24.03.2021, 20:16
Lese gerade Special Forces Combat in Vietnam von Leigh Wade der dort von 1963 bis 1971 in allen nur denklichen Bereichen bei den Green Berets war. Er hat eine Unzahl interessanter Beschreibungen von Kampfhandlungen, bei denen mir die Darstellung des Maschinengewehrfeuer im Kontext unseres Stranges aufgefallen ist. Nämlich in Bezug auf die immense Divergenz zwischen dem wie man es im Training macht und wohin das im Echteinsatz führt. Drei Beispiele:
Evidently some of the Cong had take refuge in the house, and the LLDB (Vietnamese Special Forces) started yelling for the machine gun crew. They immediately ran over, threw the gun down and from a distance of twenty-fire meters fired an entire 250-round belt through the flimsy walls of the structure. Christ, it looked like something out of a movie! All this happened before is was able to stop it, and all i could do was mumble "Oh Shit" and hope that the house was not full of woment an kids. As a grand finale to this scene of wanton violence, several other Strikers ran to the building as soon as the machine gun stopped firing. One threw a grenade in the door, and they all emptied their carbines through the windows. I could not even bring myself to look inside into the pitiful one-room hovel. The LLDB seargent walked over to check it out and soon come back with a ho-hum look on his face. "Kill one VC" he reported. Amazingly after all that shooting the dead VC had only a single bullet hole in him and was, remarkably, still in one piece, without any other visible wounds.
Anmerkung: die LLDB waren besonders gut trainierte Vietnamesen welche weniger Spray-and-Pray veranstalteten als die US Truppen in Vietnam.
A minute or so later here thre of the suckers came, wearing black PJs and running like rabbits. My platoon opened up. We were less than fifty meters from the VC, who were running through only sparse cover. I had twenty-nine men with carbines and one machine gun. They all missed! At the last second as i realized that all three of the enemy were going to get away i stood up and snapped five fast shots at the last VC, just as he disappered from view. I thought i hit him but was not completely sure.
Und einige Zeit später:
I was only harassing sniper fire. The shooting was coming from the banks of another canal about three hundred meters to our north. In the enemy tree line i thought i could make out a little movement and a spot of black uniform. I´d been a shooter since i was six years old and had qualified as an expert rifleman. The rifle was sighted for two hundred meters so i held a little over the target and squeezed off a round. Gotcha, didn´t i you son of a bitch! I thought as a wave of exaltation swept over me. Dan came running up in a crouch and knelt on the other side of the tree. Can you see where it is comming from? he asked, flipping up the big sight on ihis M79. Before i could answer there was another fire from where i´d first seen the enemy and Dan spotted it and let one the 40mm shells fly. Moments later the shell detonated in the opposite tree line with an authoritative crack. Looking over the Granads´s sights i saw that the spot of black had disappeared and could discern no further movement.
Evidently some of the Cong had take refuge in the house, and the LLDB (Vietnamese Special Forces) started yelling for the machine gun crew. They immediately ran over, threw the gun down and from a distance of twenty-fire meters fired an entire 250-round belt through the flimsy walls of the structure. Christ, it looked like something out of a movie! All this happened before is was able to stop it, and all i could do was mumble "Oh Shit" and hope that the house was not full of woment an kids. As a grand finale to this scene of wanton violence, several other Strikers ran to the building as soon as the machine gun stopped firing. One threw a grenade in the door, and they all emptied their carbines through the windows. I could not even bring myself to look inside into the pitiful one-room hovel. The LLDB seargent walked over to check it out and soon come back with a ho-hum look on his face. "Kill one VC" he reported. Amazingly after all that shooting the dead VC had only a single bullet hole in him and was, remarkably, still in one piece, without any other visible wounds.
Anmerkung: die LLDB waren besonders gut trainierte Vietnamesen welche weniger Spray-and-Pray veranstalteten als die US Truppen in Vietnam.
A minute or so later here thre of the suckers came, wearing black PJs and running like rabbits. My platoon opened up. We were less than fifty meters from the VC, who were running through only sparse cover. I had twenty-nine men with carbines and one machine gun. They all missed! At the last second as i realized that all three of the enemy were going to get away i stood up and snapped five fast shots at the last VC, just as he disappered from view. I thought i hit him but was not completely sure.
Und einige Zeit später:
I was only harassing sniper fire. The shooting was coming from the banks of another canal about three hundred meters to our north. In the enemy tree line i thought i could make out a little movement and a spot of black uniform. I´d been a shooter since i was six years old and had qualified as an expert rifleman. The rifle was sighted for two hundred meters so i held a little over the target and squeezed off a round. Gotcha, didn´t i you son of a bitch! I thought as a wave of exaltation swept over me. Dan came running up in a crouch and knelt on the other side of the tree. Can you see where it is comming from? he asked, flipping up the big sight on ihis M79. Before i could answer there was another fire from where i´d first seen the enemy and Dan spotted it and let one the 40mm shells fly. Moments later the shell detonated in the opposite tree line with an authoritative crack. Looking over the Granads´s sights i saw that the spot of black had disappeared and could discern no further movement.