The green clad figures flit from the trembling Huey, then quickly
dissolve into the foliage. For five days the men and the jungle are
one, and there is opposition to the enemy in the triple-canopied
tangles that protect the communist mountain sanctuaries.
Probably no screaming Eagles are more hated by the NVA and VC
than the LRRP infantrymen. The silent searchers spring quick, lethal
ambushes on small enemy forces, and when confronted by larger enemy
groups, simply sit quiet, or call in artillery and air strikes, or the
giant guns of the New Jersey. They pinpoint communist base camps,
supply depots, infiltration routes, and troop movements. And most
galling to the NVA and, they have become masters of the quiet, shadow
war pioneered by the enemy.
The small LRRP teams are elite units, with much more freedom and
responsibility than the infantrymen of company size units. But
because they are essentially recon, they are almost always
outnumbered, and they know if they are detected and surrounded, their
lives are o more than candles in a gale.
Yet the LRRP team is not alone. The PRC25 strapped on the
radioman's back contains howitzer batteries, Phantom jets, cobra
gunships and quick reaction.
And because they are few and well-trained, they have another
ally--a friend that is usually considered by others to the most
hostile enemies--the jungle.