Riding in a jeep on Highway One with three other troopers, on the way to Bong Son, we were stopped on the road by traffic, the usual kind, people walking, animals, pedicabs, motorcycles. While stopped, I looked over to the side and in front of a building there were a group of children, maybe seven to eleven years old. As I watched, one of the older threw a hand grenade under the jeep. As he threw it, I covered him with my rifle and was just about to shoot when we pulled ahead and I didn’t fire. Fortunately for us, it was a red smoke grenade and not high explosive. Because I did not shoot, I have continued to wonder if the boy grew up and had a good life or if he became a Viet Cong and went on to kill American and South Vietnamese soldiers and civilians. This has haunted me and always will, not knowing if by me not shooting, I was responsible for harm coming to others.