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Long before we built McMansions, we built big, strong houses where families were raised and memories were made. This home with a brick exterior is that type of home.
The backyard is made for bbqs, trampolines, swing sets or just to sit quietly and enjoy the bucolic setting. One of the rooms is set up with a workbench.
A new roof and gutters were just installed 2 months ago! This home is located in one of the best school districts in the state. Rosa International Middle School is a magnet school and ranks as one of the top middle schools in the nation and Cherry Hill East is ranked as one of the top high schools in the nation according to US News and World Report.
Land Only Interior Number of Rooms: Master Bedroom, 14 x 18, Upper 1 Master Bedroom 2: Master Bedroom, Unspecified Bedroom 1: Bedroom 1, 14 x 18, Upper 1 Bedroom 2: Bedroom 2, 14 x 13, Main Bedroom 3: Living Room, 20 x 13, Main Kitchen: Basement Other Room 1: Other, 6 x 6, Main Exterior Exterior Features: Inside Access Location Area: Cherry Hill Twp County: Couple of days later, weather lifted and first bird came up to get nets and slings.
Had to do that because regulations also said you could not transport remains externally. Bird - one of yours - picked up load.
We called as he lifted off and told him he had bodies slung underneath. He rogered, said nothing more. Your Purple Fox people understood.
You gave us a lot of help in situations like the one above, simply by knowing circumstances and caring about fellow Marines, and being willing to say nothing and just get on with what needed to be done, and to hell with regulations.
Bit more subtle help than hot zone medevac, but equally important to our survival. You never let us down. One of your pilots took about feet of triple concertina down with him one morning.
A mortar or rocket landed right under him him just as he dropped external load. The bird lurched a bit and caught a wheel in our defensive wire.
Luckily, the ground was wet and the stakes pulled out easily. Probably would have pulled the bird down otherwise. Quite a sight, what with all that wire and a dozen or so trip flares burning merrily under the bird.
We joked with your pilots afterward about stealing our wire. We had three mm Howitzers on the hill. The gun in this photograph took a mm mortar hit. On one of these sorties, either the pilot misjudged his altitude or an AA round cut the sling.
In either case, down came the wheel assemblies from about feet. They bounced damned near back up to the bird when they hit, then went rolling and bounding down the hill, 1, feet to the valley floor south of us.
We often wondered what "Mr. Charles" thought about the weird new weapon we were using to clear him off our slopes.
We also, on occasion, used the s in direct fire for targets of opportunity or for marking, but rarely, because for two click shot, we had to use charge 7 - the max.
Problem was that if tires were flat, as they usually were, recoil mechanism was not robust, and charge 7 could damage gun.
That put too many men in one place at one time, and invited mortar. Gun crew work was tough job. It took a full external load per day just to get us enough water to drink, cook and clean wounds.
More important, I was damned if we were going to ask for any more water than we absolutely needed to survive - it would have been grossly unfair to the air crews who took enough risks and hits as it was.
I took some heat for troops not shaving, not much, but no way was I going to ask the Purple Foxes to take those risks so we could look pretty.
Some times a load would be dropped hard and the cans would burst open. Finally someone down at Dong Ha came up with idea of using mm powder canisters for water.
Also, they only held a couple gallons, so a net load would be lots of them. Hill was steep, canister would bounce a good distance down.
Smell unpleasant, but worth it. Troops would look at each other and say, "Yeah, gotcha, you unprintable! A continuing problem was replacement Marines.
A new battalion CO came up about 1 April, got tackled and thrown in trench like all the rest. Near end of siege, I was near zone when bird came in with replacements, and became part of the linebacker detail.
One replacement slipped on ramp coming out and got his leg hung up around ramp lift mechanism. Ramp was always wet and slick, because bird had been up high to avoid AA, and had gotten cold.
As it came down, condensation would form on metal surfaces, including ramp. I went to crew chief, told him I was hill CO and needed to go back.
God, that shower and shave felt good! Went back up next day. Got a lot of good-natured grief about deserting my post.
Told them it was the Purple Foxes fault, not mine. Our time spent on the hill always seemed a bit surreal - as if we were TAD on another planet.
The troops coined a phrase of, "There are only two ways to get off this hill, either fly off or get blown off. Replied that we had enough of everything, would let them know, as we had in the past, when we needed more.
Of course, it was daytime, wandering around hill counting ammunition in all the bunkers and holes would have exposed a lot of men for nothing, so SWAGed it.
This soon became a big problem! Ammo bunkers were so full we were stacking , and 81 ammo in the open.
Had a bitch of a time shutting it off! There was a real disconnect between S and the world. Other examples of the disconnect, or being TAD on another planet.
First, a lot of the news clippings troops got in letters were not about Khe Sanh, but rather about war protesters and assassinations of Martin Luther King, Jr.
Second, nobody ever thought to send up current issues of Stars and Stripes, so our only local news in English other than radio Hanoi was Armed Forces Radio and Television Service AFRTS station out of Saigon, which tended to cater to and have news about rear area troops - not much about front lines.
One evening, after one of our bad days - incoming, casualties, messy medevac, and watching a C shot down at KSCB - I was walking trench lines to cheer up the troops.
During what little free time the Marines had, they thought of their situation on S, thought of home and wondered if they would ever return to their loved ones.
We not only received the items Webb had requested in his letter, we also received gin and vodka in plastic baby bottles in several packages.
Got you past the mold. There was a deli in Wantaugh Long Island , N. Morale did improve because troops realized folks back home cared.
I recall a few events which were initiated by the Purple Foxes. On one Super Gaggle resupply the air crew managed to have several gallons of ice cream stashed in with the ammunition and c-rations.
Apparently the pilot was too busy dodging AA upon delivery to advise us of this special commodity. More than once we observed a crewman lean out a widow to toss a bundle of magazines into the zone.
They knew the Purple Foxes also cared. The air crew in the Cpl. Smith tragedy was one of them The tempo was so hectic and decisions so critical that writing down tail s was not a high priority, so not sure what squadron the bird was from.
Since we always got mortars when birds came in, that could hurt. This photograph was taken inside a new general purpose tent after one mm mortar round landed near it.
Gives some idea of volume and pattern of shrapnel. Any exposed Marines within 20 to 30 meters were sure casualties.
We HAD to get troops under cover before bringing in birds. Infantry units in combat usually have a forward air controller FAC attached to control all air support for the unit.
He is a Marine officer pilot on temporary duty with the unit for a three month period. Arrotta, his radio operator, took over. By the time Battalion came up with a replacement, Cpl.
This photograph shows Cpl. They were the team which spotted, determined map coordinates and controlled aircraft for close air support CAS missions.
Arrotta had the official tactical call sign of "India 14" which identified him as the CAS representative of the company. The troops, in recognition of the tremendous amount of fire power he was capable of calling to bear on the NVA, referred to him as "The Mightiest Corporal in the World.
Hell of a Marine! Got end-of-tour Bronze Star. Hill S, at 3, feet, often was not, and since it towered over most of the surrounding terrain, we could control air strikes from the ground.
We got aircraft from all services, with some strange ordnance from time to time, but we had plenty of targets and could use most anything.
We also had the capability to mark those targets out to about 4km from the hill, using mortars with WP rounds, the mm recoilless rifles, or the mm howitzers in the direct-fire mode.
We recorded enemy activity daily by grid coordinates, and on any day that the weather was clear, Corporal Arrotta would register our mortars on those targets with WP an wait.
It was often not long before the DASC would pass a flight off to us. Arrotta would determine the service and type of ordnance the flight carried, fire the appropriate marking mortar, and run it in.
Typically targets would be trench lines, FO or AA positions, and rocket sites. Some of these flights were not particularly accurate, largely because they were not from squadrons that regularly did CAS missions, but with ordnance like 2,lb bridge-busting bombs, a near miss was good enough for most targets.
For targets of opportunity those that developed as we were bombing we would use our direct-fire s or s. But they rarely knew what a RR was, would break off run and fly away without dropping ordnance.
Waste of good bombs. Early on, we had an Air Force F-4 or F, not not sure which, drop four lb high-drag bombs on us. Thank God he missed by about 50 meters!
Point was he dropped without being "Cleared Hot" from Cpl. Arrotta, who was in contact with him on the FAC radio frequency.
Had a couple of my Marines badly hurt when bunker roof collapsed as a result of the bomb impacts. Sent a report down on that one - even had the call sign - but never heard back.
Arrotta and I were standing together, someone shouted, we looked over our shoulders, and there came the aircraft, low and fast, bore-sighted on the hill.
Just as we caught sight of him, four bombs dropped from under his wings, and we dove for the bottom of the trench, with Arrotta calling, "Abort!
Dust, shrapnel, tree stumps flying all over the place, both of us - and many others - were deaf for hours. Lost my cool instead.
Damn, I was angry. With a name like his, which company gunny could not pronounce, he too needed a nickname. He would ordinarily have been called, in accordance with Marine Corps custom, "Pineapple.
Niuatoa was huge, looked like a giant Attila the Hun with his beard. His cousin was small. Troops quickly solved call sign problem by calling Niuatoa "Chunk" and his cousin "Tidbit.
He had the patience of Job, and was absolutely unflappable, no matter what the Air Metal Density Index. He had a set of power naval binoculars on a pipe stand with which he found targets for Cpl.
On one occasion, after two weeks of watching whenever the weather was clear enough, he spotted the muzzle flashes of NVA mm guns way out west, probably in Laos.
We knew what they were, because we were on the gun-traget line between them and KSCB and could hear the rushhhhh of rounds going over us on the way to the base.
Sounded like squirrels running through dry leaves. Guns had range of 27, meters, were perhaps 12 - 15 kilometers west of us.
We had no weapon that could mark a target that far out, so called for a FAC A , put Chunk on radio net with him. Chunk earned Bronze Star for that.
The left image above shows the view north from S on 21 January. Looks like view from a nice home in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
The hill near the skyline, about 2km away, is N. The right image is same view about 15 March. Looks like back side of the moon. NVA also used it to fire mm Katushka rockets at Khe Sanh, sometimes four or five sites at once, rockets per site.