U.S. Army Photo

Shadow Soldiers

(Chau Phu, 1968)

 

On the road to Cambodia in the Province of Chau Doc

there set a place called Chau Phu, the Provincial Capital

 

It is night on 30 January 1968; it is the New Year

Chau Phu was home to Regional Forces who fought VC

 

It was also home to Det.B-42 and other troops unknown

SEALS were there as was Phoenix and Shadow Soldiers of SOG

 

On this dark night came the VC whose Mission was to kill

Kill and rape and torture those who lived in this place called Chau Phu

 

Two Battalions of Viet Cong made the assault and positions

were easily overrun, Regional Popular Forces are easy prey

 

American and other civilians were trapped and targets;

Easy prey for the hordes of VC, examples of them would the VC make

 

Staff Sergeant Dix heard of a nurse who was trapped and easy prey

The Sergeant, rounded up some Phoenix forces and brought the nurse out

 

To the Tactical Operations Center her safety she was given

Again and again Dix would assault the hordes of VC

 

In two days he and his team would kill or capture 59 of the VC horde

and he would rescue 14 civilians and capture unknown numbers of weapons

 

Throughout the city the fighting raged, small teams of soldiers

Small teams of soldiers routing the battalions of VC,

 

Phoenix was rising from the ashes of this city and revenge

Revenge was in its heart and mind, on the bodies of VC it would dine

 

SEALS were taking a horrible toll on the murdering VC foe

Small teams of men, hunting and killing the VC Foe

 

Vipers and Sidewinders and Hammers and Anvils throughout the city

Dying cries of VC resounded throughout the shattered buildings and street

 

VC bodies left in macabre positions of death, eyes wide open staring at death;

all killed in silent swift attacks, their blood spraying the walls and streets

 

VC snipers taking a deadly toll on the defending forces from buildings in the city

H/K Teams fan out the city, looking for snipers on whom they have no pity

 

A flash of sunlight where it should not be, is it a barrel or broken glass I see

Freezing where I lay, I sight on the shattered window in place

 

First to move is the first to die, behind me on the street someone moves

and a suppressed flash I see, in the dim dark behind the flash is a glint

 

A glint of sunlight flashing on the sight of the hidden VC

slowly swinging the barrel to its place, movements slow and without haste

 

Again, that flash of light where it should not be, once more and it will not be.

Time stands still as for the flash I wait, there it is; fire now and for him it’s too late

 

A high velocity round through her sight smashes, her body smashed back

against the wall and then pitches forward and through the window she falls

 

Her body lies dead on the street. If she had been careful it might have been me

but she wasn’t and now she’s just some more carrion for the dogs and hogs to eat.

 

I wait to see if she was the only one, I signal my one-one

He eases forward an inch at a time, touches her outstretched hand

 

She’s dead and that’s that; move into the building and search for more Cong

Building secured and on to the next we go, scene is repeated again and again

 

For thirty-six hours, the Gods of War played their macabre little game;

for thirty-six hours they watched as this game was played out

 

VC were totally defeated, not a single one left alive.

Not what their plan was of that you can be sure

 

But they didn’t know of the Phoenix or of the Seals and Shadow Soldiers;

These made the difference of that there is no doubt; there were none their equal

 

None better of more willing to fight than those soldiers;

Those soldiers who lived and fought and died in the shadows of Viet Nam

 

Just one more small battle in a place called Viet Nam

 

 

©Copyright 01/09/2005 by J.J. McCloud

 

There was one Medal of Honor and other medals, too numerous to mention,

awarded to those who defended Chau Phu

 

H/K teams: Hunter/Killer teams

Awarded 9 Jan 2004

 

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