The Battle of Hill 875, Dak To.
War painted the living and the dead the same gray pallor on Hill 875. The only way to tell who was alive and who was dead amongst the exhausted men was to watch when the enemy mortars came crashing in. The living rushed unashamedly into the tiny bunkers dug into the red clay of the hilltop; the wounded squirmed toward the shelter of the trees that had been blasted to the ground. Only the dead didn't move, propped up in the bunkers where they had died in direct mortar hits, or facedown in the dust where they had fallen to bullets.
From an Associated Press news report by Peter Arnett, November 1967.