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I
wondered
if
the
Roughnecks
had
a
spot
open
for
a
buck
sergeant
.
Most
of
Square
Black
One
was
as
flat
as
the
prairie
around
Camp
Currie
and
much
more
barren
.
For
this
I
was
thankful
;
it
gave
us
our
only
chance
of
spotting
a
Bug
coming
up
from
below
and
getting
him
first
.
We
were
spread
so
widely
that
four-mile
intervals
between
men
and
about
six
minutes
between
waves
of
a
fast
sweep
was
as
tight
a
patrol
as
we
could
manage
.
This
is
n't
tight
enough
;
any
one
spot
would
remain
free
of
observation
for
at
least
three
or
four
minutes
between
patrol
waves
--
and
a
lot
of
Bugs
can
come
out
of
a
very
small
hole
in
three
to
four
minutes
.
Radar
can
see
farther
than
eye
,
of
course
,
but
it
can
not
see
as
accurately
.
In
addition
we
did
not
dare
use
anything
but
short-range
selective
weapons
--
our
own
mates
were
spread
around
us
in
all
directions
.
If
a
Bug
popped
up
and
you
let
fly
with
something
lethal
,
it
was
certain
that
not
too
far
beyond
that
Bug
was
a
cap
trooper
;
this
sharply
limits
the
range
and
force
of
the
frightfulness
you
dare
use
.
On
this
operation
only
officers
and
platoon
sergeants
were
armed
with
rockets
and
,
even
so
,
we
did
not
expect
to
use
them
.
If
a
rocket
fails
to
find
its
target
,
it
has
a
nasty
habit
of
continuing
to
search
until
it
finds
one
...
and
it
can
not
tell
friend
from
foe
;
a
brain
that
can
be
stuffed
into
a
small
rocket
is
fairly
stupid
.
I
would
happily
have
swapped
that
area
patrol
,
with
thousands
of
M.
I.
around
us
,
for
a
simple
one-platoon
strike
in
which
you
know
where
your
own
people
are
and
anything
else
is
an
enemy
target
.
I
did
n't
waste
time
moaning
;
I
never
stopped
bouncing
toward
that
anchor-corner
crater
while
watching
the
ground
and
trying
to
watch
the
radar
picture
as
well
.
I
did
n't
find
any
Bug
holes
but
I
did
jump
over
a
dry
wash
,
almost
a
canyon
,
which
could
conceal
quite
a
few
.
I
did
n't
stop
to
see
;
I
simply
gave
its
co
ordinates
to
my
platoon
sergeant
and
told
him
to
have
somebody
check
it
.
That
crater
was
even
bigger
than
I
had
visualized
;
the
Tours
would
have
been
lost
in
it
.
I
shifted
my
radiation
counter
to
directional
cascade
,
took
readings
on
floor
and
sides
--
red
to
multiple
red
right
off
the
scale
,
very
unhealthy
for
long
exposure
even
to
a
man
in
armor
;
I
estimated
its
width
and
depth
by
helmet
range
finder
,
then
prowled
around
and
tried
to
spot
openings
leading
underground
.
I
did
not
find
any
but
I
did
run
into
crater
watches
set
out
by
adjacent
platoons
of
the
Fifth
and
First
Regiments
,
so
I
arranged
to
split
up
the
watch
by
sectors
such
that
the
combined
watch
could
yell
for
help
from
all
three
platoons
,
the
patch-in
to
do
this
being
made
through
First
Lieutenant
Do
Campo
of
the
"
Head
Hunters
"
on
our
left
.
Then
I
pulled
out
Naidi
's
lance
and
half
his
squad
(
including
the
recruits
)
and
sent
them
back
to
platoon
,
reporting
all
this
to
my
boss
,
and
to
my
platoon
sergeant
.
"
Captain
,
"
I
told
Blackie
,
"
we
are
n't
getting
any
ground
vibrations
I
'm
going
down
inside
and
check
for
holes
.
