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Part II of A Diary Entry August 17, 1968 Wounded On My Birthday

Diary Entry August 17

During the night we were engaged in an ambush. Luckily for us our plan worked. When the claymore mines went off a few flares were set off. It lit the area enough where we could see the enemy searching for our trip wires, yes they knew we had some, but since we moved from our prior location, they failed to notice that our flares and claymore mine wires were also moved. We had them stunned, and a few of the claymores took out about six of the Viet-Cong. However, the fighting did not end there.
Our machine gun provided us with a nice line of cover with the bullets piercing the flesh of the enemy. However, the sparks also gave them a hint of our new location. They fired back with deadly shots that started to give us goose bumps from the fierce fighting. They had re-enforcements waiting further back behind the lines and they had gotten the message as to our new position.
Some of the VC’s that had run into our ambush tried to lay down and fire back, but we had them pin downed. The bullets were hitting their mark as we continued to engage in battle for about an hour or so. The barrels on our weapons were getting hot but we waged on. A few of the men that were close to me were shot and killed. I remember them moaning with the agony of pain and the thought of death.
We had a medic with us, but there was too much going on to be able to do something to save them. We were all fighting for our lives as the re-enforcements trickled in. They tried to out flank us, but we dug in and spread out enough to cover more of the on coming troops. They started to hit us with mortar fire as they approach closer to us. We called in for cannon fire and made them land the shells closer as the enemy tried to run us over.
It was more than scarey as we caught more casualties and it reduced our fire power. We set off all our claymores, we through grenades in all directions and we prayed the cannon rounds would not take us down too along with the enemy. Our leader was good, he called those shots in well placed areas and the enemy took quite a hit. We could hear them dragging their own causualties and fleeing the battle.
During the rest of the night they took pot shots at us, but they dare not attack us again. They had a sniper somewhere further up ahead, but with a few more well placed rounds from the cannons that gave us support, it suddenly stopped until day break came. In the morning we secured our area and called in the helicopters to take the dead and wounded. Meanwhile we were ordered to track down those that escaped during the night. There is a trail of blood that is visible and our mission is not done yet. I must stop writting now, before someone catches me writing and get ready to move out. I’ll keep writing as much as I can, if I’m still alive. If my girl friend has gotten this, I loved you all the while and I’m sorry I won’t be coming home alive.

Copyright© 2008 Oscarelizondo

Part II of A Diary Entry August 17, 1968 Wounded On My Birthday


Harlingen, United States

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If you are reading this, I hope you go back and read the beginning from a prior writing, or it might not make much sense. It’s under the same heading, except it begins with August 16, 1968. If nobody is reading this, then I will make no effort to finish this chapter in my life. I’m not an author, just somebody putting an ending the the nightmares that will haunt me forever. Just drop me a line if you are interested, if not, thanks anyway, I respect your opinion and thoughts.

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