Well they haven't gotten me yet. Im sitting here in my new bunker underground with many sandbags and metal skids between me and the surface. You know I've never really regretted coming over here, even yesterday when my favorite turd got it. The little guy was my platoon sergeant's radio man. I really loved the kid. He was the hardest little worker and never complained. Do anything for you. But you know, after they had taken him away, it almost "kicked my ass," as the saying goes. I almost cracked. But there are 75 others to worry about , and I snapped out of my cheap civilian bull and got back to work. Well you learn everyday the mistakes you are making, and the biggest one is to get too attached to anyone person. Not over here at least. Things happen so quickly that one minute he's fine and the next he's not. But old Don is pretty lucky (knock on wood), and home I'll come Im sure. Maybe after we wipe them up here they'll go to the bargaining tables and we can come home. All of us!
Love,
Don
Days later 2Lt. Donald Jacques led the first patrol out side of Khe Sanh. He and 22 others were killed in an ambush.
2Lt. Donald J. Jacques, from Rochester, New York, platoon commander with Company B, 1st Battalion, 26th Marines, 3rd Marine Division, was killed in an ambush during the siege at Khe Sanh on 25 February 1968. He was 20 years old.
