The Vietnamese jungle night presses in with its insects and humidity. Sweat trickles down the back of Lieutenant James Shannon’s neck as he lies motionless aboard his River Patrol Boat. After months of perfecting their riverine skills, these sailors have mastered the waterborne ambush—turning the Viet Cong’s own tactics against them in their home territory.The twin diesels are silent, leaving the PBR floating like a ghost in the blackness. The radio operator taps his transmit button twice – sending brief static bursts to Tan A base. No words.Through night vision, Shannon spots what they’ve been waiting for—the first sampan slides into view, then another. Inside, five Viet Cong guerrillas lean on their paddles, AK-47s slung across their chests. They’re carrying something underneath tarpaulins. Top secret intel says these aren’t just rice bags.Shannon’s hand tightens on his weapon. The Navy has never attempted an operation like this before.One sampan slips past… the second approaches. At five yards – close enough to see their faces – Shannon finally shouts: “FIRE!”The Death Trap Waters No One Came Back From