We may not have been captured, but we were captive—restricted to a fire support base as our lives dragged along second by second. It was a year’s tour –31,536,000 seconds with no place to go. Instead, we spent those seconds firing our howitzers at different times of day and from different places, never stopping for long. It was 24/7, relentless and mind numbing.
FSB Washington held many and varied surprises for us. One hot, dry afternoon a Huey helicopter landed, but so many come and go that I paid little attention. Someone yelled something indistinguishable about the contents [...]