"Dust off;" The callsign to evacuate dead and wounded Soldiers. We; often struggling to carry the bodies would at first look for a suitable clear spot[ BIG DANGER HERE ; CLEAR SPOTS USUALLY MEANT RICE PADDIES; WHICH WOULD PLACE THE CHOPPERS UNDER FIRE] ; where a medevac chopper could land.Failing that; another location; where explosives were used to "make" a landing place . Meantime; we kept our dead comrades company and tended to our wounded as best we could; lugging them along with us on makeshift stretchers. It was both sad and bad; not a matter I care to dwell upon[ 2nd lieutenants and platoon Sergeants were under extreme stress to both evacuate the wounded and save the soldiers who still lived.] .. I can sill see their faces; hear; VERY easily their voices.We had a medic; but I would double up, when things became so terrible ; so out with the morphine and pressure bandages and start praying ; pray to OUR LORD to ease their pain; pray that we did not get hit again. Then the struggle to save their lives kept on and on. We would arrive back at NUI DAT; covered in blood;[ not much of it being ours.] Sometimes we would shoulder carry and THAT was the absolute worst; having a badly wounded dying man, screaming in your face , as you tried your best to help him is one thing that will haunt me forever. sometimes ; we would develop very good friendships with our sections and that made it so much worse; as you knew he was badly hit and probably not live.The absolute most terrible were the victims of mines; such as The Jumping Jack.; almost blown in half; they knew they would not survive. These men [boys], will remain with me untill my dying day. I am not ashamed to say I loved them,[ SOME GAVE some] They gave all ; LEST WE FORGET.