For: John Doe
Date: January 1, 2010
I knew John
Doe very well when I was assigned to the 3rd Armor Division. During Vietnam, we were both assigned to Delta Company,
5th Battalion, 3rd Armor Division. At the time, I was a truck driver, and John was my gunner. John was
a great gunner. I trusted him. I knew John would never jump ship when things got heated. He always had my back.
Back in November 1967, while transporting
supplies to the front lines, we came under heavy mortar attack from the NVA. I remember being very scared, even though John
was there to keep me safe. It was something about the mission that did not feel right from the very beginning. When we were
hit by an incoming mortar, I remember seeing John blasted from my truck. I can still see his body flying through the air and
landing on top of a nearby dirt hill. As a jumped out of my burning truck I ran over to John to see if he was alive. When
I got to him I could see bone sticking out of his left forearm. John was semi-conscious at the time. I screamed at him, “John!
John! Are you ok?” John did not respond too much, I think he was dazed, confused, and in shock. I yelled for our medic.
The medic applied first aid to John while I called for help.
After the attack was over, a helicopter came
in to pick John up and those who were killed, and those who were badly injured. John was badly injured and disoriented. His
left arm was completely useless, his left leg had many cuts and bruises, the left side of his face was swollen, and his left
ear was bleeding. John was so badly injured I remember thinking that he may not make it.