SOB's used to lay about down there and lob rockets at us at the Golf Course. Of course, since we were on the "wrong" side of Nui Hon Cong mountain, mostly we just had running bets on whether or not they were gonna get the Air Force radar station up there, or carry across the river and get some poor farmer.

Mostly as I recall, we stayed away from there.

Further to the west a couple of dozen clicks, on the "Highland" side of that range and south of Blackhawk was where Gator 354 with Scotty, Ralph and Lundy went down.

Pickett