SGT Biscamp and I went through the Non Commissioned Offficers Course at Ft Benning in early 1971. I remember him saying he drove a Green Porsch, was married and had 1 or 2 little girls. He died the day I left Vietnam. I too, was with the 1st. Cav in Vietnam…
Freddie W. Cook
SGT Biscamp and I were in the same company the day he was killed in action. We served in the 2/5th Cav previously in the same platoon and I was the medic. We were both later transferred to Co B, 1/7th Cav, but in different platoons. I remember one day we were chopping brush for an LZ to receive supplies by helicopter. He accidentally hacked himself on the leg with his machete leaving a huge gap. He came to me and I instructed that he get on the next chopper to the rear to get stitches. Most would jump at the chance to go to the rear but all he wanted was a bandage. The LT had to order him to get on the chopper and I figured we would see him in a week to 10 days when we again would get resupplied. To my astonishment, he was back on the last chopper that same day. I removed his stitches about a week later in the bush. On the day he was killed, he and I talked a short while before his platoon moved out on a mission, mostly about our old unit and other small talk. He was a great warrior and at the same time compassionate. He helped me apply bandages to a wounded VC (enemy soldier) after a fire fight while we were in the 2/5 Cav. I did not realize at the time of his death that he and I were born on the same day, 2 August 1952. You are a true hero SGT Biscamp and we shall meet again.
SGT Biscamp and I went through the Non Commissioned Offficers Course at Ft Benning in early 1971. I remember him saying he drove a Green Porsch, was married and had 1 or 2 little girls. He died the day I left Vietnam. I too, was with the 1st. Cav in Vietnam…
SGT Biscamp and I were in the same company the day he was killed in action. We served in the 2/5th Cav previously in the same platoon and I was the medic. We were both later transferred to Co B, 1/7th Cav, but in different platoons. I remember one day we were chopping brush for an LZ to receive supplies by helicopter. He accidentally hacked himself on the leg with his machete leaving a huge gap. He came to me and I instructed that he get on the next chopper to the rear to get stitches. Most would jump at the chance to go to the rear but all he wanted was a bandage. The LT had to order him to get on the chopper and I figured we would see him in a week to 10 days when we again would get resupplied. To my astonishment, he was back on the last chopper that same day. I removed his stitches about a week later in the bush. On the day he was killed, he and I talked a short while before his platoon moved out on a mission, mostly about our old unit and other small talk. He was a great warrior and at the same time compassionate. He helped me apply bandages to a wounded VC (enemy soldier) after a fire fight while we were in the 2/5 Cav. I did not realize at the time of his death that he and I were born on the same day, 2 August 1952. You are a true hero SGT Biscamp and we shall meet again.