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The time: April 11, 1966.
The place: Viet-fuckin'-nam.
The plan: Use Robinson and 133 other men of Charlie Company to lure out a Vietcong battalion of 400-plus men.
"Sounds like a fair fight."
The result was the Battle of Xa Cam My, where the plan went catastrophically wrong for Charlie Company. They were pounded by both their own artillery and the surrounding enemy forces, with no reinforcements on the horizon. Robinson, being generally just kind of awesome, ran around the battlefield killing snipers with a grenade launcher, rescuing wounded medics and soldiers (while suffering multiple gunshot wounds of his own), and distributing the dwindling supplies of water and ammunition. Then an enemy machine gun opened fire into the American defensive circle, causing heavy casualties.
"Hey Jim? This whole 'war' thing kind of sucks ass, doesn't it?"
The Rampage
Despite his wounds and complete lack of ammunition, Robinson made a beeline for the Vietnamese machine-gunner with a grenade in each hand. Most of these stories involve an insane, lone charge against overwhelming odds and in spite of grievous, life-threatening wounds. And in that respect, Robinson's tale is no different, save for one key element: During his one-man suicide charge, Robinson was set on fucking fire.
Pictured: Fucking fire.
He was shot in the leg (again), except this time with a tracer round that somehow ignited his pants. Tearing off the burning garment, he continued to advance -- a pant-less, burning god of vengeance -- toward the Vietnamese machine-gunner. He was shot twice more in the chest (making that five bullet wounds, if you weren't keeping count) but marshaled his fleeting strength to hurl his explosives into the enemy, silencing the machine gun and saving dozens of American lives.
Damn. War sure seems to involve a lot more insanity, fire and man-nudity than the history books tell us.
Nguồn
Trích Wiki: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_W._Robinson,_Jr.
> Bị bắn vào vai và chân, chưa chết, vẫn còn sức lôi đồng đội vào chỗ trú ẩn và sơ cứu cho đồng đội.
> Không còn đạn, đem 2 trái lựu đạn xông thẳng vào nơi đặt súng máy.
> Bị bắn thêm một phát nữa vào chân, quần áo bị bốc cháy bởi chính viên đạn đó. Vẫn còn kịp cởi quần áo đang bốc cháy vứt đi.
> Bị dính thêm 2 phát đạn nữa vào ngực, vẫn còn sức chạy tiếp để quăng 2 trái lựu đạn trúng ổ súng máy, cùng lúc đó hy sinh.
The time: April 11, 1966.
The place: Viet-fuckin'-nam.
The plan: Use Robinson and 133 other men of Charlie Company to lure out a Vietcong battalion of 400-plus men.
"Sounds like a fair fight."
The result was the Battle of Xa Cam My, where the plan went catastrophically wrong for Charlie Company. They were pounded by both their own artillery and the surrounding enemy forces, with no reinforcements on the horizon. Robinson, being generally just kind of awesome, ran around the battlefield killing snipers with a grenade launcher, rescuing wounded medics and soldiers (while suffering multiple gunshot wounds of his own), and distributing the dwindling supplies of water and ammunition. Then an enemy machine gun opened fire into the American defensive circle, causing heavy casualties.
"Hey Jim? This whole 'war' thing kind of sucks ass, doesn't it?"
The Rampage
Despite his wounds and complete lack of ammunition, Robinson made a beeline for the Vietnamese machine-gunner with a grenade in each hand. Most of these stories involve an insane, lone charge against overwhelming odds and in spite of grievous, life-threatening wounds. And in that respect, Robinson's tale is no different, save for one key element: During his one-man suicide charge, Robinson was set on fucking fire.
Pictured: Fucking fire.
He was shot in the leg (again), except this time with a tracer round that somehow ignited his pants. Tearing off the burning garment, he continued to advance -- a pant-less, burning god of vengeance -- toward the Vietnamese machine-gunner. He was shot twice more in the chest (making that five bullet wounds, if you weren't keeping count) but marshaled his fleeting strength to hurl his explosives into the enemy, silencing the machine gun and saving dozens of American lives.
Damn. War sure seems to involve a lot more insanity, fire and man-nudity than the history books tell us.
Nguồn
Trích Wiki: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_W._Robinson,_Jr.
> Bị bắn vào vai và chân, chưa chết, vẫn còn sức lôi đồng đội vào chỗ trú ẩn và sơ cứu cho đồng đội.
> Không còn đạn, đem 2 trái lựu đạn xông thẳng vào nơi đặt súng máy.
> Bị bắn thêm một phát nữa vào chân, quần áo bị bốc cháy bởi chính viên đạn đó. Vẫn còn kịp cởi quần áo đang bốc cháy vứt đi.
> Bị dính thêm 2 phát đạn nữa vào ngực, vẫn còn sức chạy tiếp để quăng 2 trái lựu đạn trúng ổ súng máy, cùng lúc đó hy sinh.
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. Trước mang giày, sau cùng chẳng còn giày 
nhìn ảo vl~~
mà thế quái nào toàn nước tàu chỉ có 120 Thánh tử đạo còn Vịt Nam thì đã là 119
