The Soldier So Ruthless the US Was Afraid to Reward
The Vietnamese jungle air was thick with humidity and lingering gunsmoke. First Sergeant Bob Howard and his elite Hatchet Force special ops team were shaken up after a rough landing, their Huey helicopters greeted by a cacophonic chorus of North Vietnamese bullets that had left several casualties.
The unit began pressing on into the unknown, determined to complete their highly classified mission to find a missing Green Beret. But at the back of the line, Howard was still dealing with sporadic fire from the flanks. He dashed forward to inform the Lieutenant of the threat, but it was too late: they had walked straight into an ambush.
As the jungle erupted with a frenzied onslaught, a thunderous blast knocked Howard off his feet. Coming to in a clump on the ground, he tried to open his eyes, but all he could see was red. What’s more, his hands hurt like hell, and the AR-16 they’d been clutching was long gone.
Suddenly, the air was filled with gut-wrenching screams and a distressing burning smell. With his vision slowly returning, a chill ran down Howard’s spine as he realized what was happening. Working his way down the line of casualties was an enemy soldier wielding a flamethrower. And it looked like Howard was next…
The Vietnamese jungle air was thick with humidity and lingering gunsmoke. First Sergeant Bob Howard and his elite Hatchet Force special ops team were shaken up after a rough landing, their Huey helicopters greeted by a cacophonic chorus of North Vietnamese bullets that had left several casualties.
The unit began pressing on into the unknown, determined to complete their highly classified mission to find a missing Green Beret. But at the back of the line, Howard was still dealing with sporadic fire from the flanks. He dashed forward to inform the Lieutenant of the threat, but it was too late: they had walked straight into an ambush.
As the jungle erupted with a frenzied onslaught, a thunderous blast knocked Howard off his feet. Coming to in a clump on the ground, he tried to open his eyes, but all he could see was red. What’s more, his hands hurt like hell, and the AR-16 they’d been clutching was long gone.
Suddenly, the air was filled with gut-wrenching screams and a distressing burning smell. With his vision slowly returning, a chill ran down Howard’s spine as he realized what was happening. Working his way down the line of casualties was an enemy soldier wielding a flamethrower. And it looked like Howard was next…
The Soldier So Ruthless the US Was Afraid to Reward
The Vietnamese jungle air was thick with humidity and lingering gunsmoke. First Sergeant Bob Howard and his elite Hatchet Force special ops team were shaken up after a rough landing, their Huey helicopters greeted by a cacophonic chorus of North Vietnamese bullets that had left several casualties.
The unit began pressing on into the unknown, determined to complete their highly classified mission to find a missing Green Beret. But at the back of the line, Howard was still dealing with sporadic fire from the flanks. He dashed forward to inform the Lieutenant of the threat, but it was too late: they had walked straight into an ambush.
As the jungle erupted with a frenzied onslaught, a thunderous blast knocked Howard off his feet. Coming to in a clump on the ground, he tried to open his eyes, but all he could see was red. What’s more, his hands hurt like hell, and the AR-16 they’d been clutching was long gone.
Suddenly, the air was filled with gut-wrenching screams and a distressing burning smell. With his vision slowly returning, a chill ran down Howard’s spine as he realized what was happening. Working his way down the line of casualties was an enemy soldier wielding a flamethrower. And it looked like Howard was next…
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