Copyright 2006: Darwin Stamper. All rights
reserved. (copy permission at bottom)
Introduction: Darwin "Scotty" Stamper was an experienced Non
Commissioned Officer with more than one tour in Vietnam to his credit. This story is a
good example of how valuable experienced "NCOs" were to the war effort.
Also....View Scotty's comments to the "DISCERNING THE
TIGER" story here on the War Stories pages.
During my first tour in Vietnam in 1966 to 1967, I was with the 1st
Infantry Division (Big Red One) and my units normal duties at one point included
ambushing Viet Cong (VC) sampans at night along the Song Be River. During the day there
was no rest for the weary and we conducted patrols of the same area. The river was heavily
populated and there was heavy VC activity all throughout the rivers vicinity. One
day we came upon something that really shocked me. It was a bamboo thicket with hand
written signs along the perimeter of the thicket that said GIs stay out,
Mines or booby traps stay out! As I peered into the thicket, I
could see mortar rounds and grenades hanging from the trees and on the ground were
artillery and mortar rounds set up as booby traps. (What would today be call Improvised
Explosive Device or IEDs). We wondered what was inside this thicket that the
VC didnt want us to see? A base camp, hospital, or arms cache maybe?Fortunately our platoon leader had enough common
sense to back off.
A few months later we came across another
bamboo thicket with the same kinds of signs and the same booby trapped ordinance.
Unfortunately, our Commanding Officer (CO) decided that we should move into the thicket
and check it out. That cost us two dead and
four wounded when the COīs RTO tripped a booby trap.
during my third tour in Vietnam I was assigned as a platoon sergeant with B Company 1/50th
Inf (Mech).While patrolling with our Armored
Personnel Carriers (APCīs) about five hundred meter off of Highway 1 infamously
referred to by the French during their war with the Viet Minh as The Street Without
(1) we found a very large bamboo thicket
covered with Bamboo trees and scrub brush. There were signs warning us to stay out of the
area and that the area was booby trapped. We looked into the thicket from the edge and,
sure enough, there were mortar rounds hanging from trees, grenades and artillery rounds
were laying on the ground wired to be tripped by anyone entering the thicket. We called
the coordinates of the thicket in to Headquarters and continued with our patrol, but I got
a sinking feeling we would be back. There was something in there the enemy was trying to
protect and I knew higher command would want to know what it was.
A few weeks
later our platoon was working the same area and driving our APCsalong the outer edge of the thicket. I was riding
on the track right behind the platoon leader and as we drove along I saw the signs in
English warning us to stay out. I looked up at the Platoon Leaders (LTs) track and
saw him sitting next to the Tank (Track) Commander (TC) hatch with his foot hanging off
the side. I called him on the radio and told him with all the booby traps he might want to
put his leg up, he gave me a short answer and continue on with his foot hanging over the
side. Not more than five minutes later I saw an explosion as the LTīs APC ran over a mine
blowing off the tread on the left side. My first thought was that he had lost his foot and
that we might have driven into an ambush. We stopped and dismounted setting up a perimeter
and I was worried there might be more mines. I walked up to the LTīs track and he was
shook up, but by the Grace of God, neither he nor anyone else was hurt, just shaken up
the track and continued on with our patrol, but I noticed the LT never again hung his foot
over side of his APC!
A month or so
later the whole company was back in the area and this time I knew we were likely going to
try and penetrate the thicket; my first clue was the air force jets bombing and napalming
the thicket. As soon as the planes left we moved our APCs up and set up security outside
the thicket. Then the CO told us we were going inside and see what was in the area. I
started getting bad vibes right away and my mind flashed back to 1966 when my old company
tried the same thing and we took casualties.
Well, we got
on line and were told to move in and mark any booby traps we found. It took no time at all
finding them, hell, you couldnt miss them! They were hanging from the trees like
Christmas Tree Ornaments and also lying on the ground covered with leaves and brush. As we
moved in I waited for the explosion I was sure was going to come. It was hard to conceive having over a hundred men
tromping through the thicket without setting something off! As I walked along, trying to
negotiate the rounds hanging from the trees, just trying not to brush one of them and set
it off, I took my eyes off where I was stepping for a second and felt something give way
beneath my right foot. When I looked down I saw I had stepped on a wire running from one
tree to another and a chicom pineapple grenade attached at the base of one of the trees. I
had tripped the booby trap but it was a dud! I felt the sweat running down my back. A lot
of grunts in combat are superstitious, and I am one of them! Something was telling me to
stop and get the hell out of there. I knew if
we stayed in that thicket we were going to get some people killed.
I shouted for
my Platoon to stop and carefully pull back out of the thicket. When we got outside I lit a
cigarette and waited for the ass chew I knew was coming.
have long to wait as the LT came up and asked me what I was doing. I told him that I
pulled the troops out before someone got killed or maimed. I told him that I had been
through this before and I didnt want to get my people killed when they couldnt
fight back. He told me that I had probably just gotten him relieved of duty. I replied
that It had been my call and would take full responsibility.
The CO came
out of the thicket and started yelling at the LT. I told him the LT didnt pull the
troops out I did. He threatened me with a Court Martial. I explained to him that I
had been through this before and if we kept pushing it we were going to get someone
killed. He ordered me to take my people back into the thicket. Before I could reply there
was a tremendous explosion in the thicket and I heard wounded screaming and people
shouting for medics.We learned that the COīs
command group had tripped a booby trapped mortar round and there were several casualties.
We called in dust-off and got the casualties out and then the CO ordered the rest of the
company to pull back out.
I spent some
anxious time waiting for the promised Court Martial and resultant jail sentence but
no punitive action was ever taken.
Addendum, Summer of 2006: Subsequent to
the posting of this account on the website, Bob Camors, former Commanding Officer of both
"Alpha" and then "Bravo" Companies provided information on this Bamboo
forest. It was referred to as "Stitt's Woods" after the Forward Air
Controller who was called & sent in F-4's to blast the place in September of
1969. Following is a section of Map Sheet 6631-III, showing the approximate location
of the site at coordinates AN854186
Addendum, Fall of 2006: More
recollections have come in on Scott Stamper's "Stitt's Woods" story. Mike
Chisam, former 1st Platoon Leader, "Bravo" Company, sent along these reflections
on his experiences in the area.
Stitts Woods!! I know it well!
I would have guessed it was about 400 meters west of the "X"
on Bob Camor's Map (above), but I dont have my maps and it has been 37
years!! Bob is probably right on!! (Editors note: In determining the
Stitts Woods location, Bob Camors was very adamant about this location.He STILL has his maps!! And I believe his
recollection is very accurate.)
The day I took over 1st platoon, B Company was
located just north of Ap Binh Lam. Captain Robert Hagen, an Armor Officer, was the
CO. My first patrol was in the area of Stitts Woods. This was several
months before Charlie Company got caught in the woods and took so many casualties.
It was also before Capt Stitt, the FAC (Forward Air Controller), blew the place
apart. The woods was surrounded by rice patties and some flat open ground. We
didnt go into the Woods but found some documents buried in an open field. As
we start moving, one of my troops stepped on a mine. I had been the Platoon Leader
less than two hours. We dusted him off and he seemed to be in good shape. I
never heard anything about him and he didnt return to the company. That night
I went on my first ambush which was also in the vicinity of Stitts Woods.
About a month later, I was in the vicinity of Stitts Woods and
it was almost dusk when we received a single shot from the Woods. I chose not to go
I did go into Stitts Woods on one occasion. I found
several booby traps and fortunately we got out without any casualties.
My track hit a mine on Highway ATL 8B just south of Ap Binh Lam.
Fortunately it was a dud & didnt do any damage. That was also close
to Stitt Woods.
On May 5, 1970, we were operating just north of Ap Binh Lam, still
close to Stitts Woods. Bob Camors left me in charge of the company to go back
and get ready for some type of inspection. My platoon had an ambush out that night
no contact. Two tracks went out to pick them up. I was standing up in
the command track when they were coming in. About 200 meters NW of our location,
they had to cross a stream with very steep banks. I had always taught them to get
off and check the crossing site out because the limited crossing sites were ideal for
mines. The first track hesitated for a minute and then started down the steep bank
without checking. I picked up the radio to call, but by that time the second track
was already starting down the steep bank. There was a very large explosion that blew
the track into the air and flipped it over. When I got there, the track was burning
and sounded like a pop corn popper!! We were moving Ramon Grayson, the TC
(Tank or Track Commander), away from the track when it blew
up. It knocked me head over hills! Fortunately I wasnt wounded. When we
went back in to retrieve Charles Red Arrons body (the driver), a grenade
round cooked off and wounded the person next to me. Fortunately his wound was minor.
I dont remember who the PFC was that got wounded. I went through the copy of
the Company Roster from the period and believe it was Grady Butler. Without
that roster, I would have never been able to recall his name. Two killed and
three wounded that day.
When Bob & I met recently at The Wall (Vietnam
Veterans Memorial in Washington, DC) we asked ourselves the inevitable question,
what if? If I had led the tracks out to pick up the ambush
would I have been cautious enough to avoid that tragedy? The names and faces
of a lot of my soldiers have faded over the years, but I will never forget Grayson &
Yes, I remember Stitts Woods well.
Mike Chisam, 1st Platoon Leader, Bravo Company,
Webmaster's Addendum, February of 2010: Reference the book
"Enter and Die" by James W. Milliken.
The book is a memoir of the author who served with "D" Company, 2nd
Battalion, 60th Infantry in the 9th Infantry Division in 1968-69.
These mined areas were quite prolific throughout the delta
region in which he served. It was common practice to avoid these
areas at all cost. They were set up by the enemy who knew
American "curiosity" would draw them in and inflict casualties.
Pictured below is a sign common to these areas in the delta. I
could find no Vietnamese translation for the term "Tu Dia".
It is my "hunch" that the sign maker did not speak English...but had
learned the phrase "To Die"...and tried to translate this using
Vietnamese characters. "Tu" is pronounced "to" and is the
Vietnamese pronoun for "you" (Familiar) and "Dia", in Vietnamese is
pronounce "Die". Hence a "Loosely" translated "To Die".
My translation in the previous paragraph, based on a "hunch" is
somewhat in error. In 2014, I read the book "Silence Was A Weapon, The
Vietnam War in the Villages" by Stuart A. Herrington. In his research
into a village in Southwestern South Vietnam (Tan My), the author,
fluent in Vietnamese,
spent months developing a relationship with a former Vietcong leader
who explained: "Government forces in the
village tacitly cooperated with the Vietcong. Even though the
government's 58th Regional Forces (RF) Group conducted daily day and
night operations in the village, these posed no problem for the
Vietcong. The government
unit had been in Tan My long enough to know
what areas of the village to avoid in order to prevent bloodshed.
Ambush patrols usually went to the same site several nights a week,
while daytime operations consisted of sweeps through the hamlets that
carefully skirted the heavily booby-trapped Vietcong hiding areas.
Lest there be any doubts about which areas were unsafe, the Tan My
Vietcong had thoughtfully marked them with warning signs. These signs
had a skull and crossbones emblem and
were inscribed 'Tu Dia'
or 'Death Area' .
They served a duel purpose: the local people were therby warned
of the danger...especially the children, and the RF soldiers were
neatly guided by them around the perimeters of enemy hiding areas."
(1) From the Book "Street Without Joy" by
Bernard B. Fall, First Published in 1961, ISBN: 0805203303
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