Here's a story from my short collection.
The Night I Shot Two Navy SEAL's
Back in '67 I had the priviledge of serving with a Seabee unit, ACB-1, at NAB Coronado, which was the West Coast training center for SEAL Team 1. This was back in the days when few outside the Navy had even heard of SEAL's, since no John Wayne "Green Beret's" movie had glorified them yet. It was summer, the perfect time at the beach for war games, and the rumor was the SEAL's were to play the bad guys.
After a beach assault a half mile or so south of NAB, we set up camp just in from the high tide zone. I and another lucky volunteer were ordered to "go out a ways and set up an outpost", so we went beyond the perimeter a couple hundred feet, dug a shallow hole in the sand, and covered it with a few nearby 2X4's and a tarp. We spinkled a little sand on top for camoflage, after burying a telephone line out to out hole. After evening chow - how nice it was to know the enemy wouldn't attack till later - we crawled into our hole and waited. 'Bout an hour later we saw movement coming our way. They went by us so close it's lucky they didn't step on us. We called it in and within seconds the war was on - and over with before we could even join in. What a letdown! We didn't even get to fire off our three issued blanks.
Between meals and KP duty the next day, my one and only day of KP in 3 1/2 years in the Navy, we headed a little farther out to set up a new outpost by the highway. We didn't feel like hiding in that hole again, so just found a depression in the ice plant covered berm where we could crouch down if needed.
That night, after a couple hours of boredom, my partner headed back to camp. Since our job was to provide advance warning of approaching enemy, I figured maybe it would be okay if I did a little recon on my own, since I was getting rather bored too.
Up the beach just below the SEAL training area was a little mock Vietnamese village named Dragon Village if I remember, which was the bad guys' headquarters. I started out towards it, staying about halfway between the beach and highway. About 2/3rd's of the way up I noticed a couple of warm bodies walking down towards me. I crouched down next to a bush about half my size and did my best to stay still in the moonlight. They must have passed no more than 20 feet from me. I proceeded up to check out the village, found it to be empty, and headed back down towards my outpost. I stayed close to the berm along the highway for better cover.
To my surprise, when I reached the back of my outpost berm, I found it occupied by those 2 enemy soldiers. They were looking out at our beach camp and contemplating the start of their attack. I snuck right up behind them and said "FREEZE"! They seemed very surprised to find my M14 pointing at them. After noticing bars on the collar of one, I figured it was time to end it. I pointed my rifle at the sand between us, fired a couple rounds which sprayed them with sand, and said "you're dead". I had single handedly wiped out the entire enemy force. The officer said "no we're not", and the two of them charged the camp, blazing away. I thought it hardly fair the bad guys had unlimited ammo and the rest of us only had 3 rounds each! Come to think of it, they may have been Beachmaster's, not SEAL's.