We patrolled all day long. One day you’d be on ambush, one day on guard and one day on listening post. It kept rotating, seven days a week, never a day’s rest. Patrol all day long, then when you’re on ambush your squad or platoon was up all night then all the next day to patrol. Days without rest.
When you did sleep, it was three hours at a time, you’d wake up with leeches all over your body, pull them off your eyes, mouth, they were everywhere. Always tired, always pushing, no time to rest.
I climbed Tiger Mountain and when I got to the top, I was shaking so bad they had to lift me out by helicopter. I was hospitalized for 72 hours due to exhaustion. I didn’t wake up the whole time.
I found a photocopied letter with my dad’s Vietnam stuff and I thought I would share excerpts of it. Handwritten at the top is the following: Letter from Lt Simm from hospital after he was wounded. I don’t who the recipient was.
25 March 1968
I got your letter and the picture & I sure enjoyed hearing from you. Hey, that military courtesy was really something now that I’m First Lt and you’re a big, mean old Sgt. Congratulations on your promotion and on making it home.
It sure was nice to see you guys drinking and having fun on duty-reminded me of old times. I guess the third platoon will always be the same-not much for garrison, but tremendous in the field. Captain Brett wrote me how proud he was of you and the rest of the Company for what you did in the Bong Song fight. I will always regret missing out on it-I really hated to leave the field. But while you were fighting the NVA I was fighting for my life in the hospital. We both were. Continue reading
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