First Day in the Life of a Grunt
Sgt. Terry Foote
Company C, 1st Battalion (Airborne), 12th Cavalry



I learned many things while serving as an infantryman in Viet Nam. When originally assigned to the 1/12, 1st Cav Div I was a replacement for a unit that was extremely under strength due to having been in the boonies for the last six months. I reported in drew my weapons and gear which consisted of an M-79 grenade launcher, a .45 cal pistol, web gear, rucksack, and all the other various things that go with field gear. I reached my new squad and there was only one man there. The rest were out on the "green line" (a line of towers around the base camp at An Khe). This was the easy duty. I was told what I would need and what to unass immediately. They then took me out to my new squad on the green line and dropped me off with my new squad leader.

The first thing that caught my eye was the size of the squad. We had a five man squad which was the norm. Full strength was 9-11 men. I found out the size of the entire company was ninety eight men when it should have been close to one hundred and fifty men or more. I took a look at my accommodations and all I saw was a bunker. I had to root out a place to sleep. While the light was fading I remember SSgt Horton sticking his head in the bunker screaming "Foote, front and center". I thought "shit, I haven't been here long enough to do anything wrong". It seemed, since I was the FNG that I would go out on the night patrol/ambush outside the perimeter. They considered it on the job training. As we were moving out it began to rain (normal). We were traveling "light" (weapons and web gear only, poncho was optional). I took my poncho because of all the damned rain. We made our rounds about 500 meters outside the perimeter then found an ambush area to set up. Since my guard time came at 3AM (FNG) I laid my poncho down on the ground and laid down on it, pulled the other half over me and settled in for a nap before my guard time. Well, it was raining pretty hard but I thought I'd be smart and wrap up in my poncho to keep dry. Within a half hour I was lying in a puddle of water about 3-4 inches deep. Naturally I figured I had not closed the end up well enough and fixed the problem.

I went in and out of sleep (if you can call it that) until the man next to me pushed me and handed me the watch saying "shhhuuuuu...your shift". I began to unwrap myself from my poncho and found I had about 6 inches of water I was lying in. I took the watch, on the alert to every little noise around me. An hour and a half later I passed the watch on to the next man in line and wrapped myself back up in my poncho then laid back down.

As morning broke someone went by and kicked me to wake me up (as if I was asleep). I stood up and it looked like I had slept in a bathtub. I was soaked from head to toe. When I looked around the rest of he patrol was fairly dry. Of course I had to ask the question. SSgt Horton just laughed as did the rest and told me I made a classic mistake lying on the poncho. Apparently the water soaks through the poncho from the bottom while there is weight on it. The trick is to lie on top the grass and cover up with the poncho. The grass gives you a pad for the rain to run under your body thus keeping the water away from you. They all had a good laugh on me (of course) and SSgt Horton told me to fall in second in the column behind the point man to move back to the perimeter. Then they were sure to tell me to watch out for booby traps because Charlie liked to slip up in the middle of the night and set booby traps along the route they figured we would would take.

After an uneventful return to the perimeter we went to our bunkers to catch a little sleep and attempt to dry out. But guess what, that's not the way it works. It just happened to be my turn to be on day time guard which we pulled in four hour shifts. Of course I at least dried out sitting on top the bunker then about 2 PM I had the opportunity to get a couple hours of sleep but that wasn't going to happen. The rest of they guys in the platoon had to come in one or two at a time to give me advice about how to stay alive in the bush. By the time this was all finished and I'd had my meal of ham and lima beans it was getting dark again. SSgt Rozzell stopped at the bunker and said it was time for night patrol again. I thought, damn, I need a little sleep. Then he told me he was just screwing with me and I got to stay in the bunker that night. Since it was a three man position we took two hour shifts all night sitting on top of the bunker with an M-60. At least that way I got one stretch of four hours sleep and another two hour nap after my second guard shift.

I asked if anyone had set up anything so a man could get some sleep around there. They just laughed and said that was a lot of sleep and to get used to it because it was going to get a lot worse once I climbed on that first chopper for my first air assault. I thought, "this is going to be a long year".

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