3D   Relaxing in the Moonlight, Not

Towards the middle of my time in Vietnam, I had the honor of knowing 1st Sgt Harry Meyers, a truly amazing and professional soldier. He had great common sense and taught me how to stay alive in combat. Harry had two tours in Vietnam and was lucky enough to not have been wounded until the following incident.
Harry had an oddity that probably saved his life one night during a rocket attack—he never slept in a bunker. Instead, he preferred sleeping in the open, on an old army cot. He would sleep on a white sheet and use another to cover himself. On one cool night, he moved his cot farther away from the enlisted men’s bunker to catch a southerly breeze. That action saved his life. At around 2:00 a.m., a Viet Cong 122mm rocket landed between Harry and the enlisted men’s bunker. The blast killed three men in the bunker, but what happened to Harry is so unbelievable that if I hadn’t seen it myself, I never would have believed it could happen.
When I heard the explosion, I raced to the impact site, only to find Harry stark naked and trying to get the wounded and dead out of the destroyed bunker. Harry’s back was covered in blood, and I thought he had a major head wound, but luck was with him. The wound was not life threatening. A medic and I pulled him aside and treated his wounds. Besides all the blood, there was a half-inch wide strip of skin that was missing, running from his neck down to the small of his back. Looking at his cot, I could see how the shrapnel had cut the bottom sheet, and his cot, in half.
Harry had fallen through the opening and the shrapnel’s path looked like it had followed the curves of his body. After we got him bandaged up and showed him the cot, he shrugged his shoulders and simply replied that it was “not his time.”
Ya think?
Unbelievable! I am still amazed how lucky he was that night.