I'm always haunted by the fact that it should have been me. You see, it was December 1968 and I was back in my base camp at Cu Chi for the third time that month. It was the third time I had been wounded in the month of December and I was getting ready to go back out to the field to be with my troops.
While I was in camp recovering, we had two new lieutenants arrive as replacements. They were very likable young men. Both were graduates of West Point. I liked them immediately and had great hopes for them.
I was supposed to go out to the field with both of them the next day on our usual convoy. It was a convoy that took out our mail, some hot food, a re-supply of ammunition and it was something that the people in the field looked forward to every day.
It was toward the end of the month and all of a sudden, I received a visit from the Major who had been our Battalion Executive Officer but was recently assigned to Division as the S-2. Thats the Intelligence Officer for those of you who dont know. He told me that he wanted me to participate in a security force the next day for the Bob Hope show.
He said that I would get to sit in the third row behind the wounded soldiers that they invited from the hospital (they would get the first two rows). My job would be to cordon off the stage in the event of a hostile act.
I asked him what that meant and he said, Dont worry, it means that you get to watch the show right up front. I was certainly cool with that so I agreed. It seems that the producers of the show wanted some soldiers near the front in combat uniforms for their camera. All we had to do was dress in our normal gear and sit in front so the cameras could film us occasionally. We did have loaded weapons but that was the extent of the seriousness of our mission.
Anyway, the night before the show, our unit came under heavy attack. We received an emergency message to deploy all the spare reserves that were ready to return to the field by helicopter. Mostly, these consisted of new troops who were just assigned to our unit and had just finished our war college (all new troops had an opportunity to get their uniforms, zero their weapons, and learn about various booby traps they might encounter when they got out to the field). I put the two lieutenants on a helicopter and gave them instructions. One of them would be taking over my unit until I returned the day after tomorrow.
I stayed behind to command the protection platoon for Bobs show. And I have to tell you, seeing Ann Margaret on stage was awesome. We hooted and hollered as loud as anyone there. I made sure I got some up-close pictures.
Anyway, the next morning, the C.O. called me on the radio and said that it had been a brutal night but that nobody died. They were, however, taking fire again and needed the rest of us out there right away. We jumped on a helicopter before sunup and were on our way. We had extra ammunition and even managed to scrape up some scrambled eggs and bacon to take with us.
When we got there, it was still dark. There were tracers flying everywhere. From the air, it looked like grazing fire.. Bullets flying about 2 or 3 ft. from the ground. Bullets flying everywhere. The pilot said, were going to drop you in an LZ to the south and youll have to hike it in from there. We cant set down in the middle of all that.
As we neared the ground, I remember taking a last minute check of the direction I was supposed to lead my men and then jumped right into a rice paddy up to my neck in water.
My head actually went underwater and I lost my helmet. When I finally popped my head up, I remember searching for the helmet for a second before deciding that I needed to hurry up and reinforce the company. I was a bit disoriented but I pulled my compass out and figured out which way to go.
Without my helmet, I waded into the no mans land between the good guys and the bad guys.
On the ground, I realized that the bullets were actually flying much higher over our heads than it looked from the air. I sent a radio message to the perimeter that we were coming in and gave them our coordinates. By the time we reached the perimeter, things had actually calmed down a bit and the sun was coming up.
Once inside the perimeter, the shooting had stopped. I guess the bad guys had had enough. We still called in some more artillery and (Id like to think) that our reinforcements scared them away.
Once things calmed down a bit, I went over to chat with the Company Commander. Thats when I learned of the bad news. As the two lieutenants were leaving a briefing just after they arrived, an RPG rocket hit right in front of them. Both were killed instantly. One of them was to be my replacement. I was supposed to go to the base camp and become the company executive officer. You know, the guy who gets to ride on the convoy every day so the troops could get their mail and a hot meal.
That never happened. Although I stayed in the field the rest of my time in VietNam and never got to live the good life back in base camp, I still believe that if I hadnt stayed to provide security for Bob Hope, Id be dead now.
Pat Kiggins
The Veterans Mentor
P.S. Ive never told this story to anyone until now. Maybe Ill leave behind a part of my life that my family will understand someday.
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