The Tiger Hunt
Now this is a no BS true
story!!!
I got hit with
"HERO" detail.
Not as bad as Mess detail,
but no fun.
We called it "hero
detail" because you had to put on your combat gear and patrol the
perimeters
and run short patrols.
Now, none of us were grunts
(not to disparage those fine men), but more like technicians.
But as we all learned very
early in our USMC tours, our primary MOS is always 0311 (grunt).
Well, I got my sh&t together and headed to
security.
Remember those nice watch
towers by the flight line, nice roofs to keep
you from getting soaked
from the rain? Nice lights
to aim so you could see everything?
Forget that crap, those were
dummies, targets!!
You ended up in a two man
fighting hole with another guy at least 60 meters from that.
Pretty clever, but miserable.
On to the hunt.......
We checked in to the
security area and received our assignments,
I got a roving patrol. Our old rotted flack jackets clicked like a
herd of armadillos.
I can remember thinking, how
the heck are we supposed to patrol making noise like this!!!
During briefing, we were
told a tiger had been spotted by one of the nearby villages,
and if we should encounter
it to dispatch it.
Man, if this wasn't a bitch,
wander around with this old noisy crap
we were wearing,
worry about sappers and then
a tiger!!!
We used a standard diamond
formation and be - bopped out, of course we had some stupid password
that had a lot of "r's
" and "l's" since the gooks couldn't pronounce them right.
Off we went ......RATTLE,,,
SNAP,,,,CRACK, as we went through the
bush.
I think the worse part was,
I didn't even know these guys. And I was supposed to be in charge!!?
Dark as ink, more stumbling
than patrolling.
All of a sudden........BRRRRRAAAAATTTTTTTTTT,
BRRRRRRRRRATTTTTTTTTT.
It came from right over my
shoulder. I hit the deck ( or oooze from the forest sludge), and heard
this guy yelling.
"I GOT HIM!!!! I GOT THE TIGER!!!!!!!!!"
I yelled back " Quit
shooting you dumb F*&k!"
Now I was scared, our
position was totally compromised, and I'm out in the sticks with a
total bunch of dumb asses.
I thought about popping a
aerial flare knowing we would be reinforced in minutes, but was
worried about giving out our
position.
We called in on our radio and were told to wait a few and
then investigate.
I sent the word to sit
tight, and we lied in the foul mud for a few more minutes.
No sounds, no activity, we
worked forward about 100 yards and
found.....................
A rotted tree stump with
fresh bullet holes.
We radioed in again and got
the OK to work our way back.
Yeah right, we got the
tiger!!
This was not to be the
scariest Hero Detail though............
Mike