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Read the daily report.
Benny M Benton had the knee click for perfect cadence, obviously needed.
When I left for the north I ended up at the airfield just west of the Citadel. Pure VFR and no one willing to pretend ATC was there. Two VNAF O1s collided, one on short final, the other on high base turning final. Tower had cleared both while reading; a Playboy possibly. Two dragonflies mating noisily then bouncing and suddenly awakened tower giving good imitation of a shriek of my name.
No fatalities, a couple cuts and an immediate 100% adherence to procedure. VNAF who disdained helmets started wearing them in the crappers and tower taught himself a good lesson.
The ramp was PSP and had mounds of sand we needed to clear. There were probably twenty VC or NVA underneath with bags of ready to go satchel charges mixed in the goo and bone. The charges were maybe four ounces of C4 with a friction fuse attached to a wrist loop and wrapped in palm leaf. Clever people these Viet Nam fellows.
We separated sand, bones, goo, and bombs. Burned the first three and blew the rest in a trench. We had gotten a stick of TNT and blasting cap and fuse off various AVN. Since I had spent time reading Field Manuals I got to pile satchel charges in the trench, squeeze the cap onto the fuse behind my rump, fire the fuse and book, wait twenty minutes to peak over to see the cold match, light it better and run.
I had spent an hour doing mouth to mouth to a dead guy a month before basic.
Thought you would like to know.