Banana Clips
Stacking Deep
by John Conroy
It was mid June 1969. Alpha Company had set up to prepare its night
defensive perimeter on a hilltop as one of the other companies in the
battalion carried a raging firefight to the enemy on the next hill. It was
such a short distance away that the firing was very clear, and probably just
out of voice range, maybe 5-600 meters.
We were a little edgy, each man
silently contemplating the probability that we were going to leave our
thus-far safe environs for yon hill and firefight at any moment. We chatted
idly and dug as we could in the rocky terrain. It was somewhat akin to
trying to dig through concrete. We were making little headway. We managed to
scrape what might be referred to as a depressed fighting position, six or so
inches deep and as long and wide as a man. That`s all. Kenny `Cochise`
Bunner and I were griping about the ground being so hard and taking turns
hacking at it while Sgt Terry Lucarelli stood there favoring us with his
renowned gift of gab as we toiled.
I heard a jet screaming in as it flew
over us and released two 250 pound fragmentation bombs while it was directly
overhead. We had all seen enough of this to know that we were in no danger
of a direct hit by the ordnance when it hit. But we also knew we would be
the recipients of shrapnel of various sizes at various velocities from it
when it did hit. I recalled briefly a few days before when a piece of a slow
drag tail fin had come flying toward me from several hundred meters away. It
was as large as my head and moving faster than it appeared to be. So I
unassed the area rather quickly and watched as it hit the ground and bounced
around, striking my M-16 and knocking it away from the tree it had been
leaning against. Good old Matty Mattel, no damage to me or my sixteen,
though it had been hit very hard.
Anyway, the dropped bombs burst over on
the next hill as Luke, Kenny, and I all quickly viewed the one scratch in
the dirt that might offer protection to us. And we all jumped for it. I was
either slowest or furthest away, because I came to rest on top of Luke, who
was on top of Kenny. So, I was taking shelter about 8-12 inches above ground
as the shrapnel whizzed about and rained down upon us.
The shrapnel was
spent, and it only burned a little where it landed on us before we threw it
off. I don`t believe I laughed so hard during my whole time in Nam as I did
while we climbed off of one another. We never did get that damn hole dug.
John Conroy
3rd Platoon
A/1/501
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