3\9, 3rd Marine Division, Lima Co
As a 60 mike mike gunner with 3/9 Lima Co., myself and one main ammo runner slept back to back at the gun pit. One of us was awake at all times because occasional we would drop a round on any ravine leading up to the mountain top. That call was made by the Captain down through the Lieutenant to our leader. The leader of our 60mm gun usually stayed close to the CP and radio operator. He would bring us firing orders so we had to be ready to react. Sometimes the "bird dogs" outside the perimeter line would hear NVA movement and would call for 60mm support through the CP radio. Those guys were thanking us often because they were scared and rightfully so. I often asked if I did any good and they would respond that they only found blood, feet, or hands and no bodies. The NVA always seemed to drag their dead away when possible. I would often get mad when humping all day up and down the mountainous jungle carrying the gun and plate and see 60mm canisters dropped by the trail by the riflemen of the different squads. We often carried over a hundred pounds of water, c-rats, ammo, rifles, and 60mm rounds. I also carried a 45 pistol in a leather holster along with my back pack which weighted almost as much as I did along with two 60mm rounds, one phosphorus and one (he) high explosive. I relied on the ammo runners to gather what was needed from the riflemen. I remember just about every place you identified in your book. They were good and bad memories with each place. I thought I'd seen all the death and destruction as a Marine but I became a Texas State Trooper, Texas Ranger and Captain of the Criminal Intelligence Service, Texas DPS and saw enough more death to last a life time. You brought back a lot of memories with your book. I went through a lot of what you described at the end of your book but not back to Vietnam. I do not think I could ever do that. Good read!