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Our War Was Different , by Al Hemingway, Pgs 85-88
Account given by B. Keith Cossey
2nd CAG, 1966-1968
Quote (just before 1968 TET)

During my friends visit we noticed a kid crouched under a tree, very skinny and looking exhausted. He was too young to be potentially harmful, maybe 11 or 12, so we invited him inside our fortified compound to have some food and a sheltered place to sleep before moving on. Marines were always suckers for orphans......

...17 out of the 19 volunteers were killed. Only 2 survived: Corp. Talbot and my friend. My friend, wounded by shrapnel, was on the ground trying to help another CAP friend of ours who was choking to death after having been shot in the throat. An NVA soldier came from behind and bayoneted them both. When he regained consciousness, my friend saw that he was the only american left alive. The NVA were torturing to death the SV PFs. An NVA soldier spotted my friend moving and motioned to the others he'd go over and kill him. But then a NVA radioman ran over and intercepted the other soldier, gesturing that he'd do the job for him. The fully helmeted and uniformed radio operator came and stood over my friend. It was the kid we'd befriended a week or two previously. The kid motioned for him to lay his head down and pointed his rifle at him. At least, my friend thought, he's going to make it short and sweet and is not going to screw with me like his buddies are with the PFs. The kid then fired next to his head purposely and strode off to report that he had accomplished his mission.That act of kindness we had performed earlier had saved my friends life......