squatting dog
Remember when... thirty seemed so old.
- Location
- Arkansas, and also Florida
My buddies granddaughter sent me a picture.
She found it while going through the stuff his wife had when he passed. (agent orange got him).
There were very few pics of me as I was always the one taking them.
This one shot of me was taken right after the battle of "shit hill". (a fight that will never be found in any books).
We were on patrol and stopped for a break. There was a small hill with a convenient log for dropping your pants and doing your business. Well, after a few others, Eddy took his turn and while sitting on the log he noticed some VC come into the clearing on the other side of the hill. Sitting there without his rifle, (a cardinal sin), he had no choice but to roll off the log into the ahem... human waste while shouting VC.
A brief but fierce but stupid fight erupted as both sides were shooting uphill. Lots of red and green tracers flying through the air, scary, but really not doing any damage. All of a sudden, there were red tracers flying mighty close to us and coming from behind us. We didn't know that there was also a ranger patrol out there and when green tracers came in their direction, they naturally fired back. Finally made radio contact with the rangers and broke off contact withe the enemy. (who faded away into the jungle). We moved on, but poor eddy was half covered with poo and nobody wanted to be downwind of him.
She found it while going through the stuff his wife had when he passed. (agent orange got him).
There were very few pics of me as I was always the one taking them.
This one shot of me was taken right after the battle of "shit hill". (a fight that will never be found in any books).
We were on patrol and stopped for a break. There was a small hill with a convenient log for dropping your pants and doing your business. Well, after a few others, Eddy took his turn and while sitting on the log he noticed some VC come into the clearing on the other side of the hill. Sitting there without his rifle, (a cardinal sin), he had no choice but to roll off the log into the ahem... human waste while shouting VC.
A brief but fierce but stupid fight erupted as both sides were shooting uphill. Lots of red and green tracers flying through the air, scary, but really not doing any damage. All of a sudden, there were red tracers flying mighty close to us and coming from behind us. We didn't know that there was also a ranger patrol out there and when green tracers came in their direction, they naturally fired back. Finally made radio contact with the rangers and broke off contact withe the enemy. (who faded away into the jungle). We moved on, but poor eddy was half covered with poo and nobody wanted to be downwind of him.
The ring was my high school ring and I sent it back to a girl friend who later threw it off the George Washington bridge while arguing with me. (my fault... I was totally messed in the head). 
