Vietnam War Timeline

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4 June 1970
Bravo 2/35th
Submitted by: Jim "Doc" Hall

On June 4th we awakened (at least any of us who slept that night) at our night logger location which we had used for the 2nd night.

It was decided that we would need resupply after expending a good bit of ammo during our little contact the day before. It was further decided that we would use the same clearing where we had brought in the dust off for Bone the day before. ( this was within 100 yards of the LZ where we were inserted the day before that) This didn\'t appear to be a great idea but then they usually didn\'t ask opinions on such things and a squad was told to secure the \"potato\" field for resupply.

The main body and I remained at the top of the hill and waited. It was quiet for nearly an hour when suddenly a lot of firing was heard at the bottom of the hill. There was a lot of confusion as we tried to determine via radio just what was happening. Finally it was reported that someone was wounded at one edge of the clearing. I was chomping at the bit to get to the bottom of the hill but had to wait for a second squad to form up and move out. This seemed to take forever for some reason. In fact I eventually told the squad leader, Phil Lorino, that I couldn\'t wait any longer and started down the hill. I was held up for a few seconds though as he hastily got his point element started out and we ran down the hill in a somewhat disorganized charge. We made the 300 yards or so in pretty quick fashion and came upon the 1st squad leader at one edge of the clearing. I asked who was hurt and where but they really didn\'t know. I yelled out and asked who was hurt and got a response at a point that was furthest away from our current position diagonally across the field. They said that (Bob) \"Quinn was hit\". At this point I had two choices. One was to work my way from position to position along the edges of the perimeter until I reached the other side. This offered some cover as the firing continued. The second choice was to charge directly across the opening which was a really exposed area. I really had no choice, especially after hearing Quinn was hit. Quinn was my best friend in Vietnam. I started off at a dead run straight across the opening. By the time I had gotten half way across I began to hear secondary cracks pass near my head. I thought then that someone had a good bead on me and I immediately responded by picking up my speed. I can almost guarantee that in combat boots and loaded down with my medical supplies that for a short period of time I was moving as fast as any Olympic 100 meter runner. Trouble was that though my head and the top half of my body could carry this speed the bottom half of my body just couldn\'t keep up. I found myself slamming head first into the ground. I hit hard and my glasses were thrown off somewhere. As I started to pick myself up I felt someone grab my shoulders and help yank me up. It was only then that I discovered that Phil Lorino had joined me in the dash across the opening. It was only later that it dawned on me that those secondary cracks were actually from Phil shooting over my shoulder while providing us both with cover fire. I never found my glasses as we continued the dash. My eyesight was such that I could only see clearly for 5 feet or so without glasses but we found our way to Quinn\'s position without further problems. I found Quinn laying on his back not responding nor breathing He was so pale that I could hardly recognize him. He had a small entry wound in the meat of his arm and a small entry wound in the middle of his chest. Neither of these wounds was bleeding. I quickly covered both of the apparent wounds and prepared to do CPR. I instructed Phil and Alan Olsen (who was at the position along with Quinn and Herbie Sapp when the firing started) on how to do the chest compressions while I initiated the mouth to mouth. We began a short series of this before I stopped for a second to turn him over and check for other wounds. Much to my distress I found an exit wound in his back that was slightly larger than a softball. It was fairly apparent that our efforts would come to naught at this time but there was nothing else to do but to continue. I covered the back wound as best as possible and we continued CPR. In a short period I again halted the process in order to begin a unit of Ringer\'s Lactate fluid. It was only then that I discovered that I had landed on my \"cutter\" sets (the plastic tubes that connect the fluid bottles to the insertion needles) and broken all of the connections (that insert into the bottles) when I had fallen. This left me unable to begin the Ringer\'s. I was beside myself at this further bad turn but we turned back to the CPR until the dust off came and we placed Quinn on board. There was no question that he hadn\'t made it. For years I carried a guilt over my inability to help my good friend. But then I sat down and wrote the story out on paper. It was then that it dawned on me that my Buddy Quinn had such a great sense of humor that he would of gotten a kick out of the story of that day and how I had fallen on my head and all. I knew then that he would forgive me and I could do no less.

Later that day we did receive resupply at that very same LZ (the 4th time we\'d used it in 3 days) We moved a very short distance that night and established our new night logger. Again the night was filled with reported movement but again we suffered no further contact. Here\'s your story Guinn, old Buddy. Hope you enjoy the tale. Doc