Word: grasses
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...crawled toward the sounds of fighting. When North Vietnamese approached, he played dead. He was once so close to the Reds that when they decapitated a wounded American trooper, blood squirted all over him. Crawling on, he made it to a small creek and hid in the elephant grass, wrapping his T shirt around his mangled left hand. Then, without food, without equipment, with only a few water purification tablets, Braveboy settled down for a week-long wait...
When the siege of Plei Me was lifted five weeks ago, the mauled Communist attackers faded westward into the uninhabited valleys of elephant grass and scrub-covered hills that for a long time have been their sanctuary. But this time a sanctuary it was not to be. The U.S. undertook what had rarely been attempted before in Viet Nam-a hunting expedition to seek out and destroy the retreating Reds rather than let them escape to fight again on their own terms. For a fortnight, the troopers of the 1st Air Cavalry got lots of blistered feet, fought some brief...
...into two units and moved on. For one unit, some 500 men from the 5th and 7th Regiments, it was a move toward near disaster. Barely three miles north of X Ray, the long column crossed the la Drang River. There lay two North Vietnamese soldiers sleeping in the grass, a sure sign that more trouble was not far away. It wasn't. Suddenly from all sides came a deadly hail of gunfire. The enemy seemed to be everywhere-slung in trees, dug into anthills, crouching behind bushes. It was a classic horseshoe trap, the fields of fire obviously...
...when the smoke cleared above the blasted elephant grass, Hanoi hardly had reason to gloat. Some 350 of their crack troops, many of whom had come over the border into South Viet Nam within the last month, lay dead in la Drang valley, bringing to well over 1,000 their losses in the week's Armageddon with the 1st Air Cavalry...
Over the tall green pines of south eastern Alabama, singly and in forma tions of seven, the ungainly olive-drab helicopters swoop and buzz like dragonflies. Night and day they churn above the Army Aviation Center at Fort Rucker. They blast the wire-grass country with rockets, machine-gun slugs and grenades. They execute intricate maneuvers high in the sky and inches off the ground, turning once-tranquil skies into some of the world's most congested airspace...