Philip
Caputo, a young Marine officer when he served in Vietnam in 1965 and 1966,
shared such an experience in his critically acclaimed 1977 book A Rumor of War: “I saw a (enemy soldier). …
Actually, I saw a twitching beige cloud at the end of the trees; it was the
dust kicked up by the recoil of his rifle. I might have seen the guerrilla
himself, but I could not be sure. He was too far away to hit any of us, except
by accident …”
“I figured this presented an opportunity to redeem [an] earlier
foul-up, [and] with Hollywood heroics. Standing up in front of a stunted tree – it
was the only tree in the paddy and a stupid place to expose myself – I crooked
my arm and pumped it up and down,” a signal for his unit to move quickly.
“Something
slapped into the branches not six inches above my head … A severed twig fell
against my helmet and shredded leaves fluttered past my face. Belatedly, I hit
the deck.”
“Well, there
was nothing random about that. That one had been addressed to me; and so, for
the first time in my life, I had the experience of being shot at by someone who
was trying to kill me specifically.”
“It was not horrifying or terrifying or any of the things it is supposed to be. Rather, it was perplexing. My first reaction … was: Why does he want to kill me? What did I ever do to him?”
“It was not horrifying or terrifying or any of the things it is supposed to be. Rather, it was perplexing. My first reaction … was: Why does he want to kill me? What did I ever do to him?”
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