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Crossing streams
was a daily regimen, whether in the mountains or in the
lowlands. It also too often held surprises -- like the time we
stirred up a small crocodile. His thrashing made the water boil
and stopped a few hearts until we realized it was only four-feet
long and more afraid of us.
On this particular day, Kilo 3/9 was headed toward the ridge
line in the distance to check for the NVA soldiers who had hit
us with mortars the day before near Caloo. A couple of howitzers
at the firebase located at Caloo had routed the enemy with
"beehive" rounds. Now it was our turn to figure
whether or not there were any gooks still lurking about. We
found them later in the day and called in a pair of F-4 Phantoms
who finished them off.
(Please see Photo No. 13)
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