June 5th
After the attack on May 12, 1969 the guard bunker on top of Gun Number Four’s
projo bunker had been reinforced; a chain link RPG fence was placed in front of
it, and the area where the mortar platoon had been hit was bulldozed, giving
number four a more clear firing zone in the event of a ground attack. I was on
guard in that bunker the night of June 5, 1969 with Jan Maclaga from Number Four
Gun Section. Rain clouds hovered above and as a light rain began to fall slowly
down, we put on our ponchos. It was so dark we couldn’t see more than ten feet
in front of us and the sound of the falling rain made it nearly impossible to
hear.
It must have been around midnight when a trip flare went off and rockets started
landing. Shortly all hell broke loose. Somebody popped a flare and I remember
Maclaga saying, “My god look at all of ‘em, they’re like ants”. Almost
immediately Jim Moore from Number Four came up the ladder to help. We cranked
the .50 cal up and fired a burst. I was on the left side, Maclaga in the middle
feeding and Moore was guarding our open side by the ladder, so if anyone got
through he could pick them off before they could blind-side us.
I had remembered hearing on May 12th that the machine gun had jammed so I kept
thinking to fire bursts and pause so the barrel wouldn’t overheat and force us
to change barrels. We had an extra barrel up there with us as well as an
asbestos glove, but I knew when changing barrels, if you didn’t put it back in
exactly the same way the gun had to be retimed, which could have been critical.
Every time I paused, Sgt. Huff, number four’s crew chief would yell up to us
asking what was wrong. He would yell at us - I would yell back down everything
was okay and fire for awhile. Every thirty seconds it seemed our RPG screen
would save us. I was absolutely amazed how well it worked. They kept firing
RPG’s but nothing got through the screen. There were aiming sticks jutting up
out of the sandbags and, though I had a very wide range of motion with the 50
Caliber, I tried to be careful to stay between the sticks for fear of hitting
one of the other bunkers. I had fired .50’s in training but not to that extent
and I remember the machine gun almost jumping up as it barked like an angry dog
trying to get to an enemy.
As morning approached I remember telling Maclaga that I had never been so tired
in my life. At dawn we saw the destruction in front of us. One of the infantry
guys in the bunker just forward and to the side of us had been killed and sadly
we heard Brupbacher in the bunker on the other side had also lost his life to an
RPG. I didn’t know him personally but have thought about him many times over the
years.
I will never forget how cool both Maclaga and Moore were the whole time we were
under attack. The men of number four gun section gave a great account of
themselves and after that I felt much safer every night when I lay down to sleep
knowing those guys on number four were on the perimeter of our battery, between
me and the enemy.
Mike Cumiford
Alpha Btry 6/27th Arty
Then and
Now
Apr 69 to Jun 70
Read Mike's Memory of May 12, 1969 at Quan Loi
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