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<\/a>I don\u2019t remember Veterans Day in 1969, and I doubt whether my fellow soldiers in Vietnam paid much attention.\u00a0 By then, the drawdown of troops had begun even as the war protests in the US accelerated.\u00a0 On November 3rd, President Nixon had delivered his famous \u201csilent majority\u201d speech, and on November 15th, over a quarter million protesters descended upon Washington for the largest anti-war protest in US history.\u00a0 Just as we were oblivious to Veteran\u2019s Day, my comrades in K Company Rangers stationed at Camp Enari near Pleiku paid little attention to speeches and protests back home.\u00a0 We had more immediate issues, and for us the geo-political ramifications of the war were of little concern.\u00a0 It was around that time in 1969 that Ranger team 18 was formed\u2014call sign Romeo one eight–<\/em>consisting of (left to right) Billy Powers, yours truly, Mark Estopare, and Gary Heald.\u00a0 The four of us stayed together as a team for four or five months.<\/p>\nThe title is based upon the following passage:<\/p>\n Survival depended upon stealth. The black and brown stripes smeared across our faces matched our tiger fatigues, and we prowled silently and slowly. Unseen and unheard, we would be hunter and not hunted.<\/p>\n In slow motion, I lifted my combat boot over a rotting branch and gingerly stepped to the soft ground on the opposite side. Momentarily straddling the fallen limb, I scanned the brush from left to right before dropping my gaze to the forest floor ahead to plan for my next footfall. When I was satisfied, I shifted my weight forward and lifted my trailing foot over the branch. Again and again, the methodical process was repeated as I silently crept through tall ferns, low-hanging vines, and suspended air plants of a mountain valley in the central highlands of Vietnam. Behind me in five to ten yard intervals, my three Ranger teammates mimicked my actions. LRRPs on patrol.<\/p>\n We stalked men from the north, soldiers of the North Vietnamese Army, searching for signs of their highways or hooches, hidden from the eyes of our helicopters by triple canopy jungle. But who stalked us?<\/p>\n In the branches above, a noisy flock of flycatchers bobbed and weaved for bugs, while the seed-eating finches flitted here and there in the low grass and brush; the birds didn’t notice us nor we them. Birdsongs and chattering squirrels said all was as it should be; silence would sound an alarm.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The eleventh day of the eleventh month of the eleventh year happens once a century.\u00a0 On November 11, 1911, the progressive former President Teddy Roosevelt was discovering that the increasingly conservative Republican Party no longer welcomed his moderate views about … Continue reading <\/a>Some of you know that I have published five short stories based upon our experiences, and today I announce the release of a compilation of the five in a book entitled Prowl.\u00a0 Prowl<\/em> is available as a Kindle eBook or paperback here<\/a>, or in other eBook formats here.<\/a><\/p>\n