Dale Hanson

Three smells where it's just like smelling the guy's breath in the thicket.

I could smell his sweat.

It's like the extreme, I don't know how you explain it, that duress of the sweat.

I could smell the sweat.

And I could smell the fear.

I could smell his fear.

I just right there when I held his gun to my face.

and then I could smell his thoughts.

It was all on the smell.

If you've ever heard anyone talk like that.

But the minute I started shooting with his weapon, I knew exactly what he was thinking and feeling.

It's incredible, but it's true.

and I'm not a psychic or anything like that.

What was he thinking?

Yeah, so I'm holding them off with an M1 carbine, and they're charging from this side, and they're charging from my front left.

And all of a sudden, the bullets come from my front left as I'm aiming, because I only got so much ammo.

And as I'm aiming, the bullet goes between two fingers on this hand and goes right through the comb of the rifle and essentially breaks the rifle in two, although it's just holding together by a couple pieces.

And so it's not my day, you know.

And so anyway...

In the middle of this firefight, one of my people, Ba, my Vietnamese guy, Ba, he comes running halfway to me, and he stands up straight in the firefight.