Search & Destroy
Vietnam War Search & Destroy Mission in 1969
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The deep rhythmic cracking of the helicopter blades droned in Search & Destroy’s ears as the Huey soared over the thick Vietnamese jungle canopy. The steep inclines, and basins are all covered by a thick, oppressive green sheen of trees and morning mist.
Listen up lads!Sergeant Cliffe called, his voice coming clean through the helmet microphone, despite the cacophony of the rotor blades and engine.
I’m going to go over Lieutenant Fynne’s plan again so y’all understand!Before he could begin however, the copilot’s thick Australian accent siezed the mic,
I will never undertake why you Americans call yer skippers ‘Lootenant’, and not ‘Leftenant’ like everyone else in the damn world. English ain’t a bloody difficult language mate.Ignoring the RAAF copilot’s input, Sergeant Cliffe Continued,
We are gonna land at LZ Sacramento with Fynne’s Huey. The other half of our platoon are gonna land with two Hueys a mile west of us at LZ Richmond.The burly sergeant looked around at the squad, including Private Search & Destroy, the squad M60 gunner. Even the Australian Huey door gunner was listening.
We will then be movi’n northwest half a mile till we find that VC outpost at Dak Song. Recon says it’s in a narrow valley with rice fields and a small village between two forested hilltops. Our two squads will hit the cong from the east and Staff Sergeant Forester’s two squads will hit em from the west.The sergeant took in a deep breath before continuing, his facial scars from many years of combat experience gleaming in the morning sun as rays shot through the Huey.
After that, we gotta quickly clear the compound and destroy any stockpiles we find. Since this shithole is near the Hochi Minh Trail, we must act with haste, otherwise we’ll get cut off and killed. The whole platoon then must make our way to LZ Richmond for these fine Aussie boys to fly us outta here.Then the copilot smiles to himself as lets the opening riffs of
Fortunate Sonsound over the intercom.