TerribleTobyt
02-12-2005, 16:45
...is an important date for me.
On this date 34 years ago, RT California, SOA, CCC, 5th SFGA, was on Day Three of a seven day mission. Our target designator was OSCAR-50. The area was in the Plei Trap Valley, close to the NE part of Cambodia.
That day, RT California consisted of 1-0 SSG Chuck Clayton, 1-1 SSG Galen L. Musselman (aka "Motorpool"), 1-3 CPT Bob Camors, and yours truly, 1-2 SGT Toby Todd. Four US Special Forces soldiers, plus 10 Montagnards, total of 14.
About 1030, we came upon an abandoned enemy camp that had recently been inhabited. We spent approximately 20-30 minutes gathering intelligence, 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 in a defensive perimeter, and took turns eating our lunch. We wanted to record our recent finings on paper, as, to a man, we felt enemy contact was immenent.
I was situated so I could observe past the "tail gunner" section of RT California; i.e., over the shoulders of CPT Camors, who had an M-60 MG, and on of the '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", which we later determined to be a heavily reinforced squad of hardcore 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 asshole was that you??" 'Tweren't me, as it got me, too. Everyone was hit, but we continued firing aggressively. The guys were throwing hand grenades, shooting, and calling S/C a bunch of 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" White, 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 resistence 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 and then medevaced to the General Hospital in Pleiku for more definitve care.
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 over the years. I lost track of MTP in the early 80s, about the time 1st SFGA was re-activated. Recently I have had telephone conversations with him, so I can now say that the USSF on RT California that day, are still alive and kicking.
Not so 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 part of RT California, Special Forces, and the US Army.
Toby Todd
1-2
RT California
On this date 34 years ago, RT California, SOA, CCC, 5th SFGA, was on Day Three of a seven day mission. Our target designator was OSCAR-50. The area was in the Plei Trap Valley, close to the NE part of Cambodia.
That day, RT California consisted of 1-0 SSG Chuck Clayton, 1-1 SSG Galen L. Musselman (aka "Motorpool"), 1-3 CPT Bob Camors, and yours truly, 1-2 SGT Toby Todd. Four US Special Forces soldiers, plus 10 Montagnards, total of 14.
About 1030, we came upon an abandoned enemy camp that had recently been inhabited. We spent approximately 20-30 minutes gathering intelligence, 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 in a defensive perimeter, and took turns eating our lunch. We wanted to record our recent finings on paper, as, to a man, we felt enemy contact was immenent.
I was situated so I could observe past the "tail gunner" section of RT California; i.e., over the shoulders of CPT Camors, who had an M-60 MG, and on of the '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", which we later determined to be a heavily reinforced squad of hardcore 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 asshole was that you??" 'Tweren't me, as it got me, too. Everyone was hit, but we continued firing aggressively. The guys were throwing hand grenades, shooting, and calling S/C a bunch of 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" White, 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 resistence 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 and then medevaced to the General Hospital in Pleiku for more definitve care.
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 over the years. I lost track of MTP in the early 80s, about the time 1st SFGA was re-activated. Recently I have had telephone conversations with him, so I can now say that the USSF on RT California that day, are still alive and kicking.
Not so 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 part of RT California, Special Forces, and the US Army.
Toby Todd
1-2
RT California