| I arrived In Country 11 Aug. 68 and 10 days later arrived at Eagle. After a couple of nights on the berm I was assigned to Cobra Company, handed 80 or 90 pounds of equipment and a ruck I knew absolutely nothing about packing, and told to go to the pad, and catch the first slick for Bastogne. Using my extensive 16 weeks of military training I ascertained I should go down to where all the choppers were landing and catch a ride for somewhere called Bastogne. Most likely not in France. After arriving at FSB Bastogne some helpful grunts helped me re-pack my ruck before going out to the bush. The thing was a lot lighter without all those cans of fruit, pound cake , beans & franks, boned chicken or sundry packs. |
