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About the Books
The many authors are members of the Special Forces Team House (list) which
is owned by Bob Jack.
The US Army Special Forces is composed of men who are in excellent physical
condition, high intelligence to be able to think for themselves fast with
the ability to improvise and invent when needed. They are trained to be
a trainer, and a double volunteer for Airborne and Special Forces to go
anywhere in the world on a moment's notice. Their teams are composed of
experts in Communications, Medics, Demolition, Operations and Intelligence
and Weapons.
These are some of their stories.
Motto: De Oppresso Liber - To Free the Oppressed
Excerpts From Vol II:
We had gone less then a hundred yards from the village when we came
to a large bush. It was maybe 15 to 20 feet tall and about twenty feet
round. I started around the right side of the bush and had just cleared
it when two M-2 Carbines opened up. They were both on full auto and sounded
as if they were next to my left ear. In reality they were about 12 feet
away on the left side of the bush. As I dropped to one knee and spun to
see what was going on I saw a form hit the ground. From the time I heard
the first gun shoot and spun around was less then a full second but it
seemed to be in slow motion. I got back up and went over to take a look
at who had been shot?
Jay was to my left about 5-7 meters behind another tree, but on his
feet. He was carrying an M79 as well as his CAR (Carbine Assault Rifle).
We heard the gooks coming down the finger through the elephant grass. Jay
stepped out and when he saw the first individual, he let fly with a canister
round. It looked like a rotor rooter went through the grass. I fired half
a magazine and reloaded. We heard screams and some moaning, and then it
got deathly quiet.
We hit the ground shortly after dark and had a long night
movement to their HQ. When we got about 300 meters from the HQ the team
stopped and got on line. Scot Steel and I gave all our stuff to the other
guys and we loaded up our pockets with all the hand grenade simulators
we could carry.
As a result of an unofficial request, I was sent out to
scrounge some spare “steel inter-locking runway strips” for construction
of defense bunkers. On an A-Team in Vietnam, miles from civilization we
were rather short on requisition forms. When we were told to go find something
for the team, we took that as an order from God to go out, find the stuff,
requisition it by any means possible (trade for it) (steal it) and bring
it back to camp. The best place to find this landing strip material is
where they are building landing strips for aircraft. They built them all
over the place.
When I got to Hai Yen in August or September 1965, Herb
Spangler was the Senior Medic. He and I amputated a foot off one of the
Nungs who had stepped on a bobby trapped 50 cal. round. All the toes were
taken off and part of the foot. We tried to get a medevac in, but to no
avail. The Group surgeon finally told us (via radio) to do a boot top amputation.
Excerpts From Vol III:
Rats were important to the Yards (Montagnard) in and around Dak Pek
as they were considered to be delicacies.
Preven and I grabbed onto a small rock that just broke the surface,
covered our heads with seaweed, and tried to blend in as best we could.
It took an hour before the man finally floated out of sight. Even in the
dry suits we had grown dangerously cold.
The jumpmaster was a LLDB sergeant. I’ll never forget the guy because
he was relatively tall, skinny, and he had a big brown mole on the side
of his face that took up most of his cheek.
We were in Cochabamba, Bolivia, January 1984, for the purpose of training
a Bolivian Airborne Battalion. The drop zone was at an altitude of 8,000
feet above sea level. The jump altitude was another 1,250 feet above ground
level.
My wife back in the States was having a difficult pregnancy with our
youngest child, and I flew into Saigon to call home and check on things
every so often.
Flying in Vietnam from city to city sucked. You sat in the dirt, sometimes
for five or six hours, waiting for a plane to arrive, only to get bumped
off at the last minute by someone who outranked you.
By mid-afternoon FAC advised us that the weather was settling
and that we needed to get extracted before the ships couldn’t fly. FAC
located a small clearing for us and we headed that way simultaneously engaging
enemy troops and trying to locate our cowardly “little people.”
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The R-complex
By COL Tom Davis: John Crown believed that his Special Forces training
and missions existed now only as distant memories. But when his pregnant
wife is killed in an “accident” at the hands of cold-blooded, professional
car thieves and racketeers, something else dies too: John’s new life as
a husband, soon-to-be father, and successful software engineer in Atlanta,
Georgia. To track down his wife’s unknown murderers, John sets a
series of ingenious–and deadly–traps for unwitting, criminal prey.
John fast becomes the underworld’s worst nightmare: a Special Forces-trained
vigilante who obeys no law except the one that will bring him peace–the
law of revenge. What he doesn’t know is that some of his prey welcome
the challenge, anxious and willing to play his deadly game–to win. Click
R-complex
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