On April 8, 1968, I volunteered for one last mission. The helicopter moved in low. The troops jumped out with M16 rifles in hand as we crouched low to the ground to avoid the helicopter blades. Then I saw the grenade. It was where the chopper had lifted off. It must be mine, I thought. Grenades had fallen off my web gear before. Shifting the M16 to my left hand and holding it behind me, I bent down to pick up the grenade.
A blinding explosion threw me backwards.
It is a tragic accident. I'm not sure what I think of Coulter's article. But the facts are sort of interesting and only because of Cleland's accusations of Bush being AWOL.
hmmm... after reading that, I realize it's not very clear. I meant to say that some are arguing that Ann lied about Cleland dropping his own grenade on himself when it wasn't Cleland's grenade but instead belonged to someone else and he picked it up.