Then there was the time I was in "NAM" , my platoon had also been wiped out except for me. Knowing I had to make every round count I started head shooting Charlie...Oh it was'nt hard they were only 300 meters in heavy cover... anyway after I expended my last round an incoming mortor round knocked me off my feet , it only stinned me , I was unable to find my knife so I quickly dropped a rock into 1 of my socks. "Come and get me Charlie!!!" I yelled as a wave of black pajamas came blazingly at me. I began to swing the sock like a mad man , first to the left and then to the right " Die die die commy" , the first wave retreated to reorginize , knowing there would be more in the next wave I dropped a rock into another sock and fishoned it into what the locals still refer to with a look of horror in thier eyes as "The bolos of death". After facing such a terrible weapon Charlie took to the hills. I'm sure I would have won at least a Bronze Star if the mission had'nt been Top Secert , next time I'll tell you about the time I secured a mini gun off a downed Cobra gunship and used it to singal handely take out a divison of NVA.[heavy] [pissed] [grenade] [pyro] [:D] [rocket] [shotgun] [frag] [chainsawkill] [chainsaw]