I posted this story a year ago today at UT, and thought I'd post it here. I promised my friends in RWA that I'd post my Purple Heart story of long ago, so here goes- 12 February 1971 is an important date to me! On this date 35 years ago, RT California, SOA, CCC, 5th Special Forces Group, was on Day three of a seven day mission. Our target designator was Oscar-50. The area was the Plei Trap Valley of South VietNam, close to the NE part Cambodia. That Day, RT California consisted of One Zero, SSG Chuck C., One One, SSG Galen M. (aka Motor Pool., MTP), One Three, CPT Bob C., and yours truly, One Two, Sgt Toby T. Four US Special Forces soldiers plus ten Montagnards, total of fourteen. About 10:30 AM, we came upon an abandoned enemy camp that had recently been inhabited. We spent appromimately 20 - 30 minutes gthering intelleigence, taking intel photos, measuring depths of foxholes, etc. We then moved off a couple hundred meters to a small hilltop. Since it was close to time for lunch, we arranged ourselves into a defensive perimeter, and took turns eating our lunch. We wanted to record our recent findings on paper as to a man, we felt enemy contact was imminent. I was situated so I could observe past the "tail gunner" section of RT California; i.e., over the shoulders of CPT C., armed with M-60 MG, and one of our 'Yard tail gunners, who had a CAR -15. They could observe down our back trail. All of a sudden, I saw the 'Yard's eyes get big as ashtrays and he opened up. I also observed Bob getting hit in the right arm. He began returning fire with his MG, yelling for us to "lay down a base of fire". I fired the B-40 rocket that was in my RPG-2 tube and tossed Bob one of my field dressings. It was on!!!! Everyone on RT California immediately started firing. I quickly reloaded and got off another round. "Sir Charles", who we determined later to be a heavily reinforced squad of hard-core NVA, was getting worked up as well, but I felt we were in control, until... An enemy grenade, or rocket (to this day, we're still not sure) detonated in our midst. Chuck said: "Toby, you assshole, was that you?" 'Tweren't me, as it got me, too. Everyone was hit, but we continued firing aggressively. The guys were throwing had grenades, shooting, and calling S/C a bunch sorry mo-fos. I had fired four of my six rockets, and was loading the fifth into my tube when Chuck ordered a withdrawal off of the backside of the hilltop toward an extraction LZ that FAC was gonna lead us to. I think the Covey rider was Larry "Six-pack" W., but CRS. As we were withdrawing from the battle scene, Chuck and Bob noticed an enemy soldier in a khaki uniform coming towards us, and they stitched him. We encountered no further resistance on our march to the extract LZ, and were extracted by ladder without incident. We RTB'd back to Kontum, where Chuck, Bob and I were treated then medevaced to the General Hospital in Pleiku (CRS the numerical designation) for more definitive care, to include wound debridement, cleaning us up, and general TLC. I have met a retired LTC Nurse, S L A., on a military discussion board, who tells me whe was stationed there at that time, though not part of the Surgical Team who cared for us. Thanks again to you and your people, ma'am. (She's prolly tiring of hearing this, but I'll never tire of saying it!!!). We stayed a week, and then Chuck and Bob were further medevaced to Quin Nhon. I hooked up with a convoy heading back to Kontum. Chuck and Bob returned a couple of days later, and we once again reassembled RT California. Chuck, Bob and I have stayed in contact through the years. I lost track of MTP in the early 80's, about the time 1st SFGA was re-activated. Recently, I have had telephonic conversations with him, so I can now say that the USSF on RT California that day, are still alive and kicking. Not so for some of our valiant 'Yards. Our point man, Ngron, was killed on my first mission, Sep '70. And Wit (pronounced "Weet") died on 21 Dec 2001, in Kirkland, WA. It was a great day in our lives, because in spite of our wounds, we survived because of strenuous training, and because we believed in each other, and our courageous 'Yards. I'm extremely proud to have been a party of RT California, Special Forces, and the US Army. There it is, boys and girls. Feel free to comment or axt questions!!!