An American veteran friend told me about the Vietcong landmine that: I was trained as a detect landmine sapper. Every time the patrol team left the base, the people like me had to go first. You’re wondering that what was my first year in VN? It’s all of the feces! Those Vietcong thought of a very abject idea which is they defecate or put feces on burial landmine sites and then fill with soil. Then every morning, I’ll hear the detector metal is bleeping. So the whole team stopped. So I have to dig with my hands around that area. Dig down a bit, my hand will touch a pile of feces. Hook it all up, dig down to the bottom, I’ll run into a can or sometimes a piece of bomb or metal or something. Those things are very sharp and if it cuts your hand you will have a tetanus injection because of the dirty thing they cover above.
In iteration, after that, I waved my hand to inform safety. The patrols went on, trying to get away from me because of the smell in my hands. “Why don’t you wash your hands?”- you’ll ask me obviously . Because friend of mine did that. After hooking on feces, he saw a small pond nearby and went out to wash his hands. Boom! Vietcong put grenade right at the pond edge. After that, no one wanted to grope all the way to the place where they wash their hands because there will be two more feces holes ahead. There are often three holes like this on our way. I guess the Vietcong spied our base with 3 people, and the night they came to bring their feces out to make a teasing the next morning. I can imagine the satisfied faces of those guys when they defecate and think about the next day we’ll have to dig there.
You query that why I have to do that, right? Because during my stay there were 2 real landmines that caused the patrol team to lose 3 people and we deloused about a dozen real landmines. We ambushed many times but couldn’t catch them. After the night of being bitten by mosquitoes, there were no landmines and feces the next day. But that means we were willing to bear this for the others safe (because the morning shift will be a different team). For sure those Vietcong watched us thoroughly. Until I back to my country, I still didn’t face anyone of them. And now you maybe ask me how was my time in Vietnam, I told you it smelled of feces. Twenty years after I came back from Vietnam, I planted vegetables in my garden. Before that, every time I touched the ground, I saw the smell of feces that I used to smell in Vietnam. That’s why I haven’t touched the ground for 20 years.
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