The Most Poignant Part

The Most Poignant Part

 

A Vietnam Story
 
Thought I would pass along an interesting story from Aug 1969. I 
was #5 gun commander with Mike 4/11 (155 SP Howitzer). We had 
departed An Hoa on a mine road clearing operation to Liberty 
Bridge (10 klics). Our outfit would share the duty with tanks at 
An Hoa and send out two guns to protect the grunts doing the 
mine clearing. This was done every morning and after reaching 
Liberty Bridge, The grunts would get on top of the guns and we 
would dee dee back to An Hoa.  I was a Sgt at the time and 
commanding the two M109's.
 
As we were progressing down the road there was a commotion up 
ahead and the column was stopped. That is a no no in Marine 
Corps tradition.  You just can't stop and let your gun become a 
stationary target for our little friends. (vietcong) I got off 
the gun and walked up front to see what was holding us up. The 
road had about a foot of red dust and the guns and personnel 
were covered in the stuff. 
 
Lo and behold I run into a Gunnery Sgt by the name of Harmon.  
He was commanding a group of 4 Ontos and were blocking the road.  
The road was only wide enough for one of our guns. Someone had 
to go into the rice paddies and probably will be stuck there 
until they can be pulled out. Gunny Harmon was screaming (and 
neck veins bulging) that his Ontos were not going into the rice 
paddies and I kindly reminded him of rules of the road and who 
had priority on passing. 
 
Now here we are out in the middle of the road, both of us 
covered in red dust except where we lifted our goggles and could 
see each other's eyes. Kind of a raccoon effect. After 
contacting our headquarters, the Gunny was politely told to get 
the Ontos out of the way and into the rice paddies.  He was 
fuming and cussing up a storm (dinky dao) but did as he was 
ordered to do.  
 
Four Ontos into the goo and one happy Sgt of Marines as we 
started back on our mission.  On the way back to An Hoa we 
passed the four Ontos and were told a tank retriever was on the 
way to pull them out of the muck. Psychic reward! The most 
poignant part of the story is that Gunny Harmon was one of my 
drill instructors (and a real SOB) from Platoon 137, San Diego, 
1964.  A little bit of history from the good ol days in the Nam.
 
Semper Fi and Happy Birthday Marines!
 
Lewis E Wood
Sgt USMC 2107662

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *