Fort Benning Ga. mid July, 1967, There were 360 of us trying to penetrate a infiltration course. There were eight machine guns spraying the night air, thirty six inches above the ground. The football size field was wet, muddy and occasionally lit up brightly by the parachute flairs from above and other explosives. Every fifth round from the guns was a tracer round that burned bright as it zipped just above our noses as we lay on our backs trying to scoot under the barbed wire and over other obstacles.
Why did that dammed fool jump up and run? The machine guns cut him half into. The act, out of fear, earned him a trip home in a body bag.
SP-5 James M. Cripps
US Army
1967-1970
VA THE REDNECK WAY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO IT ALONE! 