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For: John Doe Date:
January 1, 2010
I
knew John Doe very well when I was assigned to the 3rd Armor Division. During Vietnam, we were
both assigned to Delta Company, 5th Battalion, 3rd Armor Division. At the time, I
was a truck driver, and John was my gunner. John was a great gunner. I trusted him.
I knew John would never jump ship when things got heated. He always had my back.
Back
in November 1967, while transporting supplies to the front lines, we came under heavy mortar attack from the NVA.
I remember being very scared, even though John was there to keep me safe. It was something about
the mission that did not feel right from the very beginning. When we were hit by an incoming mortar, I
remember seeing John blasted from my truck. I can still see his body flying through the air and landing
on top of a nearby dirt hill. As a jumped out of my burning truck I ran over to John to see if he was alive.
When I got to him I could see bone sticking out of his left forearm. John was semi-conscious at
the time. I screamed at him, “John! John! Are you ok?” John did not respond
too much, I think he was dazed, confused, and in shock. I yelled for our medic. The
medic applied first aid to John while I called for help.
After
the attack was over, a helicopter came in to pick John up and those who were killed, and those who were badly injured.
John was badly injured and disoriented. His left arm was completely useless, his left leg had many
cuts and bruises, the left side of his face was swollen, and his left ear was bleeding. John was so badly
injured I remember thinking that he may not make it.
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