Remembering Thanksgiving Day 1966, somewhere south of the Rockpile
A 2-day operation as a blocking force turned in to a 10-day stay. Monsoon set in and they could not get us out. We were ambushed three times, many wounded and we could not get them out.
Our food was gone the second day and for 8 more days we ate roots, leaves and anything that would not bite back.
Remembering Easter
Sunday 1967
Late afternoon when we walked out of the jungle in a clearing, and low and behold, right in the middle of the jungle was a little catholic church made entirely out of glass, a weird eerie feeling.
We started to dig in on the trail. Then they started to hit us with mortars, in half dug foxholes we laid there and took it. Sgt Roach laid flat of his back in a 1 foot foxhole and counted the mortars as they came in, 138.
As soon as it got dark we crawled out of our holes and moved up a little hill, then lay there and watched them mortar our old positions that we had just left.
I know holidays suppose to have a different meaning now, but I have trouble putting the true meaning on Easter and Thanksgiving,
Semper Fi Welcome home Marines
Cpl. Don Johnson
India/3/3 1966-67 3rd Pltn
3rd Squad
