Valor Friday
We had a request from MustangCryppie that I highlight the actions of one Peter Lemon in the jungles of Vietnam. Lemon is unique in a few ways. He was Canadian-born, and is the only foreign born recipient of the Medal of Honor for actions in Vietnam. He was a volunteer, signing up to fight the spread of communism in 1968, when the Vietnam War was becoming deeply unpopular on the home front. He was also stoned out of his gourd on grass when he earned the MoH.
From Military.com;
Canada is known for some of the world’s greatest exports: crude oil, maple syrup and one-man armies. Thankfully, for all three of those examples, Canada is one of America’s best friends.
Energy and waffles are important, but when it comes to making the world safe for democracy, Canada can hang with the best of us. Three of the top five longest-range sniper kills belong to Canadians. Canadian Leo Major took an occupied town by himself in World War II and later wrecked an entire Chinese battalion in Korea. Then there’s Peter Lemon.
Lemon was a Canadian-American who immigrated to the U.S. at age 2 and joined the U.S. Army as soon as he could, as the war in Vietnam was reaching the height of its unpopularity. He probably could have avoided serving altogether if he wanted to, but he didn’t.
He believed the war was necessary to stem the spread of Communism, and when so many people were fleeing to Canada to evade the draft, Lemon — the erstwhile Canadian — enlisted, ready to go to Vietnam in 1969. He learned to shoot at a young age and took the challenge of Army life so well, they made him a squad leader.
When he arrived in Vietnam in July 1969, his world turned upside down. The beliefs that drove him to enlist and fight the good fight quickly fell away as he saw fraggings, the disdain locals had for Americans and allied soldiers killing enemy soldiers who surrendered. It was all very sobering — so he and his fellow soldiers stopped staying sober all the time.
On April 1, 1970, Lemon was a specialist at Fire Base Illingworth, a 20-year-old sergeant in a support unit at the base in Tay Ninh Province, near South Vietnam’s border with Cambodia. Its mission was to provide artillery support to units operating in that area. It was also bait, a lone firebase in the middle of the jungle, just begging the North Vietnamese to attack it.
When an attack came, the Americans were not as vulnerable as they appeared. They used air superiority to fend off any attack on the base. It was an ongoing trap meant to draw troops away from other areas inside South Vietnam while inflicting heavy casualties on the enemy. But the Communists in Vietnam didn’t kick out the French and fight the Americans to a draw by falling for traps wholesale.
On March 31, 1970, Lemon and his squad went out on a patrol in the local area before coming back to Illingworth that night to get some sleep.
Lemon didn’t sleep for long. The base’s ground surveillance radar picked up a large enemy force headed its way around midnight that night. American troops opened up on the force in the dark, just to tell the North Vietnamese Army it was being watched. Lemon and his men manned their positions, but they didn’t have to do much. That soon changed.
Everyone knew the enemy was out there waiting to strike, but no one knew whether Communists actually would strike. Still, they needed to sleep, so Lemon smoked a joint before bed.
Let’s take a quick aside to note that there’s nothing legal about smoking pot as an American troop. Not in a war zone, not anywhere, especially in 1970. But this was Vietnam and so many soldiers were getting high in the bush, on the firebases and in the cities of South Vietnam, it became as common as drinking Coca-Cola at the USO.
Anyone who wants to judge how some soldiers in the ’70s smoked pot in the war zone should remember that troops today have been known to sneak booze in mouthwash bottles, which seems much worse for some reason.
In any case, Lemon didn’t fall asleep. It was just after 2 a.m. when he started to feel the effects of the drug. That’s also when 400 veteran North Vietnamese soldiers struck the base. The Americans were outnumbered nearly two to one, and their airpower advantage was negated by the dark night. They would have to fight and win or be overrun, no matter how high they were.
Unfortunately for the Communists, Lemon worked better while totally stoned.
“It was the only time I ever went into combat stoned,” he later said. “You get really alert when you are stoned because you have to be.”
As NVA troops poured into the firebase, Lemon hopped onto a .50-cal and poured rounds into the oncoming wave. With mortars and rockets going off around him, he stood tall on his gun. When that stopped working, he used his rifle until it stopped working, too. He picked up hand grenades and started killing Communists until he ran out of grenades.
Lemon ran out of grenades before he ran out of enemy soldiers. There was just one left, so he got to work on the last North Vietnamese troop with his bare hands. That’s when the base exploded.
It seems the base had received tons of artillery shells that couldn’t work with the guns they had. Since they had no use for the ammo, the Americans just stacked it in the center of the firebase. As Lemon was killing an NVA soldier, a communist shell hit the pile and blew a huge hole in Fire Base Illingworth.
When he finally was able to stand, Lemon was wounded, dazed and still stoned but managed to get his battle buddy to an aid station. He didn’t stop fighting, though. He grabbed a bag of grenades and put them to good use.
As he moved, he realized the section of the base was about to be overrun. So he started tossing more grenades. When he ran out of grenades once more, he began to knock out enemy soldiers, one after another, with his fists. Despite being unarmed and wounded three times, he single-handedly kept the base from being overrun by the swarms of NVA.
By the time Lemon finally found another machine gun, the NVA was still on the attack so Lemon took down as many as he could until he passed out from blood loss and awesomeness. There’s only so much of either that any person could handle.
When he woke up in an aid station, he started to refuse treatment or evacuation, believing other men needed assistance more than he did. He might have been right, because it doesn’t appear that Peter Lemon can be killed by mortal men.
Today, he’s one of few Canadian-born Americans to receive the Medal of Honor, which was presented to him by President Richard Nixon. Still not a proponent of the Vietnam War, he did not wear his medal for many years.
One day, it occurred to him that he earned the Medal of Honor fighting for his comrades in arms, and today, he wears it to honor the memory of the men at Fire Base Illingworth who didn’t come home. You can read more about Lemon and his experiences in his book, “Beyond the Medal: A Journey From Their Hearts to Yours.”
That is a man who will not let anyone harsh his buzz. Thank God he was on our side. Here’s his award citation;
Medal of Honor
AWARDED FOR ACTIONS
DURING Vietnam War
Service: Army
Battalion: 2d Battalion
Division: 1st Cavalry Division
GENERAL ORDERS:
Department of the Army, General Orders No. 36 (July 16, 1971)
CITATION:
The President of the United States of America, in the name of Congress, takes pleasure in presenting the Medal of Honor to Sergeant [then Specialist Fourth Class] Peter Charles Lemon, United States Army, for conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while serving as an assistant machine gunner with Company E (Recon), 2d Battalion, 8th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division, in action against enemy aggressor forces the defense of Fire Support Base Illingworth, Tay Ninh Province, Republic of Vietnam, on 1 April 1970. When the base came under heavy enemy attack, Sergeant Lemon engaged a numerically superior enemy with machinegun and rifle fire from his defensive position until both weapons malfunctioned. He then used hand grenades to fend off the intensified enemy attack launched in his direction. After eliminating all but one of the enemy soldiers in the immediate vicinity, he pursued and disposed of the remaining soldier in hand-to-hand combat. Despite fragment wounds from an exploding grenade, Sergeant Lemon regained his position, carried a more seriously wounded comrade to an aid station, and, as he returned, was wounded a second time by enemy fire. Disregarding his personal injuries, he moved to his position through a hail of small arms and grenade fire. Sergeant Lemon immediately realized that the defensive sector was in danger of being overrun by the enemy and unhesitatingly assaulted the enemy soldiers by throwing hand grenades and engaging in hand-to-hand combat. He was wounded yet a third time, but his determined efforts successfully drove the enemy from the position. Securing an operable machinegun, Sergeant Lemon stood atop an embankment fully exposed to enemy fire, and placed effective fire upon the enemy until he collapsed from his multiple wounds and exhaustion. After regaining consciousness at the aid station, he refused medical evacuation until his more seriously wounded comrades had been evacuated. Sergeant Lemon’s gallantry and extraordinary heroism, are in keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and reflect great credit on him, his unit, and the United States Army.
Category: Army, Historical, Medal of Honor, Valor, Vietnam
How old is that picture? He looks great for being in his 70s!
1. Americans could conduct CAS at night in Vietnam. Don’t know why it wasn’t coordinated.
2. Artillery works at night and should have been coordinated in abundance, especially in a outpost like this.
3. This weapins issue seems more than a coincidence. Not cleaned or oiled properly? Rehearsals? Knowledge on how to change barrels or clear a weapon?
These are leadership failures.
“As NVA troops poured into the firebase, Lemon hopped onto a .50-cal and poured rounds into the oncoming wave. With mortars and rockets going off around him, he stood tall on his gun. When that stopped working, he used his rifle until it stopped working, too.”
Maintenance could be one reason for weapon failure but also he could have simply scorched the 50 and rifles due to too high a rate of fire and or ammo depletion. On the MG especially since he had no loader to assist with ammo or barrel change. The man did what needed doing at the time it needed doing and I for damn sure am not going to second guess him from the safety of a keyboard.
Great minds and all that Ot.
He coulda melted the barrels with the rate of fire he poured out. How many of us have seen a Ma Deuce glowing?
A classic example of “…bring every weapon to bear…” DAAAYYUUUM! Wonder how many NVA skulls he crushed with them Brass Balls? SALUTE!
Great story, Mason. Not all Canucks are Justine Trudydos.
Thanks!
If you know how to use the 50 cal properly, you know how to change the barrel quickly and properly.
Was there a spare barrel? Were there protective gloves? Head, space and timing tool? Etc.
This was a AT RISK firebase EXPECTING an attack.
Again, leadership failures.
How many times has an m-16 gotten so hot that it keeps firing until you pop the magazine or it malfunctions. And it doesn’t take long for that to occur. I worked an O bunker with an m-60 and never had a spare barrel, gloves etc. The dude may not have had any spare barrels too. I don’t think he had much time to change out barrels under those conditions. He could have just beat the enemy with those brass balls when the guns quit.
TNX Mason. Always difficult to read these citations, especially
the Viet of the Nam ones.
Keep them coming.
My Dad graduated highschool with Mr. Lemon and I have met him before at class reunions. I am the proud owner of his MoH challenge coin. What a great guy.
Who wrote that crap? Nothing against pot in regs – really?
As long as it wasn’t done in the open. They only tested for heroin on the piss test.
100% Certified Grade A badass.
My brother (RIP) was in Vietnam at that time at a location called Firebase 6 near Dak To and Cambodia IIRC. Artilleryman. He always said that the war wasn’t bad for him, but I’ve always wondered and stories like this make me wonder more. My father was the same way. North Africa, Sicily, Italy. Monte Cassino. But he said he didn’t go through any “rough stuff” in the three years he was overseas. Guess they just didn’t want to remember.
As far as my brother is concerned, I’d be surprised if he didn’t smoke dope over there. He was not a fan of the war or the Army, but he went anyway. He always said he thought about going to Canada or Sweden, but that he loved the country too much and figured he wouldn’t be able to come home if he ran away. Still pisses me off to this day that Carter told those fuckers they could come home free and clear.
My grandfather was on the exact same European tour during WWII with the 7th and 5th Armies. His outfit was pulled from Monte Cassino and took part in the Invasion of Southern France, then into Belgium and Germany. He didn’t talk a lot about the “war”, but he liked to talk about the countries he got to see.
My parents divorced when I was in kindergarten and he was the male role model that taught me how to be a man. I always knew that I would be a Soldier and it had a lot to do with him. I joined the Army 2 days after turning 17.
He passed away while I was in Afghanistan in 2011 at the age of 93. I still miss him.
…..and this ladies and gentlemen is where they got the inspiration for “Rambo” from…..!
Mike
USAF Retired
As I was reading it, I thought to myself that what he did sounded a lot like the final battle scene in Platoon.
I wonder if he sounds like Marlin Brando too.