October 1966: PFC Richard K. Duhamel, 2nd Battalion, 28th Infantry, finished digging in for the night. He bed down, covered by his poncho. Suddenly a resupply helicopter swooped over, propeller wash sheering off the poncho. Duhamel recovered and settled in. More helicopters, more propeller gusts. Duhamel gathered his belongings, moved 15 yards, and claimed new territory. As he settled in, a grenade popped in the position he so recently occupied. “Glad I moved,” muttered Duhamel. “It would’ve made a sizable hole in my poncho.”
