User:DeltaOp/ Story

My name, Sergeant Paul Curtis. This my story, as a soldier in SOG.

I started out as a Devil Dog. My M14, and me. I was an outstanding sniper, and it helped that my dad taught me how to track animals when I was 9.

I got promoted to Corporal after I took out an trench full of VC. They had Alpha Company pinned down, and the weather was bad. Air support was out of the

question. I was called up and I set myself up on a little tree. Thank god it was day, or else they would have seen my muzzle flashes in an instant.

23 kills. That was the report, I nailed 23 commies. That's when I got plucked.

I was pretty damn scared. The SOG. Studies and Observations Group. This was stuff Greenies did in Laos and Cambodia. There were guys

all over the services. There was a couple Marines, a Seal, and 2 Army "Lurp" guys (Long Range Recon Patrol). They gave us these tricked out

guns, M16s, but better. They shortened the barrels and added a collapsible stock. I missed my ole M14, but man this thing looked sick. They

called it a "CAR-15". They let me keep my M1911 though, which was pretty good. The two Lurp guys got some "scope" thing for their guns.

Me and the Seal prefered the iron sights. Well Captain Jackson is calling us to the briefing tent, I'll have to write later. -3/24/67

Damn, it's hard writing in the helo. These Huey choppers are amazing, that one long piece of metal keeping us in the air. Anyways, these gunship gunners are just spraying at everything. Jesus, I'm sweating like hell and those Lurp guys are just smoking, chilling near the back of the chopper. Damn everyone must feel like Mr. John Wayne himself. Mrs. Jenson told me to say, "The Lord is my shepard" in times of need. Well I'm going to need the Lord's help. Shit, a chopper just got taken out. There was this gaint fireball that erupted from the forrest canopy and Boom, the chopper was gone. That's a pretty eerie feeling. -3/24/67

Paul Curtis swatted the back of his neck at the ungodly amount of insects flying around. A Lurp guy looked at him sharply at the sound of his hand hitting skin. They all moved slowly, making sure not to step on anything that would make noise. The lead Seal made some hand motions and the two Lurp guys nodded. When I looked back after looking at the 4 Marines behind me, the Seal guy was gone. With him gone, he could see the lone shape of a man, the Seal had blocked. Suddenly he saw another shape pop out and strangle the VC. Soon the jungle erupted into gunfire and the Seal was riddled with bullets. Curtis immediately started to spray his CAR-15 accurately, but the muzzle flash completely blocked the iron sights. Things were going bad. Fast. -3/25/67