It's late at night in the jungle.
A column of patriots walk single-file down a jungle trail toward a known enemy position; this is war.
Usually led by a traitor who is familiar with the local jungle pathways, the follow each branch of the trail toward their objective: a South
Vietnamese position which guards a strategic permanent encampment.
Their mission: to destroy the military position, the Soldiers who occupy that position, and also the wives and children who live there with the husbands and fathers. All must die, to make the point that there is NO safe place in Viet Nam. There is no mercy; given the time, they will rape the women and slaughter the leaders of the South Vietnamese inhabitants, because Terror is their most influential weapon in this, their war on civilization.
Suddenly, there are a series of explosions .. claymore mines pour 700 rounds each of .32 caliber pellets at their cadre at the head of the line, killing the commander and the traitor who leads them as well as their most politically devote members.
And then comes the most fearsome treat: the Rat-a-tat-tat of the fearsome M60 machine gun which lays down a fearsome volume of fire which is so devestating, so profound, that there is no defense except to return a second or two of AK-47 return fire by the few survivors of the Point element .. followed by a complete route of the entire company.
For if you are not killed or mortally wounded by the initial directed-mine blast, you will surely scourged by the unfailing, if short-lived, machine gun burst. The worst of it is that the ambushers will then pick up their machine guns and walk them through the kill zone, slaughtering all that linger there .. and then they will follow you into the night, for they are the devil incarnate and they have Hell at their fingertips.