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Christmas eve/morning of 1968, on the Song Be river in Vietnam, my platoon blew an ambush on some suspected North Vietnamese Army trying to sneak down the river. Suspected. My guys "heard something" and opened up while I slept right through it! By the time I woke up and had my thump-gunner shoot up a flare there was nothing to see but smooth, muddy, fast-flowing water. As usual in combat we never knew if we hit anybody, or even if there was anybody there to hit.Merry Christmas!