The continuing saga of the 4th of the 39th Infantry Regiment, 9th Infantry Division during the blistering year of 1967 in Vietnam.

This is a collection of stories from those men who braved the Devil's Playground and endured the trials and tribulations between Heaven and Hell during the fierce combat year of 1967.

Their stories will take you into the combat abyss and reveal their thoughts, emotions, and fears.

Be careful, you might find yourself reaching for the Kleenex.

No matter how one felt about the Vietnam War, it is a bit of Americana, and we owe it to our soldiers to know and appreciate what they endured and experienced on behalf of our country.

These brave and dedicated men did not shrink from their country's call to duty.

They stepped up and faced a tenacious enemy in the putrid rice paddies, sewage filled canals, snake infested mangrove swamps, and the triple canopy of the Vietnam jungle.

Although the firefight may have lasted no more than 15 or 20 minutes, it was very hard to judge.

In one moment things seemed to be moving in slow motion, and then in the next events were flashing by at a record pace.

In any event, without warning there was total silence.

Initially, I was not sure if the fight was over.

But soon, the squad leaders reported that the tables had been turned on the VC ambushers, and they had been routed.

My platoon owned the last 100 yards of the battlefield.

We recovered one body, and discovered numerous blood trails leading from the ambush site.

"I do not believe that our country has ever produced a better fighting unit, in such a short amount of time, under such an array of demanding conditions than those brave and dedicated troops from Fort Riley, Kansas! I was proud of each and every damn one of my troops!" ~~ Lt. Col. Chuck Harris, Retired.