1330 Local Time
1 February 1966
Song Ve Valley, RVN
Operation Double Eagle
Danny was severely unhappy; first Sergeant Garcia had split he and Nik up by putting them in different fireteams, and yesterday Nikki got hit and MEDEVAC'ed to the rear. Despite being in country with the squad for three and a half months now, he felt completely alone without his best friend. After the helos came and resupplied the company, then left carrying their wounded safely away, the company dug in and occupied its night defense positions, posting OP/LPs and going to 50% in the holes. Danny found it impossible to sleep, it was the first time in the field that he and Nik weren't sharing a hole. The company was up before dawn, and after a quick piss, brushing of the teeth, and some cold C-rats, they stomped in their holes, hoisted their packs, and began sweeping north up the Song Ve Valley.
It was the squad's turn on point when Sgt Garcia called them to a halt, told them to take a knee while he checked the map and checked in on the radio. They were currently atop a finger of Hill 133, but about to come down into some relatively open terrain, with ridgelines to their left (northwest) and right (southeast), as they pressed ahead to check out a fishing village in the northeast. "Alright, Thomas, you take point, and take it easy, take your time, I got a bad feeling about this one." "Roger, Sergeant G," replied Danny.
The Marines are from Jimmi's Flashpoint Minis.
The Viet Cong are from Martin's Peter Pig.
*The exclamation point is because I gave them 5K and 7S dice and they didn't hit anyone, and only pinned/suppressed two guys. They need to schedule a little range time...
"Alright, cover me," Cpl Little said (far left), I'm going to get Danny.
"Yeah, well wake his ass up! And good, now I can prove to the Gunny I ain't the only one..."
"Shut the @#$% Holmes, that ain't ours," replied Sergeant Garcia, "that's Commie mortars, now get down, and keep an eye across the road in case the dinks come at us."