In the matter-of-fact manner of a professional Marine, Sgt Lanctot told me, “I followed the trail, and, having left my weapon, ammo, and web gear on the berm, I pulled out my Columbia River Knife and Tool folder. I made my way along the canal and into the reeds. Suddenly one of the enemy popped up and grabbed my right arm.”
There, cut off from any possibility of help, Sgt. Heath Lanctot fought his enemy as men have done since the beginning of the human race, with hand weapons, to the death. The water was deep, the reeds were thick, the bottom of the canal slippery. Footing was unsure. During the course of the desperate, furious fight Sgt. Lanctot dispatched his enemy with two knife thrusts to the neck."