By Jim Lewis
For the Optic
July 16, 1968, was a hot, yellow-tinted day.
Our sweat-soaked bodies were caked with dust. We were all the same color; only the whites of our eyes showed any contrast.
We were moving to Hill 88 to set a base camp. Once there, supplies and water would be helicoptered into our position. After humping up the 88 feet (hills were named by the height they were above sea level), I sat down alone in the hot sun. In front of me were other members of 1st Platoon.