Little Andy Biggs was 3 years old when I joined the US Marine Corp in 1961. I trained to become a combat Leader of Marines.
In 1965 America sent me to Vietnam with the Third Marine Division. For the next several months I experienced a plethora of combat missions as a Marine Artillery Forward Observer. I knew who my enemy was. Little Andy was by now, a strapping 7-year-old. The enemies were the ones burying a bomb that blew up my truck of Marines. They were the ones that sniped at our Company of Marines. They were the ones that placed a double fish line of grenades across the path of our Marine Platoon. A wounded Marine, lying next to the first line, saved us from the second grenade line. He was the sniper who fired at our squad of Marines on an Observation Hill. Little Andy is not my enemy. With his lack of any combat experience he will never be or never could be anyone’s enemy.
Bert Gustafson
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