The Bridge at Tan Tru
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I am posting here a copy of the email I sent out the night we discovered our primary destination that morning. Discovered base camp In this group of pictures, you will see me with a group to townspeople. THEY WERE CHILDREN WHEN I BUILT THE BRIDGE! I had my original pictures and they began yelling for friends and pointing themselves out in the pictures. They all remembered us doing the bridge. When I get hole and post the pictures on my website, you will see "then" and "Now" The 287 foot bridge is now concrete, mine was timber. This bridge forever changed my life, gave me direction, a goal. Revisiting it has had a tremendous impact me today at 61. I wish I could describe the feeling so that you would understand just how I felt when these people mobbed, hugged, kissed, held my hand. Keep in mind, whatever you see was all rice paddies and dirt roads...all of it. This was a hamlet of maybe a few hundred people, now it is a town with a modern school for the surrounding students. I hit the ceiling when we came to this American Bailey Bridge. Made of structural aluminum, a squad can put on together like tinker toys in no time. No nuts and bolts all pinned together and clamps. With me is Tran "Tony" Traun, our guide and someone who was excited as I was. My brother was shot in the area of this bridge in '67. I was talking with him on the radio about 2 a.m. in the morning. His platoon and a V.C. unit saw and open fired on each other about the same time. Depending on the length of the bridge, you can add eight foot panels to strengthen the bridge. For example, this is a double, double with two panels side-by-side and two high. The largest you can go is a triple, triple.
A little blurry, but before we built the bridge, we put APC's on a light tactical raft and pulled them across the river. I am haunted by little from the war. But, one thing I do think about are all these graves scattered throughout rice paddies. We swept the road this was taken from for mines every morning. The road was dirt. One morning, two of my men were injured by a command detonated mine. I called in a dustoff, it came quickly. We had one man on and were loading the second on a stretcher. We started taking in heavy small arms fire when the chopper unrepentantly lifted off, dropping my soldier to the ground. I was upset to say the least with the chopper pilot who I thought was a coward. He told me he's come back when we suppressed the ambush. I called in for artillery to take out the V.C. The arty would not fire because a village was behind the tree line. We were all hunkered down behind our vehicles as we were still drawing fire. I had a two recoilless rifles each mounted on a jeep. We loaded them and fired on the graves because the V.C. were behind them. To say the least we took two of them out. And got the enemy. While I had to do that, I regret it to this day. Everywhere we went Mothers wanted to show us their babies and children. I cannot begin to tell you what this scene did for me. Please, read the "Final Thoughts chapter. When folks saw my 40 year old pictures, they hugged, kissed, and wanted to hold my hands. People are the same no matter where you go. they want peace, what's best for their families. They want to laugh, worship how they choose. We're all so much alike that war is insane. This was a very moving and spiritual time for me. The American Soldier got it right! We did win the "Hearts and Minds of the People" And, here is the last picture I took at "The Bridge". These are the children and grandchildren of the folks above. I was trying to take a picture of the bank on the other side when they jumped into the picture. Thank God for the American Soldier.
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