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3/17/2025, 9:36:00 PM
>>4964972
The platoon leader told them all to relax and that they were just orangatans and that they lived in Asia, so they simply shot a few rounds near them and they all took off screaming and howling through the canopy. They finished setting up camp, and they saw nothing more of the Orangtans until later that night, when they began hear screeches and howls all around them, just out of range of their crappy WW2-era flashlights. They ignored it, as creepy as it was, but then the platoon began to once more come under attack, as they again began to be pelted by anything the ”orangutans” could throw at them, with it progressing up until the point where the “orangutans” were hurling soccer ball sized rocks at them, with a few charging into sight just to scream and run back off into the darkness.
They first thought about just ending it and letting loose into the jungle with automatic and their grenade launchers, but they decided that would attract too much attention from any potential nearby Vietnamese elements. So they instead packed up and were out of there by first light. They continued to come under harassment from the “orangutans” until they were a good ten or so miles away, when the harassment stopped.
He hadn't actually about his encounter until one night last year when him and I were drinking and he was going over his experience in Vietnam. Apparently the whole thing came off as rather funny to him, but he had always just thought they were orangutans, not even aware that they don't live in Vietnam until I told him. Which he of course insisted they did, since you know, he saw them. I asked him how large they were, but said he didn't really know to certain since he never got a good look at them on the ground, but he estimated them to be around 4 to 5 in a half feet tall. “Viet-Cong” sized was the words he used.
The platoon leader told them all to relax and that they were just orangatans and that they lived in Asia, so they simply shot a few rounds near them and they all took off screaming and howling through the canopy. They finished setting up camp, and they saw nothing more of the Orangtans until later that night, when they began hear screeches and howls all around them, just out of range of their crappy WW2-era flashlights. They ignored it, as creepy as it was, but then the platoon began to once more come under attack, as they again began to be pelted by anything the ”orangutans” could throw at them, with it progressing up until the point where the “orangutans” were hurling soccer ball sized rocks at them, with a few charging into sight just to scream and run back off into the darkness.
They first thought about just ending it and letting loose into the jungle with automatic and their grenade launchers, but they decided that would attract too much attention from any potential nearby Vietnamese elements. So they instead packed up and were out of there by first light. They continued to come under harassment from the “orangutans” until they were a good ten or so miles away, when the harassment stopped.
He hadn't actually about his encounter until one night last year when him and I were drinking and he was going over his experience in Vietnam. Apparently the whole thing came off as rather funny to him, but he had always just thought they were orangutans, not even aware that they don't live in Vietnam until I told him. Which he of course insisted they did, since you know, he saw them. I asked him how large they were, but said he didn't really know to certain since he never got a good look at them on the ground, but he estimated them to be around 4 to 5 in a half feet tall. “Viet-Cong” sized was the words he used.
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