Photo # 1of 4 The approach.

This is the vill as we approached to land prior to Charlie taking target practice at us. Thank goodness the fool couldn't hit the broadside of a blue barn at Fifty feet. We set down and actually shut down for a few minutes while someone did something or another? Maybe a potty break? As we sat in the little LZ between dirt revetments Charlie started zeroing in on us with a rifle. Possiblly one of those bent German rifles that shoot around corners because he couldn't hit a damn thing. The Marines went from casual to full battle dress "Ricky tick" when the first rounds snapped overhead. We being Airdales so we just sat there and watched the circus. Couldn't shoot back as the Marines were right outside my gunners port .50. It would have ruined their fun and frolic anyway. C> Nowotny.