“My platoon was dug in along a ridge line. Suddenly, large NVA units charged through the jungle and were in the midst of our positions. Just as we had killed most of them and sent the survivors into retreat, one of them toppled into my foxhole.

I tried to strangle him, but he was too strong. I shouted for one of my nearby buddies to shoot him, and I could feel the blast of his rifle when he did so. Despite being strangled and shot, the NVA still did not give up. Another GI came over and started punching him with his fist with little results.

Finally, I remembered a machete I had on my rucksack for cutting through the thick jungle. I grabbed it and began hacking at the enemy soldier. He screamed but continued to fight. My final blow cut his arm off and broke the machete blade.

First time I ever saw one break. They were well made tools.”
– Sgt John Carpentier, US Army. 1966 Vietnam
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