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On The Beach
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My failing memory suggests that this was before we went into the mountains [and carnage] west of Tam Ky, so we were still relatively 'unbloodied' except for a few scrapes. Maybe October, 67? For a day or two, I think we were kind of pinned in with the sea at our back, on a white sand beach that was very easily defended. Choppers brought is food and mail and flew in from the sea instead of over land for the 2-3 days were were there. Even night was fairly safe since we had nearly a full moon, clear skies and anything that moved was pretty easily spotted in the white sand. Does any of that sound familiar?
(Bert watches intently as a "local" is giving information. Note his typically discarded helmet appears in the rear; could never get one that fit. )
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