“When you are in extended combat your love for your comrades and fellow soldiers almost transcends the love of anything else in your life. Especially in the moment. Even above your family it seems. Let me give you an example.

Two soldiers in my platoon were always bickering about absolutely anything. Anytimewe had some rest, they ran their traps at each other and picked each other apart. I’ll call them soldiers A and B.

We were on patrol, and soldier A stepped on a booby trap which initiated an ambush. Immediately heavy fire came from the village behind us and from the jungle to our left. Soldier A’s foot was mangled and he couldn’t move. Laying wide out in the open.

The first guy to run out under fire was soldier B. Soldier B dragged his ass into cover and even took some grenade fragments in his back while doing it.

We asked soldier B later why he did it; because we all sort of assumed they genuinely hated each other. ‘Hate him? Yeah maybe I do. But we’re soldiers, ain’t we?’ I never forgot that.”
– Anonymous. US Army. 11th Infantry Brigade. Vietnam 1967
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