At about 1030 hours we came upon an abandoned enemy base camp; we swept through gathering intelligence, taking photos of dug in defensive positions & the general layout of the camp. Some 15 minutes later we moved through the back side of the backside of the camp onto a trail that led uphill. Chuck decided to halt the team at the top for a security break & lunch. We formed a defensive perimeter & every other man ate his lunch whilst the other maintained security watch.. I situated myself so I could see over Bob’s shoulder up the trail & Bob & one of the tail gunners could see over my shoulder & down the back trail.
I looked at the ‘Yard & suddenly his eyes got real big & he unloaded a full magazine down the back trail; at the same time Bob got hit in his left hand & wrist. I turned & fired a B-40 rocket back down the back trail, tossed Bob field dressing & reloaded…it was on.
Suddenly SOMETHING landed in our midst, to this day we’re not sure what is was, a grenade, B-40 round, but the explosion knocked me down & all of us were hit; Chuck yelled “Toby you asshole, was that you??” ‘Tweren’t me as I got knocked on my ass like everyone else. We kept up the fire til Chuck called for a retreat, but I can truthfully say RT California acquitted ourselves very well!! We went up against an estimated reinforced squad & kicked some BIG ass; yeah, we all got hit but we gave back much better that we got!!