For at least a month after "TET" we couldn't find an enemy troop anywhere, not a recently abandoned base camp, not a Ho Chi Minh sandal footprint, not even a booby trap. We spent much of a week climbing one mountain range, sliding back down the other side, only to start climbing the next one. As we neared the top of one mountain the huge trees began to thin out and we felt a cool breeze of fresh air. Another hundred meters and we broke out into a high plateau, an honest to goodness tall grass prairie. There was sunshine and butterflies and songbirds. I wish I had had the wit to turn to the troop behind me and say "Toto, I think we are back in Kansas now". We moved well out into the prairie to where some rock outcrops afforded us a commanding view for miles around. We sent out patrols for a kilometer in each direction. They could find no sign of enemy activity, no indication that there had ever even been a human being there before. The next day we got a re supply, new ordinance, clean fatigues, new boots, hot chow, mail with CARE packages, enough water to scrub down, and a backlog of cold beer. That evening we kicked back and watched a fine sunset. My Squad Leader, Cliff the Mormon, looked around, laughed and said "I would bring my Grandmother for a picnic out here".