CHARLES JACKSON BRITT is honored on Panel 2W, Row 124 of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.
After I was discharged I stayed in the area. Sgt. Britt was often a guest overnight and on weekends. He loved the woods and was a true woodsman. He said that, as a child, the woods were his real home. Guess that is why he liked the infantry. Often the family and I would go with him to shoot his guns. He being the brave Ranger that he was, he would often catch rattlesnakes and copperheads with his bare hands. I remember once we were all out and he tried to catch a copperhead and it almost got him. However he was not detered and got the snake. He gave the kids a scare. He commented to me on more than one ocassion that we had become the family he never had. He loved to hunt. When he came home on leave after extending his first tour in Veitnam, he went to Africa to hunt. At Benning he often bagged game and would come dragging it to our place and we all feasted. When he returned to Vietnam for his second tour he wrote often. My wife had to do most of the answering, as I was busy trying to get established in civilian life after several years in the Army. In his last letter to us he stated he was comng directly to our place upon his return.
We were all happy and expected a great reunion, but five days before he was due home we got word that he had been killed in action. He had been mortaly wounded in the head while trying to save a downed helicopter crew. He gave his life while trying to save those who often saved many LRRP/LRP teams from an early demise. He and the rescue team were ambushed and I do not know if any survived. This act was testimony to the life of a true soldier that Sgt. Britt truly was. My wife represented our family at the funeral in Maryland. I was unable to get away.
As a LRRP/LRP with the 2nd brigade 4th infantry division(1966-1968), Sgt. Britt gained the name; "The Legend." His fame came from the fact, that he was able to get in, track, observe, and bring havoc on the enemy without firing a shot and still never get detected. He was an expert at ambushing with artillery. As a fellow teamleader and eventually the PSGT. I only remember SGT Britt making contact once with the enemy. He and I were both taking teams out from the forward firebase of the 1/22nd Infantry. This was just before I became P/sgt. He was to leave out that night . I the next morining to follow in an arclight on the Cambodian border. It was a miserable night as the rain came down in buckets the whole night.Ê Sgt. Britt left out about about 10pm and about an hour later I hear gunfire erupt and quite as suddenly. Automatically I thought they got ambushed. But soon I heard Britt's voice checking in with the command post. He wanted to know who else was out there. There was no one but him and the enemy so they must have been spooked and open fire. When the missions were over, we were in the tent talking and he said to me "the strangest thing happened on that mission." I said "oh yeah, what?" He said he was on point moving through the jungle when he came face to face with an enemy soldier. He said neither raised their rifle but just stood there with water dripping off their hats looking at each other and for what ever reason they both turned and went in different directons. He said it was almost like a dream, but it was real. This was the only contact I ever heard of him making. His ability to get in and out without detection earned him the name; "The Legend."
Charlie Britt you are are dearly missed by my family, myself , and all who's path you ever graced.Ê Rest in peace my friend and truly an American Warrior! PS: Charlie was not just a soldier but a special one. His humility, confidence, and character resounded a faithful patriot and proved to be a solid friend. He left his footprints on the hearts of all he met. Gone but not forgotten. Resting from his labors. We are trying to get his name in the Ranger Hall of Fame as one of the best. We love and miss Charlie Britt.