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                Mid April we were again reassigned several miles south of the Rockpile on Highway 9 at a base known as Ca Lu. We arrived late in the afternoon and it was pouring rain. We moved into the area and discovered the trench line and bunkers were flooded. Most of us decided to sleep out in the rain under our ponchos. (That's what we did on ambush anyway).

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                We set to draining and rebuilding the bunkers so that they stayed dry. We would dig the holes leaving dirt shelves to act as benches and beds. After digging the hole we would lay down a layer or two of sandbags around the edge. Then we would obtain several wooden ammo boxes with hinged lids. Next the bottoms of the boxes were removed and set aside. The box would be placed, lid side to the inside, on the sandbags. These would be spaced out with sand bags in between. The walls would then be completed with several more layers of sandbags with at least one full course of sandbags above the ammo boxes. The roof timber would then be added and several courses of sandbags placed on top of them. Then a large plastic tarp would be placed on the sandbags. The tarp then had several layers of sandbags placed over it. On the inside, the hinged lids could be opened during the day to allow ventilation and closed at night when the candles were lit to prevent the light from escaping. Two tarps used as a curtain across the bunker entrance at night to block the light. Entering the bunker at night you first get between the tarps and after the outside one was closed, you would enter through the inside one preventing any light from escaping. The extra lumber from the boxes were used to make shelves and tables. Frequently you would also see signs like "Home Sweet Bunker" or (my favorite) "Home is Where You Dig It".

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                In this photo the trench line is located on the left. The sandbags in the foreground are part of the roof on my bunker. My helmet, flak jacket and rubber lady are on top. The Lister bag hanging from the tripod holds drinking water and was cooled by evaporation. The entrance to the command post is near the center of the photo and behind that are the mess tents.   On the hill is the RFs position.

              There was a Regional Forces (RF) unit of the Vietnamese army stationed there. They appeared to be a cross between the army reserve and the girl scouts. When we would take them out on an ambush with us they would often protest as to the choice of our ambush site, "No can do. VC come here." At first we would try to explain to them the principles of Ambush 101: "We hide. VC come. We kill.", but they would not put themselves at risk. Due to the politics involved, we would then have to proceed to an alternative "safe" site which met with their approval. Luckily they left the base to us several weeks later. Rumor had it that Capt. Ripley was too intimidating to their commanding officer.

 

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                Squad returning from an ambush. This photo is looking north on Highway 9. A mile or so behind them was a bridge where we also had a unit set up to provide security. I cannot remember the name of the Marine in the foreground carrying the M-60 machine gun. On the left is one of the RFs.

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                At Ca Lu the Army had brought in a 175 mm self-propelled cannon, which they fired off occasionally over the next several weeks. It was located over near 3rd Platoons bunkers on the east side of the base camp. In the photo below I am standing next to the 175 projectiles.

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