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Rolling Thunder
Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: Mark Berent
Pages: 10
Copyright: 1991
Price: FREE! (eBook)
An American Air Attaché in war-torn Cambodia finds himself in an unusual and unforeseen position.
In the January of 1973 we in Defense Attaché Office in the American Embassy, Phnom Penh, Cambodia, found ourselves in an unusual situation. President Nixon had declared his Southeast Asia policy of Vietnamization was succeeding. In Vietnam, all US forces were ordered to cease fighting and that included air assets as well as the ground troops. Yet we had authorized air support until August 15.
What did all this mean to me, the Air Attaché (AIRA) in the Embassy? First off, it meant I was in the loop to approve all B-52 strikes, secondly it meant, along with my co-workers, a daily briefing to the Ambassador and the Country Team about how things were going on the battlefield. Theoretically, we should have had no other involvement. But war always skews things in unforeseen ways.
My office suddenly had the task of taking over where Blue Chip left off. Now, Blue Chip was the USAF 7th Air Force command post at Tan Son Nhut AB, SVN whose job during those war years was to manage all air assets, i.e., approve and schedule all war-related missions. And that mission is what I found myself in charge of for a few weeks until a new CP was established at Nakhom Phanom (NKP), Thailand.
Excerpt
I had a camera around my neck and snapped many a picture. A few stand out in my mind. Sam and I were in a forward area when we began to be mortared. Now I’m just a run-of-the-mill fighter jock who really had no infantry training. We were at the edge of an open field near a tumbledown hooch on stilts. At the base of one of the poles was, I thought, excellent cover… a giant water vat maybe four feet high and two or three feet in diameter. I ducked down behind it and immediately felt as if someone had very forcefully thrown dirt against my back. A mortar, probably 40mm or so, had impacted behind me and what I thought dirt was really light chunks of shrapnel. Another guy, an officer, received quite a slice along his cheek. Turned out the water vat was empty and as dried out as a cookie, the mortar round had blasted it to pieces.
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