Day after the siege began our  life was  to  be

day-to-day . The Hueys Choppers stationed there started to leave . At night the B 52 bombers pounded the area rocking the base . Shells were also coming in from the New Jersey with its 16 inch guns. With all the bombing and air strikes we were told that there would be massive casualties on the NVA side with the possibility of the Dubonic plague.

Even with the heavy bombardment the NVA still fired into the  base each day .   During the day we would sit on top of our foxholes and watch as military jets would sweep down over their positions and drop napalm . You would see them scramble out  before the drop and scramble back into their positions before the jet came back with machine gun fire .

Each day there was casualties you never knew if that day was going to be yours. At night one of our jets was shot down . The word we got was that one of the marines went out and saved the pilot. Do not know if this was true. At night the sky would be lite up with illuminating flares dropped by our planes and from our mortars .

The green scenery that was once a beautiful landscape in front of us   was changing each day as the green foliage stated to dry out . Agent Orange was taken its toll . Each day and night planes would drop the chemical in front of us and on the NVA positions. What was once a beautiful green lush jungle was becoming died out and decaying . Making it even more depressing with nowhere to go but waiting if this day was your day

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