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At two o’clock in the morning, the black sky held a double edge sword for the SEAL
team as their boat glided through still waters toward a thick jungle hiding their enemy.
The full moon was both friend and foe as its illumination clearly exposed the intruders
on the canal; yet it also offered them splintered glimpses of light once they were in the
jaws of the dense and sharp foliage on shore; foliage besieged by Agent Orange. Seven
Navy Commandos and a Kit Carson Scout felt the hull of the Light SEAL Support
Craft, LSSC, slide to a stop on the muddy bank, and they disembarked in stealth
mode. Two Special Boat Squadron sailors remained to back the boat quietly away
from the bank, and spinning the vessel 180 degrees, they vanished silently into the
night.
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team as their boat glided through still waters toward a thick jungle hiding their enemy.
The full moon was both friend and foe as its illumination clearly exposed the intruders
on the canal; yet it also offered them splintered glimpses of light once they were in the
jaws of the dense and sharp foliage on shore; foliage besieged by Agent Orange. Seven
Navy Commandos and a Kit Carson Scout felt the hull of the Light SEAL Support
Craft, LSSC, slide to a stop on the muddy bank, and they disembarked in stealth
mode. Two Special Boat Squadron sailors remained to back the boat quietly away
from the bank, and spinning the vessel 180 degrees, they vanished silently into the
night.
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Some of the SEALs left to execute that night’s operation wore tennis
shoes. Some wore moccasins and others tread lightly in bare feet. None
wore jungle boots. Guided by his sixth sense, Animal, the point man,
began methodically scouring the jungle for booby traps while Woods,
the Team Leader, Joshua and the others moved closely behind him.
Camouflaged in tiger-striped fatigues and face paint, they gave the
illusion of foliage ghosts, the mystical part of the dense forestry that
moved in ancient folklore. One with the thicket and trees engulfing
them, their trek had to be slow, appearing like a mirage in the desert.
Did that bush just rustle, or am I imagining it?
Seemingly their legs and feet never moved, leaving nothing disturbed as
they continued in their pursuit of the enemy.
shoes. Some wore moccasins and others tread lightly in bare feet. None
wore jungle boots. Guided by his sixth sense, Animal, the point man,
began methodically scouring the jungle for booby traps while Woods,
the Team Leader, Joshua and the others moved closely behind him.
Camouflaged in tiger-striped fatigues and face paint, they gave the
illusion of foliage ghosts, the mystical part of the dense forestry that
moved in ancient folklore. One with the thicket and trees engulfing
them, their trek had to be slow, appearing like a mirage in the desert.
Did that bush just rustle, or am I imagining it?
Seemingly their legs and feet never moved, leaving nothing disturbed as
they continued in their pursuit of the enemy.
Lying dangerously close to their vulnerable ankles and calves, a pit viper felt the vibration of their motion
and turned its head quickly to investigate the intrusion. Smaller jungle creatures and insects grew somewhat
quieter as Animal slowly glided on. Even the snake lost its opportunity to strike and retreated, albeit still
wary.
Yet it did not end there. NVA and VC combinations began erupting from all sides, and Woods broke the
radio silence to call for help.
“Iron Hat, Scorpion One! Scramble Seawolves!”
They were all below the flight deck, playing cards, listening to rock music, smoking and drinking colas
when the scramble bells rang loud over the P.A. system.
“Scramble the helos! Scramble the helos! Scramble the helos!”
“Here we go,” Robert mumbled. He dropped his cards and ran for the ladder leading up to the flight deck -
and his M-60
and turned its head quickly to investigate the intrusion. Smaller jungle creatures and insects grew somewhat
quieter as Animal slowly glided on. Even the snake lost its opportunity to strike and retreated, albeit still
wary.
Yet it did not end there. NVA and VC combinations began erupting from all sides, and Woods broke the
radio silence to call for help.
“Iron Hat, Scorpion One! Scramble Seawolves!”
They were all below the flight deck, playing cards, listening to rock music, smoking and drinking colas
when the scramble bells rang loud over the P.A. system.
“Scramble the helos! Scramble the helos! Scramble the helos!”
“Here we go,” Robert mumbled. He dropped his cards and ran for the ladder leading up to the flight deck -
and his M-60
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