Introduction I will always remember Bob French as being both, one of the luckiest troopers in our unit, as well as one of the most unluckiest. It was Monday, June 19, 1967, we were out on a battalion size search and destroy mission going from one stinkin’ rice paddy after the next. For several hours after gettin’ off the boats, it seemed like another long boring hike when all of the sudden all hell broke loose. Our unit had walked into an ambush and the Viet Cong really let us have it. 50 Caliber machine guns, small automatic weapons and recoiless rifle fire had us pinned down – guys were being picked off left and right. Bob, just a few feet from me, was hit in the lower back by a sniper off to our left. He was in major pain, but our medic, Bill Geier, came rushing up to tend to the wound and give Bob morphine. As soon as we could, we loaded Bob on a medevac chopper ……but as the pilot lifted off, he was hit and the chopper sat right back down throwing the rear rotor hard to the right, thus throwing Bob back out onto the ground. Later in the afternoon as the battle began to subside, Bob was finally lifted out of there with many other wounded buddies. Everyone believed Bob would survive and would be sent home – but no, several months later after he recovered, he returned to Charlie Company to resume our patrols searching for the enemy. Bill Reynolds – November 3, 2000