Ambush

[39mto39g]

Sitting in the middle of a triple canapy jungle at 2:30 in the morning, the rain seems like it is always falling on the leafs around you, you can hear every drop as it hits a leaf, thinking, Damn thats loud, Everything is muddy and wet, everything is full of bugs and water. The claymores are set with the trip Flares and you wait, you wait for someone or something in the wet darkness to set off a trip flare. As the flare goes off and the machine gun opens up, you think about the gas station that you and your buddies were at in your home town, explosions are going off and tracers are coming and going in all directions, and you think about the last time you were in a drag race at the place where you all ran your cars on saturday night. guys start getting hit and yelling out for help and you see NVA in the perimiter and still your thoughts are of a summer swim you and your friends had at a local creek. You fire, and fire, and fire, and it ends the only thing that is left is the pain of the guys that were hit. The rain is still falling and the silents is defining. I want to go home.

Ron

[Robert Ryan]

I rather set an ambush then walk into one, happened to many times in the Highlands, especailly the Mang Yang Pass. Ideal sites for ambushes there. Thanks to the 1/10 cav they were kept to a minimum.