Battle of Firebase Mary Ann
By Kelly Bell
The battalion tactical operations center (B-TOC) was already thick with tear gas when the sounds of battle awoke Capt. Paul S. Spilberg from a deep slumber. Realizing the firebase was under attack, his first thought was to check on his colonel, but he could not find the commanding officer’s quarters in the gas-filled corridor. As fast as he could, he managed to feel his way to the north exit and started crawling up the stairs.
His eyes shut, he could hear the unmistakable explosions of rocket-propelled grenades (RPGs) and distinctive shots of AK-47 rifles. Crashing through the door, he fell flat as bullets and shrapnel passed just over him. Raising his head, he was stupefied to see darting, child-sized figures silhouetted against the spreading flames. The Viet Cong were inside the American outpost. The events of this night were the last thing he had expected when he arrived.
Four days earlier, Spilberg had ridden a helicopter to the base. He was already familiar with it; he had previously served at the installation as company commander and was now re-assigned as a marksmanship instructor. He had immediately ordered the post’s personnel to practice small arms accuracy on a hastily thrown-together rifle range.
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