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					                                             JASON


                                             By James Guy


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Thump, thump, thump. Three successive explosions. The ground shook as Jason tried to go deeper in his

foxhole. Rifle fire, both friendly and the enemies, threw so much lead you could almost walk on it. Men

were yelling orders and some were screaming in pain. Others lay still where they fell.



The enemy was trying to climb the wire. fifty to sixty men were on the wire when the foo gas lit up the wire

and incinerated everyone. Suddenly the sound of whop whop whop could be heard over the battle sounds

announcing the Huey gun ships. The Hueys let loose with rockets and mini guns. Outside the perimeter,

the ground was pulverized and anyone caught in the open was cut to pieces.



The battle broke with the enemy slinking back into the jungle leaving twenty0 bodies behind. The fifty men

alive in the camp, cautiously moved their positions and took care of the dead and wounded. Five dead with

twenty seriously wounded. Many who survived also carried wounds but mostly minor ones.



Jason surveyed the camp. The few buildings above ground had been destroyed for most everything else was

dug in with ten layers of sandbags on top. There was a lot of debris from the destroyed buildings and motor

rounds lying on the ground.



The next day the sea bees arrived with their bulldozers and front loaders. The jungle was flattened for fifty

meters around the camp. The felled trees were brought back to the camp and laid around the perimeter and

then covered with sandbags. The bulldozers also cut a trench 40 feet wide and twenty feet deep around the

camp making it an island. The sides of the trench were almost straight up and down. Inside the trench
mines and punji stakes covered the bottom. Many of the mines were control-detonated mines. The wire

was repaired and the bad guys were dumped at the bottom of a pit. Quick lye was then spread on the bodies

and then they were covered up with dirt.



More supplies and replacements were brought in to bring the unit up to ten0 men. They also brought in a

surprise. Six helicopter door guns had been salvaged and placed on the perimeter. There were two

entrances to the camp. At each entrance the front ends of two choppers were barricaded in, facing away

from the camp. Each front end also had the fixed machine guns. The rocket launchers had been removed

and set on a rise in the center of camp. They were placed on a track that circled the rise and could be

moved to cover any massed force. The rockets could be launched from four different control boxes set in

different locations, just in case one site was hit.



To confuse the enemy, the rockets were camouflaged. The rise was twenty-five feet higher than it used to

be. The sea bees first built a framework on all sides and covered the frames with tarps. They the built a

“house” of false walls and installed the rockets. The camouflage made the house look like a mound of dirt.

Nothing was on top of the mound. During an all out attack, the walls would fall away to expose the rockets.

When the rouge was finished, the frame was taken down leaving the higher mound of “dirt”.



To further baffle and confuse the enemy, new foxholes were dug around the perimeter with pop up soldiers

with their weapons inside. These were to draw the enemy fire. Where did the strange ideas come from?

Jason had been friends with a member of a Hollywood special effects unit and had written to him. The

special effects unit had designed build and shipped everything free of charge to Jason. Jason’s commander

fell in love with the project and had used his contacts to obtain the extra armament. They had to save this

camp. It was critical as it was very close to the enemy supply route and the enemy was determined to

exterminate the camp defenders.



For two weeks after the departure of the Sea Bees, there was no enemy activity in the area. Patrols

encountered absolutely nothing. One night however, a twenty man ambush team set out. They encountered
a squad size enemy patrol of ten men and a firefight ensued. The result was the enemy patrol was

annihilated. The dead were dressed in spare American uniforms and ten men carried their “comrades” back

to camp. Any watchers would see the returning ten soldiers bringing in their dead. The remaining ten

soldiers split off and set up an ambush. Papers on the enemy indicated that a full-scale attack would come

that night.



The ambush team carried with them twenty punji stakes each and the stake were planted on either side of

the trail. They then placed twenty snare type booby traps along the trail. Using the enemy’s ways, three0

hand grenades were placed along the trail and off the trail using fishing line trip wires.



Closer to the camp, the ten enemy AK-47’s were placed facing down the trail. These were also set with trip

wires. The AK-47’s would spray hot lead down the trail and to each side. One trip wire would fire all

weapons simultaneously.



Once the ambush was set, the team withdrew and as the night fell on the camp, they disappeared into a hole

in the ground. The hole was an opening to a tunnel, which led under the trench and up into the center of

camp. The tunnel was intended as an escape route for the camp with ten different routes. If an enemy

found a tunnel, it could be destroyed with the white phosphorus grenades that were concealed in the walls of

the tunnels.



The night sounds of the jungle were unusually quiet. The men in the camp played their music and all

appeared normal. In fact the men were in their secret bunkers and only the pop-ups could be seen from

outside the camp. Ten men seemed to lounge around the center of camp near a light post. On closer

inspection, they were tied to upright posts, as they were the dead enemy, dressed in the fatigues of their

foes.



At one A.M., a whistle blew and a thousand screaming enemy hurled themselves at the camp down a

jeopardous trail. The night suddenly exploded as grenades and AK-47’s opened up on an incoming and
unsuspecting enemy. Almost at once seventy-five attackers were eliminated and twenty would be found

hanging upside down in the trees.



The attack continued as rocket propelled grenades slammed into the fake bunkers and at the light post.

Rifle fire slammed into the camp but there was no return fire. The enemy leapt into the trench from all sides

and raced toward the camp side of the trench carrying long ladders. Many went down due to the punji

stakes when suddenly every claymore mine that was in the trench was detonated, killing some three00

attackers. Fifty men raced to the entrance when suddenly the helicopter machine guns opened up killing all.



Still they came, a little more cautious and lined the opposite side of the trench; weapons ready but they

stopped firing in awe of the destruction of their comrades. Still, except for the short firing at the gate there

had been no return fire. After a half hour, the attackers grew relaxed and even dropped the angle of their

weapons and just stood there.



A whistle sounded and at the camp, one hundred automatic weapons hit the top of the berm facing the

enemy. The camouflage dirt dropped on the mound. A second whistle sounded and as one every weapon

fired. The guns on the mound opened fire and continued as it made a three hundred and sity degree pass,

until it completed its circle. It took two2 minutes and a third whistle caused all firing to stop. There was no

one alive on the opposite bank. Slowly the defenders crawled out of their holes and looked at the

destruction around them. Jason moved toward the nearest enemy body, which had been blown from the

trench to the top of the berm. “Don’t!” yelled the squad leader. Suddenly a bright flash from the unstable

satchel charge then black silence enclosed on Jason’s mind.



“Doctor, this patient is dead,” said the nurse. The doctor nodded. “I do not understand,” said the nurse.

“He was lying in bed, suddenly sat up and then dropped back. I am new here but I presume he died because

of wounds he received in Viet Nam.” “Yes,” said the doctor, “but not what you think.” Jason was in

Vietnam a week when his company was over run. The company had situated the base camp in a narrow box

canyon with hills on three sides. They took four hundred rounds of mortar and 122 mm rockets for three
days. Two hundred men died and Jason was the only survivor. His hole was almost completely buried and

the enemy missed him. It took a week before two battalions were able to drive the enemy away and get to

the camp. Jason was not wounded physically but his mind was shattered. He never uttered another word

and except for some involuntary spasms, he never moved again since they rescued him. He has been here

fifteen years as a virtual prisoner in his mind. His sitting up was the most he ever did. He would flinch

when someone dropped something and this caused him to shake violently.”



“His parents came the first day he was here and never returned. His father told me, my son died in Viet

Nam, you have his body, do with it what you will. His mother died of a heart attack a week later and his

father ate his service issue colt .45 the day his wife was buried. You see, the father had been Jason’s

battalion commander and it was he who had ordered the location of the base camp.”



“Jason is at peace now and his name can be added to the wall. He has rejoined his company.”

				
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