July 23, 1970; 1145 hoursMortar rounds rained down on us continuously, starting at sunrise. We hadn't slept the previous night because the business of life and death were upon us. Now those mortar rounds were erupting like little volcanoes. But instead of hot lava rocks, they were hot pieces of shrapnel that whizzed by us in every direction. RPG's, 75mm recoilless rounds joined in the endless phalanx. Rounds from the NVA's 51 caliber heavy machine...