Across the Fence
John Stryker Meyer
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For eight years, far beyond the battlefields of Vietnam and the glare of media distortions, American Green Berets fought a deadly secret war in Laos and Cambodia under the aegis of the top secret Military Assistance Command Vietnam – Studies and Observations Group, or SOG.
Go deep into the jungle with five SOG warriors surrounded by 10,000 enemy troops as they stack up the dead to build a human buttress for protection. Witness a Green Beret, shot in the back four times and left for dead, who survives to fight savagely against incredible odds to complete his missions.
Shudder as an enemy soldier touches a Green Beret’s boot in the dark of night. Cringe as a Sergeant on SOG Spike Team Louisiana calls in an air strike on his team to break an enemy’s wave attack. A team member dies instantly, and a Green Beret has an out-of-body experience as he watches his leg get blown off.
“As the commander of SOG, I can say that “Across the Fence” accurately reflects why the secret war was hazardous for our troops and so deadly for the enemy.
– Major General John K. Singlaub (U. S. Army Ret.)
Black Ops told with the terrifying clarity that only one who was there can tell it.
– W.E.B. Griffin & William E. Butterworth IV
base in Da Nang and the U.S. UH-1E’s, or Hueys, didn’t fly this late in the day. He told Black that it would be dark by the time they flew to ST Alabama’s beleaguered location. Besides, he noted, it’s against Army regulations for them to fly at night. After the initial burst of gunfire between the VC and ST Alabama, there was a sudden lull. Cowboy and the Vietnamese team members on ST Alabama got on line and charged forward toward the VC in the foliage. Black was amazed and impressed with the
at 10,000 feet and I can’t see you. You’re completely socked in. Right now we couldn’t find a mountain down there, let alone a spike team. Cool it. Don’t do anything. And above all, don’t make contact until this weather breaks.” Then I remembered seeing a bank of clouds to the west as we were inserted into the target. Before I could pass on Spider’s bad news to the team, we heard tank engines starting and the tanks began to move north of our position farther up the mountain. And it sounded as
anywhere. Per our SOP, I made a brief radio contact with Batcat or Moonbeam, codenames for different airborne command ships that flew over the Prairie Fire AO twenty-four hours a day. I told them we would see what the weather offered in the morning before making any further plans. A short while later, Spider flew over us “just to see how my team is doing.” I gave him a quick team okay and asked if there were any choppers equipped for night extraction. “Negative,” replied Spider. Recon teams
into one of my jungle fatigue pants pockets and pull out my insect repellant. The spray caused the leech to loosen its grip and it usually fell off. Then I had a chance to feel it to see how much blood it had sucked from my body before I sliced it into pieces with my Ka-Bar knife. After I dealt with the first leech my mind would play tricks on me throughout the night. I would imagine that I had several chomping into my flesh. After a series of false alarms, I would become less apprehensive only
popping noise in the background and assumed it was enemy gunfire. I told him that if the Kingbees didn’t get there ASAP ST Idaho would be engaged in fighting fires as well as firefights. Capt. Nguyen Van Tuong at the controls of his H-34 Kingbee flying north from FOB 1 to the Quang Tri launch site. (Photo courtesy of John S. Meyer) The wind was blowing up the canyon from the south. That fire was gaining strength as more smoke wafted up the hill and through our perimeter. The pops from the