-Titulo Original : The Eyes Of The Eagle F Company Lrps In Vietnam, 1968
-Fabricante :
Ballantine Books
-Descripcion Original:
In the 101st Airborne, if you cared enough to send the very best, you sent The Howlers.Gary Linderer volunteered for the Army, then volunteered for Airborne training. When he reached Vietnam in 1968, he was assigned to the famous “Screaming Eagles,” the 101st Airborne Division. Once there, he volunteered for training and duty with F Company 58th Inf, the Long Range Patrol company that was “the Eyes of the Eagle.”F Company pulled reconnaissance missions and ambushes, and Linderer recounts night insertions into enemy territory, patrols against NVA antiaircraft emplacements and rocket-launching facilities, the fragging of an unpopular company commander, and one of the bravest demonstrations of courage under fire that has ever been described. The Eyes of the Eagle is an accurate, exciting look at the recon soldiers war. There are none better. From the Inside Flap When Gary Linderer reached Vietnam in 1968, he volunteered for training and duty with the F Company 58th In, the Long Range Patrol Company that was the Eyes of the Eagle. F Company pulled reconnaisssance missions and ambushes, and Linderer recounts night insertions into enemy territory, patrols against NVA antiaircraft emplacements, and some of the bravest demonstrations of courage under fire that has ever been described.... From the Back Cover They did it and saw it all. Gary Linderer volunteered for the Army, then volunteered for Airborne training. F Company pulled reconnaissance missions and ambushes, and Linderer recounts night insertions into enemy territory, patrols against NVA antiaircraft emplacements and rocket-launching facilities, the fragging of an unpopular company commander, and one of the bravest demonstrations of courage under fire. About the Author Gary Linderer is the publisher of Behind the Lines, a magazine that specializes in US military special operations. He served in Vietnam with the LRPs of the 101st Airborne Division, earning two Silver Stars, the Bronze Star with V device (for valor), the Army Commendation Medal with V device, and two Purple Hearts. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. June 6, 1968 I thought that I had experienced heat and humidity, having spent the first twenty years of my life suffering through the hot, muggy summers back in Missouri. But as I stepped off the Pan Am 727 at Bien Hoa Air Base, Republic of Vietnam, it didn’t take me long to discover that heat-Asian style-was an entirely different animal. It was only 11:15 in the morning, but I was drenched with perspiration before I crossed the tarmac apron. Each breath sucked in more of the heavy, moisture-laden air, until I felt like I was a hundred pounds heavier. When I looked back across the runway at the rows of parked military aircraft, they seemed to be suspended in a layer of quivering, transparent gelatin. The heat in Nam was visible! An NCO herded us across the flight line to a large, corrugated-steel terminal building that offered some protection from the sun’s rays but little relief from the heat. A large, round thermometer hanging on the interior wall of the building read 112. Inside, we were checked off the flight manifest and then instructed to pick up our duffel bags and board one of the four brown, stub-nosed Isuzu buses parked in a row out along the front of the building. I climbed aboard the second bus, grabbing a seat behind the civilian driver. He was the first Vietnamese that I had seen, and I was somewhat surprised at his short stature and wiry frame. He couldn’t have been much over five feet tall and one hundred pounds. He looked up at his rearview mirror and spotted me studying him. When he flashed me a big, toothy grin, I quickly looked away, embarrassed at having been caught. But my curiosity soon got the best of me. I slipped on a pair of sunglasses and resumed the quick study of my subject, this time scoping him out of the corner of my eye. He had thick, s
-Fabricante :
Ballantine Books
-Descripcion Original:
In the 101st Airborne, if you cared enough to send the very best, you sent The Howlers.Gary Linderer volunteered for the Army, then volunteered for Airborne training. When he reached Vietnam in 1968, he was assigned to the famous “Screaming Eagles,” the 101st Airborne Division. Once there, he volunteered for training and duty with F Company 58th Inf, the Long Range Patrol company that was “the Eyes of the Eagle.”F Company pulled reconnaissance missions and ambushes, and Linderer recounts night insertions into enemy territory, patrols against NVA antiaircraft emplacements and rocket-launching facilities, the fragging of an unpopular company commander, and one of the bravest demonstrations of courage under fire that has ever been described. The Eyes of the Eagle is an accurate, exciting look at the recon soldiers war. There are none better. From the Inside Flap When Gary Linderer reached Vietnam in 1968, he volunteered for training and duty with the F Company 58th In, the Long Range Patrol Company that was the Eyes of the Eagle. F Company pulled reconnaisssance missions and ambushes, and Linderer recounts night insertions into enemy territory, patrols against NVA antiaircraft emplacements, and some of the bravest demonstrations of courage under fire that has ever been described.... From the Back Cover They did it and saw it all. Gary Linderer volunteered for the Army, then volunteered for Airborne training. F Company pulled reconnaissance missions and ambushes, and Linderer recounts night insertions into enemy territory, patrols against NVA antiaircraft emplacements and rocket-launching facilities, the fragging of an unpopular company commander, and one of the bravest demonstrations of courage under fire. About the Author Gary Linderer is the publisher of Behind the Lines, a magazine that specializes in US military special operations. He served in Vietnam with the LRPs of the 101st Airborne Division, earning two Silver Stars, the Bronze Star with V device (for valor), the Army Commendation Medal with V device, and two Purple Hearts. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. June 6, 1968 I thought that I had experienced heat and humidity, having spent the first twenty years of my life suffering through the hot, muggy summers back in Missouri. But as I stepped off the Pan Am 727 at Bien Hoa Air Base, Republic of Vietnam, it didn’t take me long to discover that heat-Asian style-was an entirely different animal. It was only 11:15 in the morning, but I was drenched with perspiration before I crossed the tarmac apron. Each breath sucked in more of the heavy, moisture-laden air, until I felt like I was a hundred pounds heavier. When I looked back across the runway at the rows of parked military aircraft, they seemed to be suspended in a layer of quivering, transparent gelatin. The heat in Nam was visible! An NCO herded us across the flight line to a large, corrugated-steel terminal building that offered some protection from the sun’s rays but little relief from the heat. A large, round thermometer hanging on the interior wall of the building read 112. Inside, we were checked off the flight manifest and then instructed to pick up our duffel bags and board one of the four brown, stub-nosed Isuzu buses parked in a row out along the front of the building. I climbed aboard the second bus, grabbing a seat behind the civilian driver. He was the first Vietnamese that I had seen, and I was somewhat surprised at his short stature and wiry frame. He couldn’t have been much over five feet tall and one hundred pounds. He looked up at his rearview mirror and spotted me studying him. When he flashed me a big, toothy grin, I quickly looked away, embarrassed at having been caught. But my curiosity soon got the best of me. I slipped on a pair of sunglasses and resumed the quick study of my subject, this time scoping him out of the corner of my eye. He had thick, s
