July 23, 1970; 1145 hoursMortar rounds rained down on us continuously, starting at sunrise.
THIS Story MUST BE TOLD!.
We fought hard making our way through the thick haze of cordite smoke that was tearing up my eyes and burning my throat.
Then word came down that we were giving up the firebase.
THIS IS A Story OF FIRE-BASE Ripcord IN THE A SHAU VALLEY OF VIETNAM.
Colonel Lucas was killed instantly.
The last of our platoon fought valiantly, firing continuously in a rearward action, leapfrogging toward the LZ to get on one of the last choppers off of Ripcord.
It was if the Gates of Hell had opened to advertise that we were now open for business.
Sappers and a large number of enemy troops had penetrated our perimeter and had overrun the CP like a colony of angry, red army ants.
Rounds from the NVA\'s 51 caliber heavy machine guns and small arms fire from AK-47s were as constant as a swarm of bees flying past our heads, and eating up the hill around us.
RPG\'s, 75mm recoilless rounds joined in the endless phalanx.
But instead of hot lava rocks, they were hot pieces of shrapnel that whizzed by us in every direction.
Now those mortar rounds were erupting like little volcanoes.
We hadn\'t slept the previous night because the business of life and death were upon us.
July 23, 1970; 1145 hoursMortar rounds rained down on us continuously, starting at sunrise
