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I see a post from Jerry Aggson. Were you B/1/327 in Vietnam from July 65-July 66?

If so, email me at I have some stories that mention you.

I am a county veterans services officer (retired navy diver but successfully fell out of planes at Ft Benning in 1985) and am helping a veteran who was in A Co 1/327, DD214 says CIB and VN service 19Jan71-22Jun71. During Lamson 719. He was just 21 and they threw him and another guy on the freedom bird and he was discharged out of Ft Lewis that same day. Early out for (School Release). 11B40 Lt Wpns Inf.

Did anybody know Bruce Fowler from Warren, Ohio?

I was Plt Leader A/2/327 from Dec 68 to Aug 69. As circumstances evolved I lead all three Platoons. In May 69 in the Ashau Valley, I had a 155mm friendly fire incident. The most seriously wounded was a PFC Ringl, 2d platoon. He was dying in my arms, mostly from shock. I slapped and beat him in the face and luckily revived him, screaming for him not to quit as no one quits on me. Thanks to two very brave Dustoff pilots who flew in after dark without gunship cover, I got all of my wounded out.
Late May 69 I received a letter from PFC Ringl, postmarked (Air?) Force Postal Service APO96267, return address “249th Gen Hospital, APO 96267, Ward 884C”. He thanked me for beating his face and saving his life, (this is my most precious possession from Vietnam). I believe he wrote this left handed as his right was horribly wounded. Any help finding him would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks, Eugene S Lee

Hello everyone. My name is Bill Bruce . I was a door gunner with the 176th AHC ( Minutemen ) Our company was attached to the 101st in Duc Pho and stayed with the Brigade thru Chu Lai during Task Force Oregon.
On or about Oct. 8th, '67 we were assigned to fly C&C for the battalion commander ( can't recall his call sign ). As they were installing the old man's radio up on the CP, we got an urgent call to go out to one of the positions. At the time, I didn't know what for, as the pilots seldom shared that info with the crew chief or myself. They were on a different channel in our Huey.
I recall they didn't exactly know where the position was located and had to home in on the radio signal . We were flying low and fast to avoid any enemy fire, when all of a sudden, we came over a small rise in the terrain and dropped into a rice paddy that was maybe the size of three or four football fields with a dike or trail running thru the middle.
Just as we dropped in , I could see dead NVA laying all over the paddy and live ones running for the tree line on the right. Up ahead on the trail was a man leaning over one of the bodies. I brought the 60 up and was going to open fire on the tree line and the man in the middle of the trail when our pilot said to hold fire. He said maybe if we didn't fire on them, they would let us get by. And they did.
As we got closer to the man leaning over one of the dead NVA, I could see it was and old man with gray, short hair and he was crying over what I assumed was his son. To this day, I'm glad I didn't light him up.
As we approached the intended position, a small hill at the end of the rice paddy, we were told they were receiving sniper fire. We went in anyway and it was then I realized our mission was to pick up the KIAs killed the day before or that morning, as they were stacked next to where we sat down. I don't recall receiving any enemy fire, but we could have and I didn't know it. I was pretty wired up at the time. They loaded nine of the seventeen troopers on board, all wrapped in their ponchos. Another bird came in after us and picked up the remaining eight. It probably took less than a minute to get all loaded and we were off.
Fortunately, we were able to take off on the back side of the hill, which gave us lift while having all the weight of the KIAs . On the way back to the GR at Chu Lai, I could not help but notice that many of the dead had been shot at close range, in the head. Which corresponds with what Col. Lawton wrote about in his article on this website ( Battle of Que Son. ) Many of the wounded were shot where they laid.
More than any other event that I experienced in Nam ( getting shot at, shot down, and shooting VC ), this one stands out the most. I was lucky I had a dry cot to sleep on every night and a canvas tent over my head. And I never had to cry over a dead friend being loaded on board a chopper. My hat is off to you guys and it was an honor serving with you.