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Vietnam In order to comply with the directive to maintain a low profile during the upcoming Tet celebration, our mechanized infantry battalion had been ordered to set up in a position off Highway 15, the major road leading to the port city of Vung Tau. All offensive operations were also put on hold during this ceasefire period. And although few of us understood the significance of the Tet celebration in the Vietnamese culture, we were looking forward to some slack time. But such was not to be!

Shortly before sunset, a change of mission for the battalion immediately set in motion a series of actions that caused us to dismantle our defensive position, to load all concertina wire, engineer stakes, and other material, and head towards Long Binh, a huge logistical base northeast of Saigon. My platoon, the battalion Scouts, consisting of ten armored personnel carriers, upgraded to ACAV's, with gun shields around the .50 caliber MG, gun shields for side-mounted M60 MG's, and two APC's equipped with 106mm recoilless rifles. The Scouts were directed to a position south of Long Binh along the Highway 15, ready to respond to any calls from the battalion commander. The longest day of my life was about to begin.

The night progressed smoothly and without incident, with all of my tracks calling a negative situation report or SITREP until 0400 hours, when I monitored an excited voice from the Military Police in Saigon, who coincidentally shared our radio frequency. I heard that the VC had stolen two MP jeeps. The next obvious question that came to my mind was, "Just what the hell were VC doing in Saigon during this celebration?" From that time on, our net became a constant clutter of calls, all reporting various stages of street fighting in Saigon. Not long after this, I heard that the VC [only later did I learn that the enemy was regular North Vietnamese forces, not Viet Cong] were occupying positions inside the US Embassy, and that our troops were being lifted on to the roof to combat these forces.

Very shortly after the first light of dawn began to creep over the bamboo lining our particular sector of the highway, my platoon was ordered to move to the vicinity of the 90th Replacement Battalion, picking up the battalion command element enroute. As we arrived there, I monitored the transmission between Companies A and C, and the battalion commander, or Old Man. Turning around to verify the arrival of the trail track, I saw a huge ball of fire, preceded by a racing shock wave, erupting from the 3rd Ordnance Battalion Ammunition Supply Depot, about a mile to the east. Several more satchel charges, with attached timing devices, were later discovered within the depot area, and had it not been for the ineptitude of the NVA sappers, these charges could have done enormous damage.

As we continued to monitor the progress of the battles that involved all of the line companies, we were getting more and more excited, anxious and ready to assist our buddies. Not long afterwards, a medic drove his ambulance to our location, and begged us to give him some assistance with some casualties and others who were pinned down by the enemy. I tried to explain to him that I just couldn't follow him, as my orders came from my battalion commander. Just then, the voice of Panther 6, the Old Man, came over my radio, ordering me to move to the vicinity of II Field Forces Headquarters. The medic followed us to our new location, and continued to plead for assistance. I decided to ask the Old Man for permission to perform this rescue and relief mission, as the casualties and unit in question were close. He told me to detach two of my APC's to help secure the battalion tactical operations center, and then to proceed with the requested mission. With an affirmative answer from Panther 6 still ringing in my ear, we raced for Widows' Village. The longest day of my life was about to become extraordinarily more complicated.

As the medic pointed us in the direction of the beleaguered American unit, I counted four APC's on the edge of this small hamlet, with one sitting on the road blocking our entrance. At this time, I couldn't detect much incoming fire, and no outgoing friendly fire, but did notice several troops crouching beside the APC on our route. I dismounted my APC, and noticed that no one was in the track commander's (TC's) hatch, manning the .50 caliber MG, SOP during combat operations. Then I saw that the TC had been killed, and others in his squad were wounded, and trying to form a fighting position beside the disabled track. Calling for my medic to start treating the wounded, I hand-signaled my other tracks to start deploying into a line formation on either side of the disabled track, and to start counter-attacking the enemy forces before us.

Normally, when confronted with what appears to be superior firepower, fortified positions and a poor force ratio, I would call for indirect fire support, air strikes, or some form of combat equalizer or combat multiplier. The voice at Panther 33, our Net Control Station, informed me that all indirect fires were denied in this area due to the proximity of civilians. This denial of assistance was not a good sign, but we pressed on. The lack of indirect fire support was going to make this a very long and dangerous day. We began to move forward by fire and movement, with either side of the attacking line alternating their fire and running forward. Soon we reached a ditch line where sniper had been hiding and began a systematic elimination of their fighting effectiveness. It was at this early stage in what became the longest day of my military career that I encountered what was to become a series of miracles. I was walking back to my track to get more ammunition when I noticed movement in the ditch to my immediate left, at a distance of less than ten feet. I was under the mistaken impression that we had cleared and swept past this point, eliminating all enemy presence, and had paused to re-establish the skirmish line. In what seemed like a slow-motion process, an NVA soldier raised his AK-47, pointing it right at me. Without having to aim, I fired off a round, seeing it hit him in the chest; the only reaction from him was reflexive, as he fell back against the back of the ditch, and started aiming his weapon at me again. After two more well placed shots, he finally went to his reward, while at the same instant, another soldier, just to his left, started the exact same procedure. As I pulled the trigger to take him out, all I heard was the "click" indicating that the bolt was locked to the rear position, and I was out of ammo. Knowing that I didn't possibly have time to reload, I spun around in the classic pivot-kick that I had learned in Basic Combat Training, knocking the weapon out of his hands, and took him prisoner. Why I was spared, when I should have become a casualty, became the initial "Angel Tap" for me to start paying attention to greater and more important things that lay head in my life.

What we were up against soon became apparent: weapons ranged from AK-47's, heavy machine guns (.51 caliber), RPD light MG's, and rocket propelled grenades (RPG's). From the volume of fire we were receiving, I realized that this was not simply a small-unit ambush, the typical contact we usually encountered. This was a large force, at least company-sized, well organized, well entrenched, and about to overrun and annihilate the American unit we rescued, a mechanized rifle platoon was reduced to less than 15 combat-effective fighters. Their platoon leader was already gravely wounded, and the remaining warriors were fighting valiantly against overwhelming odds. Apparently, we showed up at the right moment!

After overrunning what were the enemy's outposts, we continued the attack through the village, only to encounter rolls of concertina wire that were strung along the limits of the
yards. Our textbook mounted and dismounted attack was about to come to a grinding halt, until some Scouts, SSG George Ottesen, SSG Junious Hayes, SSG Robert Mutchler, SP4 Ray Rehfeldt and SP4 Bill McCaskill, without direction or orders from me, low-crawled through incoming fire, wire cutters in hand, and created openings for our ACAV's. While this wire clearing operations was taking place, the grenadiers continued to place a high volume of fire on suspected or confirmed enemy locations. Our .50 caliber MG's and M-60's continued to provide suppressing fires to protect our wire cutters. As the fire became more intense and effective, a Vietnamese woman with two small children suddenly appeared, directly to our front, on the dirt road that ran between two rows of houses. Obviously, she was in a state of panic, insure of where to go to avoid being killed. Friendly fires instanteously were re-directed away from her area. I shouted for her to come forward to safety, assuming she could understand me or even hear me, but her fear held her back. In order to remove them from the danger are, I ran forward and carried them to safety behind one of the APC's. As I was carrying her and her two children back to a safe place, I heard the crack of small arms all around me, and saw the dirt kicked up to either side of us as bullets came near. I was aware at that time of the presence of a "blue veil" that had enveloped me, although I was not certain when this Divine Protection first was made known to me. Only much later did I realize that I had been the direct recipient of a genuine miracle. As long as that "blue veil" was surrounding me, as it appeared to do from head to foot, no harm could come to me, or to those around me in the immediate proximity. Nor could I do any wrong, or say any wrong. I don't recall even having the ability to curse at the time, which certainly would have seemed to be the soldier's prerogative, considering the circumstances in which I found myself. The gift of Grace, in a very active sense, became the wellspring of my realization of other miracles that have subsequently occurred in my life, and the absolute certainty that other miracles will occur in the future. When the woman and her two children were secure, we renewed the attack, crushing several hootches along the way, thereby denying their use to the enemy. All resistance on this sweep was eliminated, and another sweep was begun. On the second sweep, several more prisoners were taken, and more weapons and equipment was seized. I returned to my track, wanting desperately to have some time to regroup my thoughts, to plan for the next phase, and maybe to have a quick smoke. Instead of the calm I was seeking, I found confusion, fear, and my driver, SP4 Danny Lawless, holding the near-lifeless body of SP4 Charles Kronberg. During my absence while leading the just completed assault, Kronberg had climbed into the cupola of my APC, and began to fire the .50 caliber MG to cover our movement in the attack. Chuck had been shot in the head, and my medic, SP4 Paul Keener and Lawless were fighting desperately to save his life. I saw the gaping would in the back of this had and the patches of black blood, and walked away in sickness that such a fine your man died in the nondescript place of "Widows' Village." His eyes were already glazed over in the "death stare," and I had to turn away. And I recall the look of total helplessness in the eyes of Lawless, who had been a close friend of Chuck's, eyes that pleaded for me to do something. My sense of helplessness was the realization that there was nothing I could for Chuck. But this was not the time for tears, melancholy or despair, as a variety of snipers was still bringing us under fire.

At one point during the day, we were attempting to sort out the enemy wounded form the prisoners, and to prepare for the next phase of the operation. During this lull in the action, I directed my medics to start treating the wounded POW's. I had heard that the NVA had propagandized their troops into believing that, if captured, the Americans would torture and maim them beyond belief. As "Doc" Keener opened his aid bag, exposing the neatly arranged surgical instruments, I could see the look of pure panic in the eyes of the POW's. But then Keener gently cut the torn and bloody sleeve away of the first one, so that he could dress the wound, the look of terror was slowly replaced by one of relief and gratitude. Shortly after this triage session, a group of MP's, to include a captain, a sergeant and two specialists, arrived on what appeared to be a tourist ride; they sat in their jeep, taking pictures, and acting like a bunch of tourists on vacation. One of the wounded enemy soldiers was pulled out of a nearby pipe culvert, and still not convinced that he would be better off as a prisoner, pulled the string on the "potato masher" Chi-Com grenade, thereby activating the trigger mechanism, and tossed it in the general vicinity of some of my Scouts. When one of my men saw this, he yelled, "Grenade!" and everybody hit the ground, the safest place to be in an instant like this. After the smoke and dust cleared from this grenade, which did no harm to any of my Scouts, one of the MP's took his weapon, flipped the switch to full automatic, and fired off a full magazine in the general direction of the now disarmed NVA soldier, missing him completely, but hitting PFC Richard Veilbaum, a newly arrived Scout, in the neck, killing him almost instantly. I arrived on the scene about two minutes after this act of complete stupidity had occurred, and been over in another part of the village coordinating the actions of the supporting attack. One of my Scouts, Bill McCaskill, told me what had happened, and seeing the absolute white rage that was surrounding him and my other troops, I told the MP captain that his safety in my area could only be guaranteed for the next fifteen seconds, as at least five .50 caliber MG's, and other weaponry were pointed in his direction. To his everlasting credit, the captain and his sorry bunch of MP's quickly departed, thereby avoiding what might have been yet another senseless tragedy.

Later that morning, I noticed two gun ships continually circling our position. We were still in heavy contact with the NVA, and I knew that this firepower, if available, would help us break the fierce resistance we were encountering. These were Cobras, and I had never seen them employed in a fire mission before, as they had only recently arrived in country. Since I didn't have either their call sign or radio frequency, I resorted to simple hand-and-arm signals to direct them to where they were needed. Despite the incoming fire, I decided to stand on top of APC, and pulled on my collar, pointing that I was the ranking man on the ground. I saw the command pilot of the lead ship nod his head in agreement, as he made another orbit around our position. On his second pass, I pointed down a row of houses that I wanted him to fire upon, then drew my finger across my throat, to signify slicing, and he nodded agreement again. On the third pass, the firing began, with the automatic grenade launcher and miniguns making a powerful statement of newly arrive military technology, which I appreciated by getting off the top of my APC. Following several gun runs, we swept through that portion of the village, counting more enemy dead, gathering more weapons and equipment. Two hours later, as we were replenishing our ammo supplies, I noticed a stranger walking up to my APC, a short pudgy man wearing a flight suit, a .38 caliber slung like Wyatt Earp, and a brand new camouflage cover on his steel pot, complete with "bird" colonel. Naturally, I saluted smartly as a lieutenant does not encounter a full colonel everyday. Rather cockily he asked, "How did you like the gunship support this morning?" I automatically assumed that he was the lead pilot, and hastily replied, "Right on target, sir!" Then I asked him if he had any trouble understanding my hand-and-arm signals. "Hell no, lieutenant, I knew exactly what you meant!" My follow-on question was more important: in the event I need him again, what was his call sign and radio frequency? "Checkmate 44, on FM 62.25." Names and numbers forever burned into my psyche.

By now, everyone had replenished their supply of ammo, so I dismounted my APC one more time to direct the final assault in Widows' Village. I wanted to mass the fires of our .50 caliber MG's, the M-60 MG's, M-79 grenade launchers, and anything else I could deliver in this assault to permanently rid Widows' Village of the NVA. We were not able to find any ammo for our recoilless rifles, or to secure any indirect fire support, so our attack would only involve our organic weaponry. I had already coordinated this final push with elements of the 4th Battalion, 39th Infantry, who had been airlifted into a position on our far left flank, and they were prepared for my signal to begin. All eight of my ACAV's, plus the two APC's from 1st Platoon, Co. B, were positioned in a line formation, with dismounted troops in between them. On my pre-arranged signal, all weapons roared into action, spewing suppressing fire, death and destruction to any NVA still hiding in ditches, bushes, hootches, or rubble. In less than 10 minutes, all resistance was crushed; we consolidated our position, and prepared for the next mission from Panther 6. Walking back to my track through a part of the village, I encountered enemy dead and wounded, casualties of either our ground fire or that of the helicopter gun ships I had called in earlier. One NVA soldier in particular was a recipient of the gun ship's power, having been blown in two pieces, with the upper part of his torso separated by about fifteen feet from what was left of him. The stench of blood, shit, fear, dirt, gunpowder, and a few dozen other elements was almost enough to make me wretch. By this time, several ambulances and some cooperative MP's had arrived, and relieved us of the burden and responsibility of treating and securing the30+ prisoners of war that we had taken.

After clearing Widows' Village of all NVA my platoon was ordered to assist our Company C, who had been in heavy contact with NVA forces around Bien Hoa Air Base. To get there, we had to go through Ho Nai village, a cluster of tightly packed shops, stores and hootches along Highway 1. This village was predominately Roman Catholic, being made up of refugees from North Vietnam who had fled south to avoid the religious persecution of the communists. I had failed to comprehend the depth of the infiltration of the NVA, or their respective strength in the area. Before all eight of my tracks could clear the village, we were caught in a murderous ambush that cut my platoon into three groups, each confronting its own numerically superior enemy force. Our mission to assist Charlie Company was now replaced by a more urgent mission of extricating ourselves from this kill zone. Per SOP, we stopped in a herringbone pattern to provide as much interlocking and mutually supporting fires as possible. In the front group, McCaskill and Lawless quickly dismounted an M-60 MG to establish a security element to our exposed left front. They successfully thwarted several attempts by the enemy to flank us and to infiltrate our position. Radio calls from other tracks told me the rest of the story, with casualty reports, current situation, and calls for assistance. In the lead element, our situation stabilized with the heroic actions of McCaskill and Lawless, while Keener was maneuvering to assist the middle element. In a crouching run, carrying his aid bag and his M-16, Keener had almost made it to a semi-secure location to treat casualties in the middle group when he took an AK-47 round in the right temple side of his helmet. Sprawled on the highway in front of the Catholic church, Keener lay bleeding, and having seen him get hit, I thought he was dead, until I heard his cursing like a man possessed! I low-crawled to his location, and dragged him back to my APC where we applied two individual wound dressings to his severe head wound. Meanwhile, in the rearmost section of my platoon, MAJ Ray Funderburk, the 9th Infantry Division Public Affairs Officer, was recording more heroic actions in sight and sound. Funderburk, who had linked up with us in Widows' Village, had hitched a ride with us after hearing of our exploits there. Taking charge of the situation, Funderburk directed the fires of the Scouts to the various MG nests, RPG sites, and other enemy positions that were threatening to overrun his small force. SSG Robert Schultz had dismounted his APC to charge a MG team that was placing deadly fire on a disabled track; after successfully eliminating this threat, Schultz charged another MG nest, throwing hand grenades and firing a captured AK-47, falling mortally wounded after destroying this second threat. Meanwhile, SP4 Lee Wilson spotted an RPG site that was firing on another APC, and calming standing in the middle of Highway 1, with bullets and RPG's landing all around him, fired a Light, Anti-Armor, Wire-guided weapon (LAW) into the exact location of the RPG team, sending them to their reward.

Fighting house-to-house, we were able to successfully link up with the middle element, retrieved and treated the wounded, and tried for a Dust-Off mission. When the Medevac copter was on final approach, I ordered him out of our area, as he was taking intense ground fire from other enemy positions, and I didn't need four more casualties to add to what I already had. We continued our extraction process, linking up with the trail element in preparation to executing an assault on the remaining RPG nest. A call to Checkmate 44 brought two gun ships, old, reliable Huey B models, to provide us some suppressive fires. Directing them to the target, this time with radio contact, we witnessed the devastating effect of a full load of 2.75" rockets from both gun ships, utterly destroying the yellow two-story house. Complying with the directives of Panther 6, we raced to his location to rejoin other elements of the Battalion, and to secure treatment for our wounded.

After reaching the battalion location and getting the wounded to the Aid Station, I started checking on the remainder of my warriors. It was only at this time that I was told that SSG Schultz had been killed, and was still in the village of Ho Nai. I could only begin to feel the lose of this fine young hero, as he had been a recent and very welcome addition to my platoon, and the old-timers respected and admired his professionalism, sense of humor, and complete devotion to his subordinates. I reported the TOC, and told them that I was going back to Ho Nai to retrieve his body. At this point, I was crying, partly from a sense of rage of having any of my men killed, partly for a plea for relief, and partly because I just didn't know how else to deal with the insanity that I had just witnessed. Panther 6, not known to be the most affectionate person in the world, knew exactly what to do, grabbed and hugged me, letting me sob unashamedly. He told me that it would serve no useful purpose to expose my men to further harm at that time, that he understood the need to go back there, but that I would return to Ho Nai the next morning, and that was an order.

The following morning, we slowly walked down the middle of Highway 1, the road we had driven down the day before, right into the longest ambush I had ever encountered. We met several civilians who had returned to their village, still warning us of "beaucoup VC," but we did not meet any resistance. There were several dead NVA lying beside the road, indications that the surviving enemy forces left in a hurry, as they normally extracted their dead with them. About one-half mile into the village form our start point, we found the body of SSG Schultz, which had been carried out from the interior of the village where he had fallen, by some Vietnamese Catholic nuns, whose church was right across the street. The most beautiful lace handkerchief had been placed over his face, and I called for my track to come forward, so he could have his final ride as a real Scout.

Afterward: An examination of documents related to Enemy Order of Battle reveals that the unit the Scout Platoon and other elements of the 2nd Battalion, 47th Infantry (Mechanized), encountered was a battalion (augmented) of the 88th NVA Regiment. Their regimental battle flag is now in the proud possession Bill McCaskill.

For actions in Widows' Village and later in the village of Ho Nai, the Scout platoon consisting of 40 Scouts and 2 attached Medics, were awarded three (3) Distinguished Service Crosses, six (6) Silver Stars, and twenty-two (22) Bronze Star Medals with "V" device, and more than twenty (20) Purple Hearts. The Scouts suffered three (3) KIA, four (4) WIA serious enough to be Medevaced Stateside, while other walking wounded remained with the unit. Officially, the Scouts were credited with 77 enemy KIA and 22 POW's; a more accurate tally, including actions in the village of Ho Nai, raised this total to 110 KIA and 33 POW's.

The first American unit in Widows' Village was the 1st Platoon, Company B, 2-47th Inf (Mech), 9th Inf Div. Their valiant defense of a totally untenable position allowed time for their relief and rescue, and in all likelihood, prevented or delayed an enemy assault on II Field Forces Headquarters, directly across the street from Widows' Village.

Note: by 1LT Brice H. Barnes, HHC, 2-47th Inf (Mech), 9th Inf Div


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Re: Battle for Widows
by Anonymous
on Jan 25, 2004

Thanks...


Re: Battle for Widows
by Anonymous
on Jan 25, 2004
Brice,
A most compelling narative,to be sure.Thank you for sharing.
I was reminded of another great warrior by the name of Crazy Horse,as he also was enveloped by a Veil of Grace in battle.You`re in some fine company..

Peace,Griz

Re: Battle for Widows
by chilidog
on Jan 26, 2004

Thank you Brice, that was great. Scouts Out !!


Re: Battle for Widows
by Anonymous
on Jan 31, 2004

Brice, a long day for sure. This is a great narrative of your unit's action that day but, more importantly, a testimony and recording of your men's individual heroisms. Thanks for sharing and making us aware of these brave men, and keeping their memories alive.


Re: Battle for Widows
by SEATJERKER
on Jan 31, 2004
Tom,
thanks for taking the time to read it! I know it's long, but there was so much to say, so many men to recognize, so many deeds of uncommon valor, that today is a different type of "Thanksgiving Day" for me. Just got through sending an email to those Scouts with whom I've been in contact througout the years. Hopefully, in the late Spring/early Summer, we'll be honoring another at Ft. Benning, with an award he was given but never presented. Will have more on this later, hopefully with photos to post!
Scouts Out!!
Brice


Re: Battle for Widows
by
on Feb 02, 2004
COL...have heard rumblings and rumors of your actions for a few years now and after having read them I have no words great enough to express my feelings. You and your Scouts are true heros and I am honored to have met you if only through cyber space. Thank you and Welcome home!

Trav

Re: Battle for Widows
by SEATJERKER
on Feb 03, 2004
Trav,
To express my gratitude for all that read and commented on my article, I'm trying to respond individually; and due to a severe lack of 'puter skills, sometimes I thank the same person twice! If this applies to you, kindly allow for a senior moment or two! I'm honored that you read it, and all the more so that you commented favorably! My men then, as they are today, are very special to me, and I hope that sentiment came across in my article. I was blessed beyond comprehension with such warriors.
Brice

Re: Battle for Widows
by
on Feb 03, 2004
COL...To think anything but the highest of those men would be absolutely crimminal. I think you expressed you feelings just fine. A true "Band of Brothers" following a great leader. Again, thank you and "Welcome Home!"

Trav

Re: Battle for Widows
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on Feb 23, 2004

Brice, I have been by the places you described several times. If I remember correctly there was a Shell service station on the road next to Ho Nai. I was at the 90th Rpl Dpt. several times. It was also a transient place for people traveling from Long Binh. I don't know if you know this but the troubles of that village weren't over. The next year at Tet they expected another big offensive so they moved a bunch of the Cav down to the Long Binh area and that included my company. We set up in an old 101st Airborne replacement center. They had been moved to I Corps in November 68 when the Cav moved to III Corps. Some of our guys had ambushed a small party of NVA and found out they had captured the XO and Sgt Major of an NV regiment. They brought them to our company where our interpreter interrogated them. It took no coercion at all for them to spill their guts. They showed on a map where they planned to infiltrate back into Ho Nai and hit that end of the Bien Hoa air base. The village was roughly at the end of the runway. There was a depression that led to the village and that was the way they were to come. Sure enough, here they came on schedule. The entire village was surrounded with tanks and APC's and they were told to surrender. They didn't. We were up on a kind of hill about a mile away and watched the show. Gunship's, F-100's, and others were stacked over the village waiting their turn to descend and spray. It didn't take long until it got very quiet down there. There were well over 100 enemy killed.


Re: Battle for Widows
by SEATJERKER
on Feb 23, 2004
Wow!! You write with authority, style, and a sense of urgency that I wish there had been more! Thanks for reading my stuff, and more importantly, being able to relate to the area and to the future scenes you described so well. Guess Charlie (or since we had killed most of the Viet Cong by that time, there weren't any more "Charlies", so maybe we'll call them "Norberts" for NVA, hadn't learned much from the last lesson. I kinda remember that route you described, having walked it several times, and I could see why the bad guys would try to use it as an infiltration route; but once their plan was coopted, I'da tried a differenct tactic!! You guys done good!
Brice

Re: Battle for Widows
by
on Feb 23, 2004
I was with a bunch of raggedy ass mecics that merely watched the courage of others. We were very proud of our grunts, though. One of the most thrilling sights I ever saw was the Third Brigade CAing out of Bien Hoa. It went on for hours, our guys heading out in hundreds of choppers right over our heads, feet dangling out of the choppers as they waved at us or gave the peace sign.

Same with you. I guess what impresses me most is how much effort you made to save others. You had both the heart of a warrior and the heart of a medic. I had always thought the two were contadictory. Not really, what they had in common was heart. God bless you.

Re: Battle for Widows
by SEATJERKER
on Feb 24, 2004
Doc,
To be elevated to the position of having the heart of a medic is quite an honor, he said, head swelling up even more! In addition to all my other troops, I was blessed with some of the finest medics Ft. Sam ever produced, guys who were absolutely fearless. Doc Keener was bookin' over to 22 track to aid them when he got hit - 22 track, driven by "Jesus Saves" Smith, had taken an RPG, and crashed into a rather stout structure right there in Ho Nai. All of the onboard guys were hurt either from the crash, or from the rpg, and Doc was there to fix them up, after I patched his head!

And thank you for the Blessing! And may it be reciprocated! May I also pass on that my God has blessed me the past, blesses me today, and will bless me tomorrow! And He is there for you as well!

Re: Battle for Widows
by SEATJERKER
on Feb 24, 2004
Trav,
Come to think of it, when a man is blessed with a group of warriors and medics, who genuinely care about each other, who possess good soldierly skills, and who have a passion for doing the right thing, it's easy leading them into even really nasty situations. And I was so blessed.
thanks, and welcome home!
Brice

Re: Battle for Widows
by Anonymous
on Mar 01, 2007
Brice, I have a very special reason to thank you for your service. I was the HQ Co. CO of the 79th Engr Gp across the street from Widows' Village. The gate went right through my company area. We HQ troops would not have been able to withstand the assualt of the NVA unit had they been able to come across the highway. I am quite certain that I owe my life to the bravery of you, your unit, the Cobras and other units involved.

Like you, I had an encounter with God that day that took a few years to grab hold of me but it has changed my life.

The preceeding posts are pretty old and I suppose you'll not get to see this post but, believe me, I am grateful to you and your men. Especially to those brave soldiers that gave their lives.

If you care to email me I will send you my observations from across the highway.

Roger Ballou

Re: Battle for Widows
by Anonymous
on Mar 06, 2007

Thank you Brice for the account of your units action that day 39 years ago, which is as vivid for me as if it were yesterday. I was the XO of the 66th Engineer Company and the gate to our compund was directly across from the widows village. The action for us started at 3:00 am with a rocket attack and ended with the Cobras firing over our hoochs as they attacked the village. In between I remember the ammo dump exploding, the grenade out of the culvert and various times in the morning when we came under direct fire. Luckly Route one was a raised berm at our end of the Long Binh Station post and the ground ran away from the road so most rounds went high. Thank you for your leadership and professionalism and the bravery of you and your men. I have no doubt things would have gone differently if you and your unit had not been there. Skip Skolgund


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1944: Lt. General Joseph Stilwell is recalled from China by president Franklin Roosevelt.

1950: The First Turkish Brigade arrives in Korea to assist the U.N. forces fighting there.

1950: The ROK Capital Division occupied the East Coast ports of Hamhung and Hungnam.