(photo Bill Fargo)

With two weeks left in-country I was sent out on Operation Manhattan.  In the middle of nowhere in the mud.  This was in late July or early August '67.  Lots of shooting going-on.  Our ground FAC (who I am not sure I have identified correctly as Capt. Robert C. Smith) was living in the mud and the snakes with us.  It was a short Op but miserable.  I wanted to go home.  I did not enjoy the perimeter probes and the incoming to say the least.   I remember throughout the hell of this operation you could look outside the TOC and down the hill and see a neon cross on a Catholic church in the Ville.  It was an uneventful convoy in and out which was a surprise for all of us. 

Bill (Chirp 95).