A BATTLE AT LZ ST. GEORGE - II
Duty Log, 1/14th Inf Regt - Action at LZ St George: 6Nov69
Another account of the night of horrors when “Charlie” decides to overrun
LZ St George and the redlegs of
“A” Battery have to defend their firebase.
That night
in November, 1969 will never be forgotten.
The BnCO called in
the fire mission and we adjusted and let them have it big time for around 10-15
minutes. We then got the order to cease fire and all was quiet for a while until
he came flying back and told the story to our Captain & XO and they later
told us. We all thought it was cool but, then again, who knew?
So, we just took it as a job well done, so they told us.
A day or two later
word came down from the locals and our ARVN/Kit Carson scouts that we
indeed did kill 3-4 Dinks and one was a VC Colonel and a few of his aides. Then,
things started to change. Most of the Dink cart vendors as well as the whores
suddenly stopped showing up at the gate as usual everyday to sell their wares
and a bit of tail for the guys who would take a chance.
They were no where to be seen or found. Word was we were going to get a
visit from Charlie for knocking off the Dinks. In any event, I remember them
beefing up security with doubling up guards at night as well as calling up a
155mm SP battery who were right down the road due east of us. I remember there
was another firebase…maybe the quarry…cause they also had an engineer unit
assigned there and they came along as well all.
Together there were two ACP's and two 155's rolled up at our gate and we
let them come right in front of our position since we had the clearest field of
fire. Then the bulldozer, grader and their heavy equipment showed up and opened
up the whole perimeter in front of us for at least 500 yards of clear killing
field. Thank God they did or we would have been toast the night of the attack. I
remember they cleared it so well including tree stumps you could not hide a cat
let alone a man. It was wide open and then halfway between the outer perimeter
bunkers, they dug a trench in a “half moon” circle about a 100-150 ft in
front of us from our left. It was
situated from “10 o’clock to 2 o’clock” and approximately 2-3 feet wide
and about 4-5 feet deep. This was supposed to be a so-called “fall back
position” for the grunts in the outer bunkers that were
farthest out in front of us on the outer perimeter; they were isolated, so to
speak. In any event, after the construction was done and the heavy equipment
went back, we sat there with the extra armor and 155's for three days and nights
and “nada”. Nobody came
a’calling, so they decided that it was a hoax and the next morning they sent
the ACP's & 155's back to their location.
BIG MISTAKE!
That night was the night they probed us and nobody seen or heard
anything. They tied up all the tripwires as well as the claymores; they pulled
the detonators out and laid them down. They
cut a clean hole through the wire in 2-3 locations; one was directly across from
are gun pit. Holy Shit. If you bent down you could see a clear hole in the wire
like a tunnel. We found leaflets all over the place as well as in the mess tent
where they walked throughout as well. It was real scary and everyone was on pins
and needles. Now I remember why it was an early night for us. Most of the guys
use to party at one of our bunkers and no one came around that night which was
very unusual. We just figured everyone was on edge and wanted to stay close to
their own bunker once it got dark just in case the shit hit the fan. What an
understatement now as I think back.
In any event, being
bored, we sacked out earlier as I remember it and it was around 2300-2330 hrs. I
was asleep around maybe 1/2 hour when I woke up to what I thought was a mad
minute that we use to do on a random basis every night just to scare Charlie
off. Next thing I know, the corner of our bunker lights up with a big orange
flash and a thundering “BOOM” in the left front, closest to the perimeter.
At first I thought it was a motor, later I found out it was an RPG that hit the
bunker right behind us but caught the corner of ours. Lucky for us or I probably
wouldn't be writing this. Next thing
I know, I am jumping into my boots and putting on my flak vest & helmet,
grabbed my M16 and went through the opening of our bunker. There were 3 of us in
there and I do not remember who went out first but as I stood up outside the
entrance, someone running at full speed ran right into me and spun me around. As
I came to bear and looked, all I remember was a guy in dark shirt & shorts
carrying what looked like a medic's
bag with the strap in hand. It took me a few seconds to get my bearings but I
knew then it was a Dink with a satchel charge. I couldn't get off a shot since
he was between me and our guys in the next gun pit as well as the bunker on the
perimeter. Our Section Chief then came running in from the gun pit next door
that had taken the RPG round and said one of their guys was dead. I asked “how
are you sure?” and he said cause his head and arm is missing. Holy Shit, the
battle was on. He then ordered us to lower the tube and put in a Beehive round.
We then all crouched around the parapet wall facing the outer perimeter. We
could now see something since they were all kinds of flares and illumination
rounds going off over head. Charlie was everywhere. They had taken over the
whole sector between our ten o’clock to two o’clock bunker. The one that was
almost directly in front of us at one o’clock still had some of our grunts
trapped in it and they were pinned down from all sides. Remember that “fall
back” trench between us and them? Ya you guessed it….Charlie was using it to
move back & forth as well as shoot at us and them. It was a real “free for
all”. This went on for what seemed like forever, until like 0400 hrs. Every
time they tried to make a run on that bunker, we opened up and
killed everyone of those MF'ers . That clear cut killing field saved
the guys in the bunker cause there was no way the Dinks could run in the open
without us seeing them and putting them down.
Around that time a
medic and another guy came running into our parapet and said the guys radioed
in from the bunker that they were running out of ammo and they
had one guy wounded and they needed to get to them or it was all over but the
crying. I remember cause they were carrying a folded up litter and we filled it
with ammo on the way out to try and rescue the wounded guy and bring in the rest
of them. They said they would need an extra guy to help cover them.
So…guess who? Sgt Crane, our Section Leader, looked at me and I said
OK, I'll be the idiot. He took my M16 and gave me our M60. Off we went running
like rabbits. I dropped off at the half way point near the trench and did not
want to get in it fearing I would get trapped or would not see anyone coming
through it so I stayed in the open laying flat as possible. I knew my rear was
covered by my guys, so all I had to do was watch my front for the most part.
Soon as those
guys made it to the bunker, Charlie spotted them and tried to rush the bunker. I
opened up with the sixty and just sprayed there asses the best I could. Within a
minute I heard the medic yell “We’re coming out!”, so
I got ready to haul ass. Charlie made one more attempt to rush the bunker but my
guys saw them and blasted them all (along with me) before they even got
close enough to do anything. Next thing I knew, here comes the medic &
other guy and carrying the wounded guy back towards me.
I got up on one knee and watched for movement from anywhere. As they
passed me, I got up and did the fastest backwards walk you ever seen. We all got
back to our parapet and the guys took the wounded guy to our Aid tent and that
was that. We had sporadic fire the rest of the night and once daylight came
around we were still taking sniper fire till about 0830 which was silenced by
Cobra gun ships strafing are perimeter.
The other thing that
saved are butts that night was we had just sent out two of the guns on a hip
shoot a few miles down from us. I remember because the XO or one of the
Lt's/FO's came into are parapet and was directing fire on the front of the outer
perimeter in front of the bunker where those guys were trapped. They were
banging away with Willy Pete & Fire Cracker rounds, What a show! Somewhere
in between, we had Puff laying down fire in the same area as well as the mortar
section on the other side of the LZ and I believe another battery from far off
was shelling around us.
Well, finally
like I said, daylight came around and it looked like a slaughterhouse all around
us, especially in front of us. There were dead Dinks just a few yards from our
pit as well as on our left flank closest to the outer perimeter. That's when we
discovered two more guys who didn't make it but they killed the three Dink
laying in place just outside there bunker who had RPG's and AK-47s in hand ready
to do us in, Thank God for that or we might have not made it either. The rest of
the day was just trying to screw your head's back on. No one had much to say and
all we did for the most part was clean up all of our empty brass from are M16's
& M60 as well as restock our ammo bunker for small arms. A lot of lead went
out that night from are position. Thank God our CO was very stern about having
lots of extra ammo. He always said you could not have enough…and he was right.
BAD
TIMING FOR A DONUT DOLLY:
(A Donut Dolly was on LZ St George during a fire mission)
A Fantastic and Touching Epilogue