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One Day In Nam
By Anonymous (1996)
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This story was told to me by a friend. It is supposed
to be true but may be just bullshit. I think it really
happened myself. (F, asian, sn)
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The ambush happened just as we entered the vil[lage].
We were taken under fire from some huts that sat off to
one side and we returned the fires. As was usual for
such things it was short and sharp, a lot of bullets
flying, a few grenades and thumper [M-79 grenade
launcher] rounds and then it was quiet. Quiet except
for the cries and moans of the wounded that is.
We were lucky. Only a few nicks and scratches for us.
Charlie, for the VC, did not do so well. Looking back
they must have figured they were trapped and had
panicked. Some of the VC were smart, tough, and
experienced while others were dumber than dirt. This
bunch fell into the dirt category. We got a body count
of three KIA [killed in action] and another half dozen
WIA [ wounded in action] and a few probable hits. All
in all a nice little fight.
No matter how much we may have hated fighting Charlie
or his NVA cousins we always took care of their wounded
once the music stopped. Our Doc [ navy corpsman] went
from one to the next treating and bandaging wounds
while the radioman called in dustoff [a chopper
ambulance] to pick up the wounded. The last one he went
to help was a woman.
Yes the VC did have female fighters although they were
rare. Turned out this one was hard core and hard core
and had been faking it. As Doc walked up to her she
rolled over at the last second and shot him with a
pistol. Blew the hell out of his shoulder and damned
near killed him. Would have too except Doc was short
[almost at the end of his one year tour of duty] and
had good combat reflexes.
He dropped when he saw the weapon and thus avoided
taking the round dead center. Some of the rest of us
had good reflexes too. The damn bitch was hit three or
four times before the shooting stopped and now she was
really wounded instead of faking.
You have to understand the value a line doggy places on
the medics that we take into the field with us. We were
Marines and expected to kill and be killed. The medics
were squids [ Navy personal] and not really combat
personal. Most only carried a .45 as a last resort
weapon and never even fired it in anger. We all felt we
owed our lives to Doc or would one day.
These guys would walk through hell to save a downed
doggy and they also took care of us day to day. Things
like making sure we drank enough water and used the
purifying tablets in it before we drank. They were the
ones that went to the old man and demanded dry socks or
whatever else they thought we needed to stay healthy.
Anyway you get the idea.
Now we had this commie bitch who not only cheated and
fought when the fighting was over but had targeted Doc.
We were NOT in a forgiving mood. What happened next was
not something I’m proud of but things like it do
happen. Spend long enough in the bush while somebody
else tries to kill you with booby traps, pungi pits,
and all the nasty tricks chuck was so good at and your
mindset changes. You become less interested in doing
what is right and a lot more interested in payback. The
whore had broken the rules and it was payback time.
What happened was the only real atrocity I personally
saw U.S. troops commit during my time in country. Saw a
bunch done by almost every one else but only the one by
us. We stripped the bitch to make damn sure she didn’t
have any more nasty surprises for us. I don’t believe
she would have survived her wounds even if we had
medicvaced her but we had no intention of doing so.
We were all just kind of standing around watching her
bleed hoping to see her die when one of the older guys
just decided to help her along. We used to carry what
we called pop flares, a tube about two inches or so
across and a foot long. By unscrewing one end and then
screwing the top onto the other end and then banging
the closed end sharply you could launch a parachute
flare several hundred feet into the air. That he did
was to prepare one for use and as we watched he kicked
her legs apart and jammed the flare into her cunt as
far as it would go.
He looked at the rest of us for something, permission,
comments, suggestions, or what I’m not sure but none of
those watching said or did anything. He just look down
at her face and naked body [ and she wasn’t that old or
bad looking for a slope. No tits and a boys hips but
not bad at all] and told her he hoped she would burn
forever. With that he kicked the flare and it fired.
She grunted and tried to scream but could not. You
could see her body jump as the thing fired inside of
her and then it was still for a second. Her head rolled
to the side. White smoke leaked out of her mouth. Her
thin belly grew larger just before the magnesium burned
through her flesh.
We stood while her guts burned out. Then the flare was
finished. Somebody kicked her face in and a couple of
the men dragged the corpse over to the shitter and
dumped her in it. We got on line and left. For the rest
of my time over there I never heard any of the men that
took part ever talk about it. We heard others mention
it from time to time and somehow the story made it to
the Saigon commandos but it got twisted around until
nobody knew the truth.
Now you know exactly what happened. For the time and
place it seemed the thing to do. Now I just don’t know.
***
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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