Word: ambushed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Viet Cong Communist guerrillas brandishing rifles and machetes. Most of the town's 50 Civil Guards were machine-gunned as they slept. A company of 70 U.S.-trained Vietnamese Rangers retreated to the jungle, leaving the town to its fate. Their commander explained later that he intended to ambush the guerrillas as they withdrew...
...Nidever and his men stumbled toward the scene of the ambush, tracers from automatic rifles laced the darkness, and the finger snap of small-arms fire was punctuated by the sledging blow of mortar explosions. Even under the wavering light of flare shells it was impossible to tell friend from foe. There was a movement, a silhouette running along the road. Was it a Viet Cong guerrilla or a Vietnamese Ranger? Even as the man passed it was impossible to tell...
Stealthily, South Vietnamese troops under Colonel Huynh Van Cao encircled the region, concealed themselves in the undergrowth and sat back to wait. Two days later, two Viet Cong reconnaissance patrols moved into the ambush, were quickly wiped out in a quick, murderous burst of machine-gun and rifle fire. This was just the beginning. As the heat of the day rose, it became clear that the main Communist force was walking into the same trap. In this group were at least 500 guerrillas, many of them youths in typical black peasant pajamas, obviously recruited from the local villages. Some carried...
...little quick strikes, they blew up 284 bridges, killed 4,000 officials, village elders, soldiers and farmers. Last week, with South Viet Nam headed for the polls in a presidential election, fighting broke out all over. Just north of Saigon, an army patrol blundered into a Viet Cong ambush, lost 13 dead and eleven wounded. Forty miles south of Saigon. the army surprised seven companies of Viet Cong, killed 54 and captured 80. In the capital, Saigon terrorists tossed a grenade into the garden of a U.S. aid official, seriously wounding him. Another grenade landed in front...
...ambush was as sudden as it was effective. Driver Jim Buntin had just dropped his third fare of the morning at Knightsbridge. when he received radio orders to go to Belgrave Square. As he swung his trim, tiny black-and-white Fiat Multipla into the square with its swank, yellow-white Regency houses, the enemy struck. "Baker four, I'm in trouble!" Buntin shouted over his intercom as a flotilla of tall, black, box-shaped London taxis bore down on him, their "For Hire" flags raised high, their exhaust pipes billowing clouds of diesel smoke, their cabbies shaking irate...