We Were Soldiers Once...and Young (11 page)

We radioed Matt Dillon and told him to come in to pick up the prisoner and take him back to brigade for further interrogation. Dillon landed at 11:40 a.m. The forward air controller, Air Force Lieutenant Charlie Hastings, says that when Dillon put the prisoner aboard the command helicopter and relayed his words that there were many enemy in the area who wanted to kill Americans "the war suddenly had my undivided attention."

Captain Nadal had been hunting for me while I was in the woods with the prisoner. We caught up with each other after the prisoner was put aboard the command helicopter. I quickly briefed Nadal on the situation and told him that Alpha Company would take over security in the LZ as soon as the next lift brought in the rest of his men. Crandall's helicopters returned at 12:10 p.m. on their third trip to X-Ray, bringing in the rest of Tony Nadal's troopers, minus only a few men. Now Nadal had enough men on the ground to be effective.

Suddenly a few rifle shots rang out in the area where the prisoner had been captured. Sergeant Gilreath's men were in contact! It was now 12:15 p.m. We had to move fast if we were going to survive, had to get off that landing zone and hit him before he could hit us. Only if we brought the enemy to battle deep in the trees and brush would we stand even a slim chance of holding on to the clearing and getting the rest of the battalion landed. That football-field-size clearing was our lifeline and our supply line. If the enemy closed the way to the helicopters all of us would die in this place.

Even as the first shots rang out I was radioing Herren to saddle up the rest of his Bravo Company men and move out fast toward the mountain to develop the situation. Turning to Nadal, I told him that the original plan was out the window, that his Alpha Company should immediately take over LZ security and get ready to move up on Bravo Company's left when enough of Charlie Company had arrived on the next lift to assume the job of securing the clearing.

In the small copse, the other two platoons of Bravo Company men had opened C-ration cans and were grabbing a bite when they heard those first shots out in the brush. The older sergeants glanced at one another and nodded. Eat fast, they told the men, and get ready to move.

The battle of LZ X-Ray had just begun.

THE BATTLE BEGINS When first under fire and you're wishful to duck, Don't look or take heed at the man that is struck. Be thankful you're living and trust to your luck, And march to your front like a soldier.

--Rudyard Kipling, "The Young British Soldier"

It was now 12:20 p.m. Bravo Company commander John Herren radioed his four platoon leaders to meet him near that waist-deep streambed that traversed the western edge of the clearing; there, they would organize the assault toward the mountain. Herren talked only briefly with them: "Lieutenant Al Devney of the 1st Platoon, an eager, impulsive officer who was anxious to tie into the enemy; Lieutenant Henry T. Herrick of the 2nd Platoon, an aggressive redhead who pushed his men hard and had told me he hoped to earn the Medal of Honor one day; Lieutenant Dennis Deal of the 3rd Platoon, a low-key but very effective officer; and Sergeant First Class Ed Montgomery, an excellent mortar man who was acting weapons-platoon leader."

The Bravo Company commander says, "I told Devney and Herrick to move out abreast, Herrick on the right, with Deal to follow behind Devney's platoon as reserve. The weapons platoon would support with their one 81mm mortar and forty shells."

It was now near 12:30 p. m., and the Bravo Company contact was continuing to build. Specialist 4 Galen Bungum, twenty-two, the short, muscular son of a Hayfield, Minnesota, dairy farmer, was in Lieutenant Herrick's platoon. He carried a 40mm grenade launcher, which looked like a short, fat, single-barrel sawed-off shotgun, and a .45caliber pistol. Our grenadiers carried a usual load of thirty-six rounds for the M-79. Galen Bungum this day had only eighteen in his green cloth pouches. His day had started out great, had turned bad, and was about to get a lot worse.

Bungum remembers, "Early that morning First Sergeant Robert F. Mohr told me to pass out all my ammunition to the other troops because I was going back to An Khe to leave for Bangkok on R and R. I had just got that done when he came back and said: ', there are no more choppers going that way today, so get your ammo back. You go with us today.' I didn't get all my ammo back, just eighteen rounds." Now Bungum's lunch was cut short. Lieutenant Herrick loped back from his meeting with Captain Herren and shouted: "Saddle up and follow me. We're moving up." Platoon Sergeant Carl Palmer, thirty-nine years old, a native of Pelham, Georgia, married and a veteran of the Korean War, got the four squads formed up and moving out through the elephant grass.

Captain Herren recalls, "The lead platoons moved out smartly and I followed with my radio operators and my artillery observer, Lieutenant Bill Riddle. I planned to tie in with the rear of Al Devney's platoon but had to stop to establish good radio contact with Moore's headquarters." While Herren was doing that his other two rifle platoons passed by his location on the western edge of the creekbed. Because of that pause, Herren would be cut off from his men for the next hour or so.

Al Devney's 1st Platoon was in the lead and was soon some hundred yards west of the creek. Henry Herrick's 2nd

Platoon crossed the dry creek and moved through the scrub brush on the right and slightly to the rear of Devney. Galen Bungum could hear scattered rifle shots up ahead as he moved out.

Bungum says, "While we were headed that way Sergeant Palmer came up behind me, put his arm around me, and said: ', I'll be forty years old day after tomorrow, but I don't believe I will live to see it.' I didn't know how to answer Palmer, so I just said: ' on, Sarge, you can't be out here with that kind of attitude. You'll make it.' " It was the third time in recent days that Carl Palmer had predicted his own death. Sergeant Larry Gilreath and Captain Herren say they, too, had similar conversations with Palmer and tried to reassure him.

By 12:45 p.m. the contact had grown to a moderate firefight and we were taking casualties. As fast as the fight was growing, I figured that we were in for a long afternoon and that the number of wounded might well exceed the capability of the platoon medics on the ground. Now I radioed Matt Dillon, who was back overhead in the command chopper, and told him to order the battalion surgeon, Captain Robert Carrara, and his medical aid station people to come into LZ X-Ray. "Tell them not to bother with the tent, but bring a lot of supplies," I said.

Things were definitely heating up for Al Devney's men at the point of the spear. Sergeant Gilreath recalls: "My 3rd Squad leader, Staff Sergeant Carl R. Burton, spotted a column of troops coming down the mountain. They didn't look like they were in any big hurry, walking along in single file. Some had their weapons on their shoulders. I don't think they knew exactly where we were. We checked with Captain Herren to make sure there were no South Vietnamese units in the area, then we opened up on them. We had no knowledge of what size unit we were tangling with, but we found out very shortly when we were taken under heavy small arms fire and automatic weapons fire. At that time I lost contact with Lieutenant Devney and was mainly concerned with placing the men closest to me in positions where they could return effective fire."

Within minutes Devney's 1st Platoon, which was leading the assault, was attacked heavily by thirty to forty North Vietnamese in khaki uniforms, wearing pith helmets and firing automatic weapons. It was now near one p. m.; Devney's men were under attack on both flanks, and they were in trouble. The North Vietnamese were using a well-worn trail as a general axis of advance. Says Sergeant Gilreath: "We were virtually pinned to the ground and taking casualties." Lieutenant Dennis Deal remembers that moment: "Devney's platoon was taking moderate fire. We could all hear it through the foliage, and I heard it crackling on my radio. Al was in some sort of trouble. The firing increased in volume and intensity; then I saw my first wounded trooper, probably the first American wounded in LZ X-Ray. He was shot in the neck or mouth or both, was still carrying his rifle, was ambulatory and appeared stunned at what had happened to him. When he asked where to go I put my arm around him and pointed to where I had last seen the battalion commander."

Here's what Sergeant Jimmie Jakes of Phenix City, Alabama, who was leading four men in one of Devney's rifle squads, remembers: "As we were advancing toward the enemy, two of my men and one from another squad were hit by machine-gun fire. I was ordering men to my left and right; some didn't even belong to our platoon. I yelled to them to lay down a base of fire; then I crawled to aid the wounded. I was able to drag two of the wounded back to our defensive line. We had stopped advancing at this point. As I attempted to drag a third back I was wounded." An AK-47 round penetrated Jakes's side and exited through the top of his left shoulder.

Over on the right and slightly behind Al Devney's men, Lieutenant Henry T. Herrick was maneuvering his 2nd Platoon up the slope toward a meeting with destiny. His company commander, Captain Herren, said: "Herrick's platoon was probably my most seasoned unit, with outstanding

NCOs. They were led by an old pro, SFC [Sergeant First Class] Carl Palmer, who I relied on to counsel and help develop Lieutenant Herrick, much as I did with my other two platoon sergeants--Larry Gilreath of the 1st Platoon and Larry Williams of the 3rd. But the 2nd Platoon had other NCOs who were exceptional: Ernie Savage, a young buck sergeant from Alabama, was a rifle-squad leader; then there was SFC Emanuel [Ranger Mac] Mchenry, who was forty years old but could walk the legs off men half his age; Staff Sergeant Paul Hurdle, the weapons-squad leader, who was a Korean War veteran, and Sergeant Ruben Thompson, a fire team leader with a reputation of never quitting."

Henry Toro Herrick was red-haired, five foot ten, twenty four years old, and the son of an astronomy professor at UCLA. He had joined the battalion in July and been given a rifle platoon; he was a hard-charger.

When the battalion re con-platoon leader job, a coveted assignment, came open in October, I briefly entertained the notion of giving it to young Herrick. I mentioned Herrick to Sergeant Major Plumley and his response was forceful and swift: "Colonel, if you put Lieutenant Herrick in there he will get them all killed." We had a gaggle of new second lieutenants in the battalion, and it surprised me that one of them had made such a poor impression on the sergeant major. Herrick, needless to say, did not get the recon-platoon job.

Herrick's platoon sergeant, Carl Palmer, had voiced his own reservations about the lieutenant to Captain Herren after one of his men was drowned in a river crossing while on patrol. "Sergeant Palmer took me aside after the drowning incident and told me that Herrick would get them all killed with his aggressiveness," Herren says. "But I couldn't fault Herrick for that. We were all eager to find the enemy and I figured I could control his impetuous actions."

Devney reported by radio to Captain Herren that his platoon was pinned down on both flanks. Says Herren: "I directed Lieutenant Herrick to alleviate some of the pressure, ordering him to move up on Devney's right and gain contact with Devney's 1st Platoon." The time was now about 1:15 p. m., and the scrub brash was baking in the ninety-plus degree heat of midday. A few rounds of enemy 60mm and 82mm mortars and some RPG-2 rocket-propelled grenades were bursting in Devney's area. Captain Herren and Lieutenant Bill Riddle, his artillery forward observer, now began working the radios, calling in air and artillery fire support.

Devney's platoon sergeant, Larry Gilreath, was expecting to see Herrick and his men moving up on his right. He did, but not for long. As he moved, Herrick radioed Captain Herren to report that his 2nd Platoon was taking fire from the right, that he had seen a squad of enemy soldiers and was pursuing them. Herren radioed back: "Fine, but be careful; I don't want you to get pinned down or sucked into anything." Gilreath says: "I saw Lieutenant Herrick at a distance of about fifty yards. His weapons-squad leader, Sergeant Hurdle, was closest to me. I asked him, ' the hell are you going?' They were deployed on line and moving fast! I wanted him to stop and set up his two machine guns on my right flank. They kept on moving. I thought they were going to tie in with my men."

Captain Herren was concerned about Devney's situation but enthusiastic about Herrick's contact, which he reported to me by radio. "Shortly after," Herren says, "I moved out again to catch up with Devney. He reported he was under heavy fire and pinned down. I immediately called Lieutenant Deal to move around to the left and help Devney."

Dennis Deal had been running the 3rd Platoon, Bravo Company, for only two weeks. "My platoon sergeant was Staff Sergeant Leroy Williams, a true man. He had spent a year and a half in Korea. My weapons-squad leader was Staff Sergeant Wilbur Curry, a full-blooded Seneca Indian from upstate New York, who was in Korea for two years and was reputed to be the best machine gunner in the battalion, if not the division. Just before we left base camp, Curry got too much firewater in him, got a horse from a Vietnamese, and rode it up Route 19 toward Pleiku. Because Colonel Moore knew what a good trooper he really was, he passed on punishing Curry."

Until now Deal's platoon had not seen any enemy, but as they moved up fifty yards and approached Devney's left flank, they came under heavy fire. Sergeant Gilreath remembers seeing the 3rd Platoon "having the same problems we were having with enemy automatic weapons fire. It was coming from a covered machine gun position and it was giving us fits."

Staff Sergeant William N. Roland, a twenty-twoyear-old career soldier who came from Andrews, South Carolina, was one of Deal's squad leaders.

"We began to encounter wounded soldiers from the 1st Platoon. Then we started taking enemy fire, including incoming mortar rounds." Lieutenant Deal says, "My personal baptism of fire was occurring and I turned around to Sergeant Curry. ', I've never been shot at before. Is this what it sounds like?' And he smiled. ' sir, this is what it sounds like. We are being shot at.' We had to scream at each other to be heard."