". Screamed Willie B. Again. I clicked my rifle from safe to full auto and let it rip in the direction of the tracers from the other two guys. I fired one complete magazine. I had no idea what was happening. I changed magazines. I buried my face in the dirt attempting to make myself invisible. I was terrified. I lie there cowering by hidi...
Paperback: 498 pages
Publisher: iUniverse (February 20, 2014)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1491724862
ISBN-13: 978-1491724866
Product Dimensions: 6 x 1.2 x 9 inches
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“Complete and utter crap. The guys in his squad that were "killed" by the short round, not one of the names is listed on the Vietnam Memorial website. His Captain that was awarded the Medal of Honor, again no record of this man being given the award...”
g my face in the dirt. I had no idea what to do. "Shoot" screamed Willie B. again. My rifle had a bi-pod attached to the front of it as it was a select fire. (Semi or full auto). I extended the bi-pod and again ripped off full auto rounds. My hands and fingers were moving too slow. It was as if I was moving in slow motion. I couldn't make my hands move any faster. I kept shooting like the other two. At what, I had no idea. My heart was pumping ninety miles an hour. I heard firing erupt from the NDP then stop. A piece of hot brass hit me in the neck and went down my fatigue shirt burning the hell out of me. I kept firing and trying to shake the hot brass out of my shirt at the same time. I had fired six magazines before I noticed the other two had stopped firing. I errently touched the barrel of my rifle and got a burn that bubbled up the skin. We all lie still. My mouth was so dry, I couldn't swallow. I was shaking badly and couldn't catch my breath. Again, I buried my face in the dirt in a futile attempt to escape. I didn't like any of this. This wasn't at all like playing soldier in the back yard as a kid.
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