Sgt. Grit,
I just started reading this week's newsletter, and the story about ROK Marines brought back a couple of memories. The only contact I had with any of them was on 24 December 1966 at the Chu Lai airstrip on my way to board the C130 that would take me from India Battery 3/11 up to Danang for my six-month stint as art'y FO for Lima 3/7. As I was walking toward the aircraft, I passed a Korean Marine heading in the opposite direction. I nodded in greeting in passing, and as I looked him in the eyes, I saw what I have seen only a few other times: the expression of a cheetah or tiger in a cage–cold. In the Danang area, I heard about how they responded when a vehicle hit a mine in the road: they came off the vehicle shooting everything in sight. As a result, they didn't have too many such incidents in their Tactical Area of Responsibility.