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  1. Larry Speed
    December 30, 2023 @ 11:15 pm

    My luckiest day was March 3rd 1968 in Vietnam. I was the senior medic with Delta Company 1/503 of the 173d Airborne Brigade. Our company was on patrol along a jungle trail in the Centrai Highlands. Suddenly, we were ambushed and my company commander was shot in the leg. I had to crawl over our RTO to get to the wounded captain. Enemy automatic fire was coming in all around us to the point that it kicked dirt on us. After taking care of the wounded commander, I looked at the RTO, who was maybe 18 inches on my left flank. He had a terrible look in his eyes, but something was really odd about this this particular expression. More than being scared. We were all scared about the situation we walked into. 18 inches between me and our RTO was tall grass and weeds growing. Then I saw it, the weeds were disappearing just inches from our faces from automatic AK47 rifle fire. We couldn’t even fire back because our guys were forward fighting for their lives. It was later I realized that maybe just one or two degrees left or right from the NVA rifle fire and he would have taken out a medic or a RTO.

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