With two weeks left in-country I was sent out on
Operation Manhattan. In the middle of nowhere in the mud. This was
in late July or early August '67. Lots of shooting going-on. Our
ground FAC (who I am not sure I have identified correctly as Capt. Robert C.
Smith) was living in the mud and the snakes with us. It was a short Op
but miserable. I wanted to go home. I did not enjoy the perimeter
probes and the incoming to say the least. I remember throughout the
hell of this operation you could look outside the TOC and down the hill and
see a neon cross on a Catholic church in the Ville. It was an uneventful
convoy in and out which was a surprise for all of us.
Bill (Chirp 95).