Target Minus 50-the cry of Corpsman
The corpsmen came. The bunker at Target Minus
50 was a shambles. Litter bearers converged from everywhere
to carry the wounded to the battalion aid station, nearly 300
yards away. It was very far-the North Vietnamese artillery was
raking Con Thien, searching for anyone who moved and for the
medevac choppers trying to land. The doctors had only a few
minutes to stop the hemorrhaging and clean off the mud. Then,
in a helicopter that dropped in with a recoilless rifle, there
was an exchange: one weapon for one wounded.