The 514th Battalion was used as bait
and their ruse worked, for a government informer
noticed the marching soldiers and took notes.
His report reached 7th Division
headquarters and a sortie was pressed rapidly
into operation, mainly due to the recommendation of
an American major who insisted to his
ARVN counterpart that action be immediate.
The troops of President Diem came in on choppers
early the next morning, without music, expecting to
conduct a quick two hamlet sweep.
An American Captain and his fellow Lieutenant
unslung their AR-15s and joined the Vietnamese officers.
They scanned the terrain, immediately noticing that
the small huts to their front appeared empty.
What they could see were several old women and young children,
paddies, and fields. It seemed unnaturally quiet.
They decided to rest before proceeding.
Even under the shade of a clump of coconut palms,
sweat began to form in the increasing heat.
A rank animal odor familiar to the Mekong delta
came into their nose.
Without discussion, the Vietnamese captain wanted to curtail the operation
and withdraw. After all, he concluded, going forward could be dangerous.
The first hamlet might be deserted, or it could be the site of an ambush.
At that instant, a Viet Cong wrapped his finger
around the metal trigger of a Thompson machine gun.
He waited for a decision.
His gun was captured, oiled, and lovingly cared for.
It was only a matter of time.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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