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No other single force in Vietnam put as much fear into the hearts of the enemy nor gained his respect more then the American snipers. This is a story about one such Marine sniper team, in 1964/65 "Delta-Two- Foxtrot" who helped blazed the trail, gave their best, who hunted the enemy in its own back yard, took out assigned targets without the Viet Cong knowing they were present. Who was feared, hated and yet respected by the Viet Cong. The sniper team was hunted and chased for days and used every trick they knew to get back to base alive. Some teams made it back and still some brave heroes didn't. Semper Fi
No other single force in Vietnam put as much fear into the hearts of the enemy nor gained his respect more then the American snipers. This is a story about one such Marine sniper team, in 1964/65 "Delta-Two- Foxtrot" who helped blazed the trail, gave their best, who hunted the enemy in its own back yard, took out assigned targets without the Viet Cong knowing they were present. Who was feared, hated and yet respected by the Viet Cong. The sniper team was hunted and chased for days and used every trick they knew to get back to base alive. Some teams made it back and still some brave heroes didn't. Semper Fi
In Vietnam's jungle war, only one group of men was feared more than death itself—the Marine Scout Snipers. . . . The U.S. Marine Scout Snipers were among the most highly trained soldiers in Vietnam. With their unparalleled skill, freedom of movement, and deadly accurate long-range Remington 700 bolt rifles, the Scout Snipers were sought after by every Marine unit—and so feared by the enemy that the VC bounty on the Scout Snipers was higher than on any other elite American unit. Joseph Ward's letters home reveal a side of war seldom seen. Whether under nightly mortar attack in An Hoa, with a Marine company in the bullet-scarred jungle, on secret missions to Laos, or on dangerous two-man hunter-kills, Ward lived the war in a way few men did. And he fought the enemy as few men did—up close and personal.
An original, intense story of that war like it really was.
Carlos Hathcock, the man known to many in the US as the deadliest American sniper, indomitable and fearsome, an indispensable asset during the Vietnam War, is a soft-spoken and gentle family man to his folks. The man dressed in the green marine uniform flaunted a white feather on his hat, a sheer badassery, making open ribaldry of the enemy forces and daring them to spot him amidst the green patina of rice fields in Southern Vietnam. This habit of Carlos had earned him the moniker “White Feather”. As was common during war, the enemy had placed a few thousand dollars bounty on many US snipers. But Carlos’ notoriety and badassery was so famed and feared among the enemies that they placed a whopping 30,000 dollar bounty on his head. With 93 confirmed kills and over 300 unconfirmed, Carlos had sealed his place among the world’s deadliest snipers. Crawling his way to the den of his target, waiting in the prowl embracing the stillness of the dead, pulling his trigger with immaculate precision, and returning his way to his tent on the hilltop undetected, with such finesse and expertise that Carlos makes it all look effortless. But knowing the nuanced details of his painfully sluggish mode of transport that would take at least days before he “worms” his way through the swampy and muddy rice fields, during day and night, one cannot stop to think what a harrowing experience it would have been. Carlos, himself was homesick and lonely but that didn’t dent his resolve to butcher the men who had no qualms in firing away at his fellow marines. The lonely nights that Carlos spends ruminating on his bunker on the hilltop, listening to the wind howling through every chink on the makeshift roof, he was reminded of his grandma’s cottage in the countryside in Arkansas. How lovely and boisterous had those days been, Carlos was nostalgic, and his heart had doddered off to a place of remove. It happens often on nights like these. This is a riveting tale of an US marine who was enamored by his profession, lived, and died completely surrendering to the sport of sniping. His tale of scaling great heights and eventually losing it all is equally inspiring and heart breaking.
WHEN YOU'RE IN THE DEATH BUSINESS, EACH DAWN COULD BE YOUR LAST. Raw, straightforward, and powerful, Ed Kugler's account of his two years as a Marine scout-sniper in Vietnam vividly captures his experiences there--the good, the bad, and the ugly. After enlisting in the Marines at seventeen, then being wounded in Santo Domingo during the Dominican crisis, Kugler arrived in Vietnam in early 1966. As a new sniper with the 4th Marines, Kugler picked up bush skills while attached to 3d Force Recon Company, and then joined the grunts. To take advantage of that experience, he formed the Rogues, a five-sniper team that hunted in the Co Bi-Than Tan Valley for VC and NVA. His descriptions of long, tense waits, sudden deadly action, and NVA countersniper ambushes are fascinating. In DEAD CENTER, Kugler demonstrates the importance to a sniper of patience, marksmanship, bush skills, and guts--while underscoring exactly what a country demands of its youth when it sends them to war.
An original, intense story of that war like it really was.
"The American sniper could be regarded as the greatest all-around rifleman the world has ever known. . . ." At the start of the war in Vietnam, the United States had no snipers; by the end of the war, Marine and army precision marksmen had killed more than 10,000 NVA and VC soldiers--the equivalent of an entire division--at the cost of under 20,000 bullets, proving that long-range shooters still had a place in the battlefield. Now noted military historian Michael Lee Lanning shows how U.S. snipers in Vietnam--combining modern technology in weapons, ammunition, and telescopes--used the experience and traditions of centuries of expert shooters to perfect their craft. To provide insight into the use of American snipers in Vietnam, Lanning interviewed men with combat trigger time, as well as their instructors, the founders of the Marine and U.S. Army sniper programs, and the generals to whom they reported. Backed by hard information and firsthand accounts, the author demonstrates how the skills these one-shot killers honed in the jungles of Vietnam provided an indelible legacy that helped save American lives in Grenada, the Gulf War, and Somalia and continues to this day with American troops in Bosnia.
A Vietnam sniper tells his story and reveals the battles he fought even after the war was over... In 1968, Gary Mitchell enlisted in the Army and was sent to Vietnam, where he earned a reputation for keeping his head in extreme situations. This caught the eye of his superiors, who trained him in long-distance shooting, setting him on the path to becoming a sniper. Over a twenty-four-year career, Mitchell had twenty-four confirmed kills, most of these in Vietnam, where intelligence agents “borrowed” him from his Army unit. This is not just the story of a man at war; it’s also about the war within the man, because the memories of his sniper missions followed him home, throughout his career and into civilian life. And as the years went by, the full realization of what he’d done in the line of duty came back to haunt Mitchell’s scarred conscience. With the love and support of his wife, Ellen, he struggled to understand what had happened to him, and what his actions revealed about him. And though the immediate horror of Vietnam was long past, he found himself facing a different kind battle—one that nearly destroyed him.
"Morning was always a welcome sight to us. It meant two things. The first was that we were still alive. . . ." In 1967, death was the constant companion of the Marines of Hotel Company, 2/5, as they patrolled the paddy dikes, mud, and mountains of the Arizona Territory southwest of Da Nang. But John Culbertson and most of the rest of Hotel Company were the same lean, fighting Marines who had survived the carnage of Operation Tuscaloosa. Hotel's grunts walked over the enemy, not around him. In graphic terms, John Culbertson describes the daily, dangerous life of a soldier fighting in a country where the enemy was frequently indistinguishable from the allies, fought tenaciously, and thought nothing of using civilians as a shield. Though he was one of the top marksmen in 1st Marine Division Sniper School in Da Nang in March 1967--a class of just eighteen, chosen from the division's twenty thousand Marines--Culbertson knew that against the VC and the NVA, good training and experience could carry you just so far. But his company's mission was to find and engage the enemy, whatever the price. This riveting, bloody first-person account offers a stark testimony to the stuff U.S. Marines are made of.