Bill Pfaeffle

OTTO  'BILL'  PFAEFFLE 

2ND BN - 26TH MARINES - 3RD DIV 'FOXTROT'



If you're the enemy, you don't want to meet this Marine while walking the Ho Chi Minh trail or any where in the Jungle (1967).  But it OK now to meet Bill in Soleil.

3rd Marine Division


Awarded 3 Purple Hearts

I was born on Sept. 3, 1947 in Brooklyn New York city.

August 1966 (age 18) I walked into a Marine Recruiting Office to volunteer to be a Marine. Two weeks later (August 28, 1966) I am in Advanced Infantry training for 12 weeks at Camp Lejeune, South Carolina. I saw guys training for Force Recon and decide I wanted to do that! So, I switched. I finished all requirements for Force Recon and was set to graduate in a week when they realize I needed to have a vision test. I was rated legally blind in one eye and would not be qualified for the parachute jumping requirement. Next stop Camp Pendleton, CA. for a flight to Da Nang (Feb 1, 1967). On arrival I was assigned to a squad. My first mission was 2 days later with hostile forces.

 

After months of missions my squad leader was hit, and I am made the squad leader (promoted to Lance Corporal).

 

My Captain reviewed my records and saw that I had Force Recon training and asks if I would be a forward observer in exchange for new boots and fatigues. What could be better than that! I had to requalify with my rifle as part of snipper training and then was assigned a special rifle mounted starlight scope. My first mission was in Laos. I was out in the field for 2 weeks with my spotter Ortiz, and later debriefed in Phu Bai. Most of the time, I was out alone since spotters were not always available. Often, I was dropped off at a specific location and had to walk in the rest of the way. I usually established three pickup points, but many times there were too many Viet Cong in these areas, so, I had to walk out on my own. Many of the missions were in Laos, Cambodia, and North Vietnam.

 

First time I got hit, I was back with my squad headed to DMZ (Khe Sanh area). I was on point when a battalion of North Vietnamese hit us hard. We fought all day and at night dug trenches to lay in. We got mortared, and I was hit on the side of head, neck, and hand with shrapnel. In the morning the corpsman made his rounds and bandaged me up. Since we were short on manpower, I stayed to finish the mission.

 

Second time I was wounded, I was back into Force Recon for a visual recon on the border of Laos and North Vietnam with my spotter, Ortiz. We were ambushed. They were on us and shooting. We ran like Hell! I fell into a punji pit trap (this is a hole in the ground with sharpened bamboo spikes). The spikes went into my legs several inches. Ortiz pulled me out, and we continued running to the extraction point. I was bleeding too much and had to stop to sew myself up. Luckily, I had a small sewing kit and needle with me. Ortiz thought I was crazy. We ended up having to walk out. After we were debriefed, a corpsman came to treat me. He told me I did a terrible job of sewing. My leg hurt like hell for a long time after that.

 

What did I eat while on my missions? I usually went out on missions for 2 to 3 weeks at a time. I only took a few select C rations. Since I could not get resupplied, I needed more space to carry ammo than food. I would watch where the Viet Cong hid their rice stashes and go back later and take some.

The rice balls looked like an oversized soft ball wrapped in a banana leaf. The longer the balls were hidden the more mold and green fuzz would accumulate. Then you just cracked them open and ate. Even today, I still will not eat white rice. I could not eat any meats when out in the field because the VC could smell the odor given off from meat.

 

January 27,1968 was third time I was wounded. I had just gotten back from R&R in Hawaii. Went back to my recon squad in Khe Sanh. We were on a small hill of elephant grass and dug in for the night. Rockets tore us up for 2 days. Orders were to take Hill 881. We took on heavy fire as

we advanced to the top. I was on point. A Viet Cong jumped out of a hole and threw a chicom grenade. I was hit. The guys helped me along with other wounded to get down the hill. The radio guy was hit, and I took over the radio till things settled down. The corpsman fixed me up and I was choppered to Khe Sanh. Then sent to the hospital ship Repose, and from there to the Philippines. I thought I would be going home, but I had re-upped 6 months earlier, so I was sent back to Da Nang. In Da Nang my Gunny Sergeant said I had been wounded too many times and was going home instead.

 

From Camp Pendleton to LA Airport. War protesters were there as we arrived. A girl came up to me, spit on me and called me a baby killer. Worse day for me. Then home for 2 weeks to see my parents in New York City before returning to Camp Lejeune. I still had time to do. I was put in an outpatient building because of my wound, and then placed in charge of security for ammo bunkers until I processed into civilian life.

 


Thanks for your Service ‘Bill’

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