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Norsworthy) locked Marines on and held them accountable to the highest
standards of gunnery and vehicle knowledge… somehow you just wanted to
avoid eye contact with Johnny yet were challenged to reach his expectations
of responsibility.
Moving on I came to various Marines, all in their stages of
preparation for the showdown. The chatter was the same, pretty much, as I
bounced around from crew to crew… it was beginning to get late in the day.
Suddenly, Delta Company encrypted radios began to pipe up, “Delta
Company this is Delta 7. Send Echo 3 Witcher to American Hero…”
“Roger,” came a reply from Sgt Yancey…. “He’s standing right here.
I’ll send him your way.”
“Copy that…. Delta Company, Delta Company this is Delta 7, stand by
to receive tray rations at Delta 6’s POS.”
I shouted up to Sgt Yancey who was in the command hatch of his
LAV-25, “I heard that Sgt. Yancey, I’m Oscar Mike. Looks like it’s going to be
the last group supper. I bet it’s going to be good.”
About that time, moving up from the south of our positions we could
make out the tell-tell sign of the chow trucks slowly making their way across
the desert floor. The slow growling of their tired, but yet still capable,
engines piping off in the distance.