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Post by Anonymous Vet on Dec 13, 2002 4:14:37 GMT -5
I remember Hill 488 around November, 1967. Rain, mud so bad it would bury our 105 howitzer trails after a few rounds of a fire mission. I remember my bunker off the side of the hill caving in on me one night. I remember sitting out on top of the parapit bunkers at night, smoking dope, listening to Hendrix, watching firefights out in the valley. I remember a hot Thanksgiving dinner flown in to us on Thanksgiving day. We had to cease fire and let the choppers come in. 279 brian030848@hotmail.com <brian030848@hotmail.com>
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