01/29/2015
On a security detail for a truck convoy coming out of Baldy and headed for Chu Lai, was the second time I know I'd shot someone. The APC leading us hit a b***y trapped mine or an IED and did two complete somersaults, landing back on its' mangled tracks. We all went on high alert expecting to be ambushed but the one explosion was all there was.
Waiting on a medevac for the track driver and for the road to be cleared, we finally relaxed a bit. Soon the kids from the few houches around us started towards us with their hands out wanting candy. I noticed one boy not begging like the rest and started paying close attention to him. He finally sidled up to the fuel tank of the truck I was sitting on, an empty JP 4 tanker.
He started taking the cap off the tank below me and fumbled inside his shirt for something he had hidden. When I saw the m-26 gr***de, without taking time to think, I shot him in the head, killing him instantly. The gr***de fell to the ground but didn't explode. I could see the pin was out but the firing handle was intact. Crawling down and securing the gr***de, I noticed the handle was attached with rubber bands to keep it from igniting. What he was going to do was drop in the saddlebag tank and let the diesel eat the rubber bands up further down the road, releasing the triggering handle and explode. We never found out who'd put him up to it but I couldn't have done anything else. He was 10 years old.
War's a bitch that'll kill you.