Originally Posted by stash247
We walk up to a ten to twelve year old boy, now face down, and Gooddeal cuts the back of the field jacket in two; 38 pounds of two pound D-Blocks, detcord, caps, and clacker; I've been less than 60 days, 'in country'.
"When is the last time you saw a fat 'dink' kid"?, he asked.
Fair question; the answer, "Never".
Yeah, I remember similar incidents as well, particularly one involving a young girl, maybe 16 or so (as you know, it was hard to tell with the Viets), and it had a similar outcome. This one had can of Coke in one hand she wanted us to think she was trying to sell . . . and an American pineapple frag in the other, with the pin pulled and the safety lever held down, hidden under her outer clothing. Sgt. Macauliff, who was standing next to me at the time, spotted her approaching and took "appropriate action." I thought he had lost his mind until he knocked me to the ground, hit the ground himself, and the grenade went off maybe 40 feet away. It was a bitch of a war, Terry.