Jan 20, 1968
A 5 man Arvn patrol went right passed us and into the woods 75 yards in front of us.
Cooked some C's, wrote a letter to mom and played some cards. We got to get out of this place played on the 8 track and we were set to die. Prayers were said, letters wrote, promises made, and we wait. Claymore generator in hand, peek around sandbag into the dimly lit open area in front, not a sound, not a movement, breathing got to be loud.
scared, but once you make peace with that it ain't so bad, it turns boring.
Ron
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