Rain, and rice paddies, two constants in country.

The third constant of course was expecting the unexpected. Thus living life on a knife edge.

The attack on Dinh To was no different than any other. Hell this time they almost had a full platoon of tanks.

But of course those asses, had raced ahead at the first shots, leaving us ground pounders high dry mused Walker. Ha, high and dry. I am neither he said out loud. “What you talking about Walker? Said Pvt Cribbs. “I’m saying, I aint dry and I aint high mother. Those damn tanks left us, and” He was cut of at the sound of …Whoosh Whump!! Whump..Whump.. “Incoming!”

Walker, Cribbs and the squad were spread out advancing down the hill toward the paddies. Rounds were ranging them in. “Move, move!! Down the hill!

They ran! They slid, they helped one another through the sodden ground, down, out of line of sight.

Hunkering down they counted off. All present thank God. 50 yards away more Marines were being peppered by the big 60mm rounds as they splashed into the paddies. They too took cover.

“F^ck I hate rain and paddies” said Walker to no one in particular He wondered what the hell was next?