him to keep his mouth shut and follow orders or
I’ll put him in jail for a long time. He gives me
a look but says nothing and stomps off. SGT T and
I agree that he looks like trouble and will have
to be watched carefully. Less than thirty-six
hours later, he’s dead.

We drink coffee, eat Cs
and discuss the attack. Someone tells me that,
“When that RPG exploded on the bush above your
head I thought you were a goner”. All I can say is
“What RPG?” Brian Lisk was hit in the chest with a
hard object during the first attack. In the
daylight he finds a dud Chicom stick grenade lying
a few feet from his position in the CP
location.

I remember Jody’s discussion with
Bill Ingle during the fight, decide I’d better do
the concerned officer thing and check on his well
being. I get about 10 feet away and rethink the
matter. The condition of Bill’s pants is
indescribable and he stinks to high heaven—all I
can do, like everyone else is laugh at his