It turns out that maybe "fighting" the drug companies isn't the most brave thing you can do.
One of them almost got Old Man Redactor. That was the NVA sapper school. (I think it's Camp Eagle.) So they had guys creeping up who were really good. They would do stuff like turn your claymore around and then make noise so you set it off and it shoots into you and kills you.
Also was the 101st Airborne sniper school. Really interesting parallel there. They had guys up in towers with starlight scopes. Old Man didn't know why they weren't on the .50cal machine guns on the towers. I think it's because the vibration would have killed them. (Like my earlier post about the Koreans, and just everything in general I posted about him, they didn't really tell you what the frick was going on. This is a common theme when talking to Vietnam vets.)
Anyway, the guys in the towers saw a guy with a scoped rifled creeping up. They called down to him and told him to shoot a grenade at him. My dad had an M79 (the gun that kills the bad Terminator at the end of Terminator 2, which confirms I am cooler than all of you.) Dad is in a foxhole with a guy who is really hardcore who was a Korean War vet, hands it to him because he's got a way better chance. He shoots. The guys runs away. The snipers didn't get him.
So that is how war actually works.
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