One lucky soldier
On Saturday the 4th day of November 1967, I survived what I deem to be the closest I come to being at the very least severely wounded or potentially going home in a body bag. In conjunction with Operation Whiplash IV, my squad (3rd squad) of the 1st platoon, Charlie company of the 173rd Airborne Brigade was ordered to sweep and clear the ruins of what appeared to be a old fort. We spotted a potential booby trap right away in the entrance way leading into the fort which was promptly disabled. The whole squad then spread out to locate any other potential devices left there for us by the little people to trip. During the process several troopers where wounded when at least 2 explosions went off and they were quickly treated by our excellent medic, PV2 Doc.
In the process of my searching for booby traps, and I was seriously looking for them, I tripped a pair of explosives literally at my feet which resulted in a very large explosion. In probably 99% of the cases they most likely would only found pieces of me splattered against the walls or hanging in a tree but by a absolute miracle, after the smoke cleared and to my surprise, I wasn't even slightly wounded. Our medic came running up only to find he wasn't needed so he turned his attention to apparently his 2nd speciality, finding trip wires and booby traps, which he promptly identified one close by and we were able to avoid any more casualties. I think 3rd squad can thank our medic for taking care of us that day.