“When my dad was in Vietnam, he was on a small SF-kinda unit, an eight man hunter-killer team. Only eight guys would go on patrol into the jungle for up to 30 days at a time. He had a Native American named Too Late on his squad. As they were on patrol moving making no noise, my dad's buddy looked at him and pointed to the treetops. My dad said he looked up and saw something in the tree. He thought it was a sniper so he shot it. They saw it fall out of the tree. They moved up slowly to confirm the kill. When they got up to it, it wasn't a man. At first they thought it was a man but then realized it wasn't. They called in on the radio. They had to drag the body to the LZ and one chopper came and took the body and they were left in the jungle to finish their mission.

When they got back to base they we informed when they asked, it was a rare monkey but there were no big primates like orangutans in Vietnam. They were told as a group never to speak of it. I've talked to every guy from the team because they all made it home alive and they all tell this story and all believe it was some kind of missing link my dad shot. Crazy stuff.” RO