It's 1969, a suburban 18 year old boy joins the Navy to avoid being drafted into the Army and sent to Vietnam. The American public was ignorant about American River Rats serving on little riverboats in the Brown Water Navy. Wayne Truewell figures that since there is no such thing as a Viet Cong submarine, that he will be safe in the Navy aboard a sea faring ship. Through erroneous orders, the scared boy receives orders for the all volunteer Vietnam Riverboats that are rumored to have 70% causalities.
GMGSN Truewell experiences the life threatening everyday routine aboard a 7 man Tango Boat, whose main objective is setting Night Ambush in Vietnam's Mekong Delta.
The second enemy comes from within.
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This book is the product of what happens when an literary unschooled author pens a non-fiction account of his military experiences, and omits the necessary double-checking with a learned military source (fact checking), and then does not have an publishing editor review and correct syntax errors and mediocre writing.The result is a tome that is a trial-by-fire to read. It just isn't syntax that does the read in (repetitive verb superlatives) small but important points like the ones stating a Chinese RPG rocket can pierce 16" of steel, and the .223 ammunition for the M16 is "5.62 mm" when it is 5.56mm, really takes the steam out of the book. Mr. Fordham being a gunner's mate, should know that the 16" armor standoff DISTANCE (the open space between standoff armor plate and the vessel hull) is not the same as "thickness". Sixteen inches of armor plate was what world war II battleships had for an armor belt. During the conflict in the middle east the captain of the USS Wisconsin was asked what would happen 'if terrorists attacked the vessel with RPG rockets - "Well we would have to send out the painting crew". I served as an MM3 on a PBR. Fordham's account of boot camp. NTC school and the logistics of getting to Vietnam, to his outfit and the in's and out's of river life brought forth fond remembrances. The Viet Cong however loved to refer to "Americans" as "capitalist dogs" rather than "capitalist pigs". I wish Mr. Fordham had had the opportunity of processing his writing correctly. My era on the Bassac happened four years earlier than his and then it was a different war altogether. His tour saw much more action and aggressive interdiction than did mine. I am paying for time at the trigger of an M2 .50 caliber Browning machine gun, with severely degraded hearing. You should have seen the steps we took to keep rats from boarding our barracks barge! If a reader can treat the author's account more like a "letter to home" than an authoritative rendition of hard facts, then this work would be easier to digest.