A White Feather in the Jungle

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Mon, 30 Mar 2026 14:16:01 +0000
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By Caleb McClain

A lone white feather twitched ever so slightly in the grass as Carlos Hathcock moved though the clearing. “Worming,” he called it—the act of slowly wriggling your body through the Vietnam jungle to avoid detection from NVA or VC troops. He had been “worming” for four days, crossing at least 1,500 yards of enemy territory on a mission. Throughout these grueling days, he had almost been stepped on multiple times by constant patrol guards from Charlie. He could have...