Sparrowhawk
06-13-03, 06:49 AM
This part of my dairy, this day, nothing really unusual for us, but this small part of my diary is embedded so very much in my mind that I dream of it often.
"We got snipped near the CAC units bridge"
I recall seeing the little puffs of smoke in the far tree line. Bullets being fired at us, sensing the weakness of the bullets velocity as they passed overhead.
The small little images of the enemy moving out, far away from us, running along the tree line and with my m-60 over my shoulder we just kept moving on, indifferent to the incoming rounds.
We just kept walking, moving along moving toward the bridge, we never bothered to stop, to look at the gooks in the far distance, or to return fire, the lieutenant just kept us moving on as bullets raced overhead.
I stopped and looked at the gooks then moved on, feeling invincible knowing that even if the bullets struck me from that distance, they wouldn't do any harm. Every so often I remember this day and I dream it as I mention here.
The little gooks moving to hide behind rocks and bushes and firing at us and knowing they can't hurt me even if they hit me, we moved on.
Semper Fi
Cook
"We got snipped near the CAC units bridge"
I recall seeing the little puffs of smoke in the far tree line. Bullets being fired at us, sensing the weakness of the bullets velocity as they passed overhead.
The small little images of the enemy moving out, far away from us, running along the tree line and with my m-60 over my shoulder we just kept moving on, indifferent to the incoming rounds.
We just kept walking, moving along moving toward the bridge, we never bothered to stop, to look at the gooks in the far distance, or to return fire, the lieutenant just kept us moving on as bullets raced overhead.
I stopped and looked at the gooks then moved on, feeling invincible knowing that even if the bullets struck me from that distance, they wouldn't do any harm. Every so often I remember this day and I dream it as I mention here.
The little gooks moving to hide behind rocks and bushes and firing at us and knowing they can't hurt me even if they hit me, we moved on.
Semper Fi
Cook