Kurt Boley sent this excerpt in from the book " My Name Is America, The Journal of Patrick Seamus Flaherty, United States Marine Corps, Khe Sanh, Vietnam, 1968” Page 123, March 3, 1968:
"It's really late, and I've been guarding the line all night. Bebop has some pretty bad dysentery, so I've been letting him get some extra sleep. He did the same for me, a few nights ago, when I had a terrible headache. Anyway, I decided I'd write a few paragraphs, just to try and stay awake. I probably won't be able to read any of this later, since it's so dark - but I don't have enough water to make coffee, and I have to find a way to stay alert.
We had some noise out on the wire before. Another probe, I guess. Unless it was rock apes - there are a lot of them in the jungle around here. One of them actually came right through the perimeter once. Scared the guy who saw it so much that the kid almost passed out before firing a whole magazine at him. People laughed pretty hard about it the next day because even with all of those bullets at short range, he missed. No dead rock ape in front of his position. Not even any blood out there. If the guy in the next hole hadn't seen the whole thing, I would have figured that the kid was making it all up. But I'd be really scared, too, if some huge, furry thing on two legs decided to lurch right up to me in the middle of the night."
(There are no orangutans in Asia, the orangs range in the Pacifric Rim Island Countries of Borneo, Kalimantan and Sumatra only...so what was this huge furry thing on two legs? The Vietnamese call it nguoi rung - translated means 'jungle man.' )