NORFOLK, Va. (Mar 1) – Gunnery Sergeant Carlos Norman Hathcock II, United States Marine Corps(Ret.), was laid to rest Friday, February 26, at Woodlawn Memorial Gardens in Norfolk, Virginia. Gunnery Sgt. Hathcock was 56.
South Viet Nam, 1966. A flash of movement caught the eye of a young Marine Military Policeman who was keeping watch for possible enemy action. As he observed, he could make out a figure crouched in the distance, working busily with something he couldn’t quite see. The man was in civilian clothes… but… there was the rifle slung over his back - the telltale mark of a Viet Cong guerrilla. The enemy soldier continued about his task, oblivious to his danger as Sgt. Carlos Hathcock brought his M-14 to bear. The range appeared to be between 300 and 400 yards - child’s play for Hathcock, who had won the 1000 yard Wimbledon Cup Match at Camp Perry only the year before. The rackgrade weapon he now held was a far cry from the finely-fitted National Match M-1 he had used in competition, but it was certainly capable of making this shot. With his M-14 rested comfortably, Hathcock verified his target - yes, definitely armed - and adjusted his position slightly. He let the front sight settle naturally, centered on the crouching soldier, who appeared to be placing a booby trap. Hathcock felt his chest tighten and his heartbeat increase;
although already Distinguished and a world-class competitive rifleman, he was still new to combat and the killing of men. As he silently eased the safety forward, his right hand settled firmly into place on the small of the stock. He was in his “bubble” now a zone of total concentration. He exhaled, and there was the front sight: on target, crisp, in razor-sharp focus. and centered in the rear sight aperture.
The rifle was absolutely still as he took up the slack in the two-stage trigger, and then applied the final pressure. Such was the depth of his concentration that he was only vaguely aware of the rifles’ report as it jolted against his shoulder. As the bolt cycled, the empty case skittered brightly across the ground to his right, and the M-14 settled back into Position, cocked and ready for a second shot. None was needed, however. The enemy guerrilla laysprawled, no longer a threat. Sgt. Carlos Hathcock II had made his first kill. Officially, it was unconfirmed - one of fourteen unconfirmed kills he was to make before his assignment as a Marine sniper. However, that didn’t concern him. It was simply a job that had to be done. By his actions, Carlos Hathcock had certainly saved the lives of several brother Marines scheduled to patrol the area being mined that day.
Hathcock went on to an illustrious career as the Marine Corps’ top sniper in Viet Nam, with 93 confirmed kills and countless more unconfirmed. His exploits are legendary. He stalked enemy snipers, infiltrated an NVA general’s headquarters, and pinned down a company of enemy soldiers for several days, to cite only a few. Known as “Long Tra’ng” for the trademark white feather he wore to taunt his enemies, he was so feared that when the standard bounty on U.S. snipers was eight dollars, his head was worth several thousand. Severely burned in combat during his second tour in Viet Nam, he recovered and returned to active duty. However, due to his extensive burns and to the insidious onset of multiple sclerosis, he was unable to resume rifle competition at his former level. Now retired on disability, Hathcock leads a quiet life at home.
I first read of Hathcock in 1987. At the time, I was still fairly fresh out of the Army, and was competing in rifle silhouette - both smallbore and Highpower Rifle. I spent the rest of my free time hunting deer, and Carlos’ marksmanship and fieldcraft abilities soon captured my imagination. The more I stalked the Alabama forests and dabbled in longrange shooting, the more he came to represent what was possible for the well trained, motivated and disciplined individual rifleman. Over the years 1, along with thousands of fellow rifle competitors, absorbed Carlos’ story as part of the lore of shooting, alongside other noted American marksmen and soldiers such as Sgt. Alvin York. Time passed. This year, while at Camp Perry, I was reminded of Carlos’ declining health, and I resolved to attempt to help in some small way. I approached the editor of Precision Shooting about interviewing Carlos for the magazine. Dave Brennan, who was also familiar with Hathcock’s situation, was as enthusiastic as I was, and the plan went forward. Now, eight years after reading his story, I was finally to have a chance to meet the man behind the legend! As I parked my rental car in front of a neat, red brick house in Virginia Beach, Virginia, it became apparent the I had found the right place. On this sunny, fall day - appropriately enough, the Marine Corps birthday - American and USMC flags fluttered from a mast in the front yard.