ANGLICO:  “Super Grunts” of 1^st ANGLICO were deployed to all four tactical zones of Vietnam in small mobile fire control teams, providing support to U.S. Army and allied elements. This organization was the last tactical unit to stand down from the war and gained distinction as the only Marines in-country reporting directly to MACV. Working closely with Korean Marines, recounting several actions involving these legendary warriors from the Land of the Morning Calm, this little known but highly effective unit had an impact on the war far greater than their small numbers.

  Field radio operators and naval gunfire spotters composed the tactical membership of this unit.  Both professions were cross trained in each competence, and each in turn was further qualified as tactical air controllers.  An airborne capable platoon was established, mandating many ANGLICOs attend jump school and undertake other specialty training in the event they are called on to enter combat by unconventional means.  Not being able to predict who they may be called on to support, training was pushed to the level of the most elite forces in the free world.

 BLUE DRAGONS:  Most men of the Blue Dragon Brigade came of age during a war that raged fierce on their own homeland little more than a decade earlier.  During a short lived occupation by North Korea, the people of the south endured extremely harsh treatment by would be conquerors.  Events of recent history still burned in their hearts and haunted their dreams. They were mostly all children at the time leaving scarcely a man untouched by personal tragedy that could only be forged in a crucible of terror. Many were orphaned and all shared a thirst to settle a score that only those who drink deep from the same cup of dread can truly understand. 

Minutes after the first shells fell to earth; an infantry attack was launched from southwest in battalion strength. Il Sodae (1^st Platoon) met the initial thrust by unleashing a terrible display of firepower. Above the calamitous roar of battle, North Vietnamese were heard to be blowing whistles, beating on drums, and screaming, “Dae Han, ra di ra di” (“Koreans, come out!”) Flares illuminated the night sky; tracers darted every which way, putting on a light show the likes of which had never been seen in Quang Ngai. Fire volume from both sides of the wire was immense. Within five minutes, the remaining two NVA battalions were committed, hitting the north side with a vengeance. Som Sodae opened fire immediately, every bore online responding in a frenzy of fire, resounding in the night like thousands of runaway jackhammers.

The North Vietnamese had arranged a nightmare scenario bringing nearly 2400 seasoned troops against 294 sons of Dae Hon Min Guk.

On the north perimeter, Som Sodae was stacking up bodies across their front, having already stalled two massive surges aggressively pressing toward the trenches. In spite of intense volumes of fire by the Marines, NVA troops continued closing on the defenders, now in human waves. With fresh meat constantly pouring into the fray, North Viets gained new momentum, managing to destroy several sections of concertina blockade with Bangalore torpedoes and satchel charges. On the backs of dead comrades sprawled on the concertina, attackers moved forward, pouring into the trenches at 0422, barely twelve minutes into battle.

Staff Sergeant Bae Jang Choon’s 3^rd Squad bore the brunt of the incursion. Despite serious wounds to his right shoulder, Staff Sergeant Bae refused to abandon his position, ordering his Marines to stand their ground and prepare to meet the enemy mano a mano. The squad unleashed a terrible shit storm of fire, stacking up more bodies immediately in front of their trench line. The fight escalated from rifles to grenades as North Vietnamese forced their way into the outpost. Fighting digressed to pick axes, entrenching tools, fists, boots, bayonets, and teeth in an all-out brawl for survival now spreading through the trenches. Staff Sergeant Bae, brandishing an entrenching tool, defiantly faced the oncoming horde straddling the parapet, bludgeoning five Vietnamese to death, effectively blocking access to the trench line.

Faced with an overwhelming and relentless enemy, the squad fought back with an undaunted and ferocious tenacity. PFC Kim Myong Deok gunned down ten enemy soldiers at point-blank range as they tried to storm his position before he was himself wounded by grenade explosions. Staff Sergeant Bae picked up Kim’s automatic rifle, shooting ten or twelve more to death. Seriously wounded, bleeding profusely, and out of ammo, Staff Sergeant Bae in his last mortal act exchanged hand grenades with the wall of human flesh pressing in on him; firmly standing his ground until the unshakable Marine finally succumbed to a never-ending shower of shrapnel.

PFCs Doh Sung Yong and Kim Dong Jei were hit by small arms fire. Ignoring their pain, both Marines continued fighting from their entrenched position. PFC Doh crawled to a sandbag rampart, where several NVA had taken refuge from the onslaught of 3rd Squad, lobbing a hand grenade over the top, killing five or six NVA soldiers. Doh rushed back for more grenades and repeated his attack of moments earlier under cover fire from his friend Kim Dong Jei. Unable to fire fast enough at the human wall pouring through the wire; both were overwhelmed by AK fire, going down like Marines, fighting to the last breath.

At this same moment just eight feet away, Corporal Kim Nam Suk manned his machine gun until a bullet sent him to his final rest. Assistant gunner Woo Choon Mae took over trigger position, working the M-60 a couple more minutes before stubbornly giving up his own ghost to an angry swarm of fire. The last surviving member of the machine gun team, PFC Song Young Sup, was already mortally wounded and played dead, allowing two grenades to roll from his hands while enemy soldiers filed past him in the trench. Song and the NVA were consumed in a maelstrom of flash and steel.

Further down the trench line, Sergeant Lee Hak Won, after dispatching four or five NVA with his bare hands, was mortally wounded by bayonet slashes to the point where he too could no longer fight. The tough-as-leather NCO pulled pin on two grenades and flung himself into his antagonists, taking his own life and four more North Viets with him.

PFC Lee Young Bok, defending his fighting hole, was the only squad member not killed or injured in the unfolding bedlam. The gutsy private lured North Vietnamese toward him, dropping grenades as he disappeared into one of the connecting trenches. When the grenades exploded, he reappeared and released several more into the dazed enemy, killing a number of his pursuers, temporarily stalling the attack.