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Talked to Risky today. We are getting older but still remember shit. Things that never go away. I got to FSB JACKSON on the afternoon of July 4th 1969. To be honest I didn't remember till later what day it was. That night we got Mortared. Geo. Johnson and I were huddled together trying to sleep. We were new and had no poncho liner.

Earlier in the evening we had ask one of the old guys where to sleep. He said take you'r pick; top of the bunker or in it. But the bunker has water in it. He ask us where our poncho liners were. We didn't know what the hell those were, he said they were like a blanket that even wet kept you warm. I asked him how to get one, he said the best way was to grab someones who had been killed. This guy had stepped on 3 booby traps and was still in the field, and when he said that, he was so serious it shocked me.

Yeah things happen. When we got mortared 1 man died and one was blinded. Geo. and I weren't really sleeping very well anyway so it seemed prudent to dive into the bunker full of water. I went out into the wire later to pull the blasting caps out of the claymores so the Dust Off could land. Shortly after returning inside the wire I ask that old timer if the man who died had a poncho liner. He said; yeah but it's already taken.

Could I really get that way so Fast?