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When I went to 'Nam' in 1969, I was attached to the 5th recon patrol of the 18th mountain division of the 212 Rat Patrol Garrison. I was only 6 yrs old, but knew that I wanted to be a marine.
They issued me a tactical .22 with a starlight scope, gave me some candy and sent me out into the 'Bush' I racked up 47 kills that first day...Charlie had never seen a tough 6 yr old and I shot em while they laughed. I had confirmed kills out to 16 miles from information beamed to me from a C-130 Gun ship, which I later flew on several missions into Laos, Cambodia and the Antarctic to quell the penguin uprising.
I was then issued a full size Garand and told to be a tunnel rat. It was tough maneuvering <sp> in a tunnell with a Garand, but I jut fixed the 3 foot long bayonet and went crawling. I killed over 300 charlie in one tunnel alone and ended up coming out on the mexican border, near Juarez. It was a long tunnel.
Well, I turned 7 in 1970 and that's when the S really hit the fan. I had to rescue a downed pilot. If I remember rightly, his call sign was Bat21. I flew in, using phone books on the seat of the plane, and landed in a rice patty. I pumped the tires up really full to use as flotation devices. I hopped out with my GE 50mm gatling gun and proceeded to lay down suppression fire, levelling trees <for the take-off, of course> I then ran to the downed pilot and helped him into the plane. Just then, Charlie came running up. I didnt hear them, cuz they were wearing sneakers. Converse, I think. I promptly mowed them down like mice in a thresher with my 50mm gatling gun.
Awww, my memories of 'Nam' Of course, since I was only 7, the CO would make me come back to base and take a nap or id be cranky.
True stories, really!