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Originally Posted by Donn
Ah, the ubiquitous kids. When I was on convoy escort, we never knew where we were going till we were at the gate, and the commander filled us in. When we got to the rally point and the grunts were getting off the trucks, the kids were already there, selling Cokes, candy, and cigarettes. Nothing ever happened, but I always figured if the kids knew where we were going, so did Mr. Charles.
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The kids always got to me. Amazing how they could get through the rolls of wire to sell you a warm coke. I got these out of my album. This guy wasn't selling. He was hustling C-rat cigarette from us. The other group photo is of his current home. An orphanage. We were using the road next to it as a wait around assault strip. I took more pictures that day, but I think these two say it all.
On a lighter note, notice no cockpit doors on the Huey. They only added weight and did not stop AK rounds, or anything else for that matter.