Jim Nelson says his kid brother wasn't your cliché U.S. Marine.
"Even before Vietnam, Dick was a quiet loner, bookish with only a small circle of friends. You'd usually find him off in the corner, reading. He was not Rambo."
With a high IQ, Richard C. Nelson was tapped by Marine supervisors to learn Vietnamese and work the radios. He was also a prolific writer, penning more than 30 letters home to south Minneapolis from the jungles of Vietnam when he was 20.
His Fox Trot Company had been lucky, suffering only a few casualties taking a hill known as 881 north of Khe Sanh 50 years ago. "But someone in the higher echelon wasn't satisfied," Dick wrote in a letter home, published in George Grim's column in this newspaper on May 28, 1967.
"They wanted another hill and then another — right on into Laos. So we started out — a couple of men killed charging this, a couple wounded taking the next one. They kept saying in a couple of days we'd go back on ship, then a couple more days, a couple more hills. They couldn't always gets food and water for us but they always managed to get more grenades and ammunition."
Eventually, Fox Trot Company — "with still more dirt to be taken" — ran into an ambush. The enemy's automatic weapons, fired from trees and holes in the ground, "gunned down" Nelson's lieutenant, sergeant and squad leader — "leaving us without a speck of leadership."
When U.S. forces gained higher ground, an order came to pull back. But Nelson and six others refused to leave a dozen dead or wounded comrades.
"This order was against everything the Marine Corps stands for," Nelson wrote. "I'm not trying to present myself as a hero. The only thought that crossed my mind again and again was that one of those wounded might have been me. So I stayed."