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Date Posted: Fri, July 15 2011, 6:01:36
Author: roy g allen (help find my old buddy)
Author Host/IP: cpe-071-076-177-213.triad.res.rr.com / 71.76.177.213
Subject: looking for friend

I was in B Co. 704th Maint. Batallion. 4th Infantry Div. located at LZ Oasis 23
miles Southeast of Pleiku, Base Camp Enari--it was the night of

Mothers Day May 11 1969. We were getting hit by a batallion size force NVA, when
ever we got hit my orders were to go to a jeep we named

"Rat Patrol", it had a 50 Cal. & 60 Cal. mounted on it. It was parked in front
of the CP tent for security, as the first rockets came into the

compound. I ran to my designated place In the " Rat". I was sitting there
waiting for Staff Sgt. Dunn to join me, rockets were coming in and

mortar flairs were in the sky everywhere, when I saw movement just in front of
me between the latrine and a bunker that surrounded the CP

tent. I could see only enough to think it could only have been NVA. I was scared
to death. I could see he had a gun and he was comming

toward me. I thought to my self that I was going to have to kill this guy or
that I was going to die or be captured. I was already locked and

loaded and on full auto. I raised my 16 to my shoulder and just as I was about
to squeeze the trigger I heard a voice call my name, as it turned

out it was my friend that worked in grave registration which was located just
behind the latrine and above the mess tent for our company. It

was a very emotional experience that happened in a split second. I can see how
friendly fire can happen. Now after remembering all this,

would you believe I can't remember my friend's name?

If there is any one out there that knows the guys that worked in Graves
Registrations at LZ Oasis, please let me know. Welcome home

everybody, and never forget the ones that didn't get to come home.

Roy Garland Allen Jr.
--
Garland & Wanda Allen

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>I was in B Co. 704th Maint. Batallion. 4th Infantry >Div. located at LZ Oasis 23 >miles Southeast of Pleiku, Base Camp Enari--it was the >night of > >Mothers Day May 11 1969. We were getting hit by a >batallion size force NVA, when >ever we got hit my orders were to go to a jeep we >named > >"Rat Patrol", it had a 50 Cal. & 60 Cal. mounted on >it. It was parked in front >of the CP tent for security, as the first rockets came >into the > >compound. I ran to my designated place In the " Rat". >I was sitting there >waiting for Staff Sgt. Dunn to join me, rockets were >coming in and > >mortar flairs were in the sky everywhere, when I saw >movement just in front of >me between the latrine and a bunker that surrounded >the CP > >tent. I could see only enough to think it could only >have been NVA. I was scared >to death. I could see he had a gun and he was comming > >toward me. I thought to my self that I was going to >have to kill this guy or >that I was going to die or be captured. I was already >locked and > >loaded and on full auto. I raised my 16 to my shoulder >and just as I was about >to squeeze the trigger I heard a voice call my name, >as it turned > >out it was my friend that worked in grave registration >which was located just >behind the latrine and above the mess tent for our >company. It > >was a very emotional experience that happened in a >split second. I can see how >friendly fire can happen. Now after remembering all >this, > >would you believe I can't remember my friend's name? > >If there is any one out there that knows the guys that >worked in Graves >Registrations at LZ Oasis, please let me know. Welcome >home > >everybody, and never forget the ones that didn't get >to come home. > >Roy Garland Allen Jr. >-- >Garland & Wanda Allen > > > >Previous Message | Next Message
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