Word: patroling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...faint moonlight barely penetrated the foliage as 15 U.S. infantrymen groped through black Vietnamese jungle near Lai Khe. But the night hid few secrets from 2nd Lieut. Robert Hibbs, 25, of Cedar Falls, Iowa. Although his own patrol was all but invisible in the dark, he had no trouble spotting the Viet Cong company approaching on his flank. Before he could withdraw, he picked up another group of V.C. moving in on him. Caught between two larger enemy forces, Hibbs ordered his men to fire a few rounds at the second Communist unit. Its gunners returned the fire, though they...
...night away from Charlie." Lieut. Hibbs was well briefed on the scope's importance; though mortally wounded, he smashed it against a tree rather than let it fall into the hands of the enemy. He won a posthumous Medal of Honor for his performance on that night patrol. Since then, thousands of starlight scopes have been shipped to Viet Nam; jungle-wise infantrymen are so impressed by their versatility that they use almost any G.I. dodge to pick up extra scopes for their outfits...
...safety through a storm of fire. > Navy Boatswain's Mate First Class James E. Williams, 37, is the unlikeliest-looking hero. He is a roly-poly father of five with 20 years of Navy service. In October 1966, in a Mekong River backwater, Williams led two patrol boats into a mass of sampans and junks loaded with Viet Cong troopers. Outnumbered and outgunned, the patrol sank 28 sampans, damaged 25 more and captured six enemy vessels. >Richard A. Pittman, 22, is a civilian now. Back in July 1966, as a Marine lance corporal, he traded his rifle...
...second bust, the real one, begins to take shape at 2:30 a.m. We hear over WBAI that there are bus loads of TPF (Tactical Police Force, Gestapo) at 156th and 125th and that patrol cars are arriving from all precincts with four helmeted cops per auto. I am unimpressed. So many times now we've been going to be busted. It just doesn't touch me anymore. I assume that the cops are there to keep...
What Jones and his crew caught in their cameras and microphones is a superbly balanced sampling of this war of snipers and booby traps, night patrols and burning villages, in which the enemy is almost always at hand and almost never seen. No commentator's rhetoric comes between the audience and the action. All that is on the sound track is the noise of what is happening -the tense silence of a patrol exploding into a racketing firefight, the terrible pleadings of wounded men, the ominous urgency of a chaplain's sermon about death. The men of Mike...