posted on May, 3 2013 @ 04:49 AM
Got one my old man told me, from his time in Vietnam. Luckily for him he was in Battalion HQ, so he didn't have to go out on patrol as much as the
rest of the guys, but would still get rotated out for the odd patrol a couple of times each month.
One time, was out on Ambush Patrol, as Section Commander (Squad Leader in US parlance). Was a single section, overnight Ambush Patrol. Anyways, they
went out after dark, set up their ambush just outside one of the local villages, and sat waiting. About 3 hours into the patrol, his forward scout
comes back saying he has heard an incoming patrol, guessing 10-15 people in size, and what orders my old man wanted to give the rest of the lads. Old
man tells him to let the other guys know that they will use standard tactic of drawing em in as close as possible, and would spring the ambush then.
They would know when to fire when the machine gunner opened up. They wait another few minutes, MG opens up, and they unleash hell. No survivors, old
man tells his Section to wait til light to go in and get a confirmed count etc. Next morning, they go in to do the count, and find that they had shot
up the local village mayors racing dogs. Anyways, dad tells the lads to count em all up, and they would put down however many confirmed kills, then go
back to base.
Now, they get back to base, go to the Ops Room, dad gives his report to the Duty Officer, then the lads go do their usual thing. About 2 hours later,
old man gets a call from the Duty Officer to go see the CO. Old man has no idea why, but reports as ordered. Conversation goes like this:-
CO - "Corporal, how many confirmed dead did you have in that ambush last night?"
Dad - "9 Sir. Why?"
CO - "9 Confirmed killed. Is that your final answer?"
Dad - "Yes Sir. Again, why???"
CO - "Were they human?"
Dad - "Sir??? *puzzled look*"
CO - "Listen Corporal, I know they were dogs........."
Dad - "Uuuummmmm, ok"
CO - "Listen Corporal, I know they were dogs because the Mayor just came in and ripped # outta me saying I had his racing dogs killed. The prick used
to rig the races so his dogs would win, and he could make more money on top of his usual paycheck. Personally, I don't give a #. I'm actually happy
son, cause I lost a decent amount of money betting against that bastards dogs. I'm just stoked the prick got a dose of his own medicine. I may not
get my money back, but knowing he can't win anymore for a while makes me happy Oh and by the way Corporal, if anyone asks, the bodycount was 9, we
had nothing to do with his dogs winding up dead! "
Old man walks out laughing his arse off, even though his heart was in his throat in the beginning thinking he was gonna get court-martialled for
filing a false report.