It's the morning of 8 January 1968, and the squad is hurting, but there's a job to do. They're leading the assault into the NVA-held town of Kham Duc. To accomplish this task they've been reinforce with armor from the 25th Infantry Divison. The squad has one M-48 and two M-113s in direct support. Bravo and Charlie Companies are in blocking position to the east on Hwy 14, sealing off any support from the outside, while Alpha punches into the city from the east. Due to heavy casualties, the 25th is taking an 'operational pause' to regroup and reorganize in the north, west, and south.
Sgt Malone, now running the show, rounds the men up and gets them ready.
There is one NVA remaining in the north position, and he's taken a lot of stress, so much that his morale test modifier is -12; once again I'm sure an enemy is about to run before my eyes. But he somehow passes, goes prone, and fires wildly in the direction of Kruc/Thomas/Bradley (off camera to right), hitting nothing. Malone returns fire, lightly wounding him. Next time he tests he has to run, he has like 15 stress!
The squad moves up, consolidates, preps its wounded for evac. The tank is low on ammo and both tracks are damaged, but everyone knows how important it is to at least gain a foothold in Kham Duc. Shortly thereafter the CO comes on the radio, orders the squad to fall back. Night is falling, and the NVA have really turned up the pressure in the east, so reinforcing the squad's position is impossible. The wounded are loaded on the back deck of the tank, the men on the tops of the tracks, and the weary force withdrew back to the battalion's lines for the night. The boys are not happy...
Kolb got hit pretty bad, is being evac'ed to Japan for a couple months, but Abercrombie will be okay, just light duty at BAS for five days.
I can't take it anymore!