Several days after Tet 1968 at Tan Son
Nhut Air Base, a column of Tanks and APC's came through my gate. There
were probably 100 to 150 units passing through, a detachment of the fierce
25th. It was hot, sunny, and my view was from the top of an old French
fort--something out of a French Foreign Legion movie.
The column stopped at the gate while the
ARVN Captain, at my location, refused to let pass. He had orders that the
gate should never be opened under any condition. A small chopper landed
and a General got out. Military courtesies were exchanged as well as some
verbal profanities.
The gate was then opened rather quickly. As
the column passed by I was awed--I had never seen so much fire power in
one place! An APC was directly next to my position when a puff of white
smoke suddenly covered it and a concussion knocked me on my ass. As I lay
there a huge chunk of something shoot straight up like a rocket. It
roman-candled about 50 yards before hitting the ground. The APC was
destroyed. The crew never had a chance--they were all lost.
The 25th alerted thinking the explosion was
a mine. It was later determined a trooper had a grenade attached to his
harness that snagged the pin and tumbled the grenade into the onboard
munitions, setting it all off.
The joys of the unexpected discharge--just
when you think your safe, your not.