>>4964971
Well him and his squad were by themselves, when they stumbled into a clearing void of any plant matter on the ground. Instead there was a large number of these beds that had been constructed with leaves, thatch, and mud, all clumped together a few feet away from one another. Immediately they suspected that it was Viet Cong activity, so they marked the area and reported by to the rendezvous. The Platoon moved in and it quickly became clear that it wasn't a VC camp. There were no boot prints or evidence of any tents having been set up, with not even the remains of a campfire.
They shrugged, and decided that it was either not a camp or one that was so old that it didn't matter. So they laid down their packs and began set up camp. Usually they had to worry about snakes when setting up camp, as doing so involved clearing and moving a lot of logs, rocks, and brush but as the area was completely picked clean it of everything really they just had to set up their tents.
They got about halfway through setting up their tents and starting some fires, when they began to come under attack from up in the canopy, with an assortment of small rocks, sticks, and feces being thrown at them from up above. Looking up, my Grandfather saw a large number of βOrangutans without the face flapsβ staring down at them, sat on the canopy and hanging down from branches and vines. A few of them were round like a normal orangutan, but most of them were on the skinnier side, their fur ranging from ginger red to dark, almost black, brown.
