We found a supply of ice while at Duc Pho (Duck Foe) ('67) but we was only able to get the ice one time. The water that was used was not drinkable but very dirty water with debris that could be seen in the ice. Seems one of the Infantry HQ units found a grenade in a block of ice and well, that was it on getting ice.

about every two months or so, I would hitchhike up to Saigon, my pay was always messed up, had to square that away when I DROS'ed back to Bragg after my tour. Make a PX run, and walk back to the airbase and see who and what was heading south. Usually, some aircraft was about to go to Can Tho, in the Delta, and from there I would see when any choppers were heading further south. Typically, some sort of supply UH would drop me off at my own Vietnamese compound. I have a great selection of aircraft pics, this one I think is an OV10, but the AF guys here can correct me if incorrect. I think this Bad Boy looks like some sort of terrible insect. Off to the side of the airbase was a big pile of wrecked aircraft.

All the best, and stay safe. SF VET

Went out to Me An for a week or so, small district team, two US, they had three interpreters. Their District Senior Advisor was a Major, who played the John Denver song "All most heaven, West Virginia" non stop all day every day. I was a Captain, but in a Major's slot on my own district. These mini guns were pretty impressive, especially at night.

All you needed was a source of electrical power to fire this gun, as it was purely mechanical, so when a chopper was downed with one of these, it was imperative to recover or destroy the gun immediately.

The three Vietnamese interpreters played Monopoly relentlessly, and non-stop.

All the best, and stay safe.... SF VET
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The above reminds me of the line from the movie Air America, "I was always the weirdest guy in the room. Here I'm not in the running."

OZ

For the first six months I was a MAT leader, ie, Mobil Advisor Team Leader, and I would go out with a SSG and be dropped off by a Chopper for about a week, at some remote VN outpost. My job was to try to teach the local's how to call in American airstrikes, but they were usually too drunk to learn anything.

The SSG who accompanied me was a body builder, with a big eagle tattoo on his chest. Every evening, the local troops would gather around to see him take off his top, and flex his muscles. He also would put heavy dumbbells in his ruck, and when the chopper would hover for us to jump off, he would smile and toss his 80# ruck for the local troops to catch for him, and they would go rolling backwards with his ruck. He was a quiet chap, didn't talk much. He was also a pistol guy, and always wore 5 or 6 pistols strapped on him.

Lots of strange people in wars....

Here, a pic of a typical outpost, note the rusty mortar, unusable weapons, and drunk troops. To much rice wine. I got drunk once on it too.

All the best, and stay safe.... SF VET
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This is an outstanding thread, and no issue with posting the pictures so keep going. An interesting time in our history, and for those of us who lived through it but just missed joining in the fun the stories and pictures can be sobering. I have a number of good friends who passed subsequent to their time in SE Asia, and the stories they told are consistent to the experiences being shared here. The pictures are the bonus round, so keep 'em coming!!

SF Vet,

Your mention of having pay problems brought back a memory.

While inprocessing ROK, I went into the finance office where a Maj. was chewing out a PFC payroll clerk. The Maj. soon left. The PFC said "Hang on Sarge", and proceeded to put his chair on his desk. He then climbed up on it, lifted the ceiling panel, and threw the Major's pay file up there. He then climbed down while saying "That will teach that XXX, he will be drawing casual pay the entire time he is here." I was really polite to that young private.

You didn't tick off a payroll clerk, did you?

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I'll say this about the Vietnamese, they could be ingenious when it came to building something but if they ever repaired something mechanical it might work but would forever remain Vietnamized and un-repairable by just about any American. They would get an old worn out air conditioning unit from the Navy hospital working, if you looked it over it would be a rube-goldberg nightmare of tubing and hoses...but worked, chugging and thumping away.

Just my perspective as a former enlisted guy. In the Army anyway, Captains and Majors seem to go through a time where they have an exaggerated sense of how powerful they are. Usually a Spec-4 around to make their life difficult. The PFC was definitely promotion ready.

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My second six months, was a District Senior Advisor, and our transportation was a Boston Whaler, with two Johnson 40's. In time, I became a pretty accomplished Johnson mechanic. Our motors were maintained up in Province, by Vietnamese mechanics, who had no idea of the difference in metric and SAE fasteners and threads. So parts of our motors were always vibrating off. I read in a car magazine about the new aerobic thread lockers, so wrote the Permatex company and they sent me two bottles of their product, which helped some. I have always had a "soft spot" in my heart for Permatex.

Our whaler was pretty waterlogged with all the holes in it, so it would not get up on a plane. One day, radioed higher we needed a replacement motor, and a chopper dropped one off. Then SSG Tom C and I were carrying it down to our whaler, and when crossing a log bridge, looked down and the muddy creek was full of pretty young Vietnamese ladies bathing and laughing in the nude, and we looked at them and lost our balance, and dropped the motor into the muck, so radioed higher and told them to send another Johnson, this one wouldn't work.

Here a pic of Tom C loading a wounded Vietnamse to take up the river to Province for care.

All the best... and stay safe.... SF VET
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Went out to this tiny settlement on the coast of the South China sea, to inspect and check what was happening. At this same post a year before, one of my interpreters, Son, had been in the village spending a recreational night in the village, when the compound was overrun, and the two US were rendered incapacitated by a grenade thrown in their bunker, and Son was awarded a Bronze Star for his actions of calling in air support to repel the attack. Here a pic of what is probably the wreck of an old Sikorsky 'chopper off to the side of the held-pad. I have always wondered if any US were injured or lost in this past incident.

I hope Son made it out of Vietnam OK. He spoke English without any accent at all. He did like the local girls though.

All the best, and stay safe.... SF VET
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We had most of our individual weapons locked in racks, under the control of immediate supervisors. Being an artillery outfit, our primary weapons were howitzers. Our .50's and M60's were on the perimeter. Several nights a week, it was my turn to check the perimeter, so I'd stumble off into the dark with a 16 and bandolier.

I got tired of locking up the 16 twice a night, and had a hankering for something that made a bigger hole, so I visited that source of all things unauthorized, the battery clerk. He told me to give him $25 MPC and come back the next day. He gave me an M3A1 45 SMG, complete with magazines, flash hider and pouch. Wish I could have been able to take it home.

Loved shooting the thumper on our makeshift range. Sold it to a MACV officer when I left.

Funny memories.

Tom in Cincinnati

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This is just a real favorite military armored car. I have always wished I had a WWII M8 6 wheel armored car. My only present army vehicle is my '52 Army M37, 3/4 ton, although I do have a M 1919 air-cooled 30 cal on a pedestal in the bed. I don't drive around with it on of course.

But this is a Cadillac-Gage V100. These are dual feed M 1919 guns. This is up in Kien Phong Province, about middle of the Delta.

All the best, and stay safe. SF VET
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This is a few minutes later. These guys on top are in a argumentative card game. One of the players got all upset about some sort of skullduggery and pulled a pin on a grenade and killed all of them.

Had to be on my toes whenever the local troops started gambling and drinking.

All the best, and stay safe. SF VET
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Here is my own "non-concealed" carry, a M 1919A3, 30cal. De-milled, of course, but I have never had anybody harass me when I am out driving. Maybe some reason for that, I guess.

Took me about a year near full time to get it like this. Just rebuild the 300 pound winch on the front. That was a chore. My grandson's, 3 & 6 just love off-roading with me. Had to winch out of hub-deep mud last time. My license plate is NAM VET

All the best, and stay safe. SF VET

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Nice truck. If I remember, those were built in the early 50's. I was a mechanic and worked on them the first half of the 70's, many of which had very few miles on them.

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we built our "hootch" inside a corrugated metal shack, a bed room, and a living room/kitchen. This is Kahn, a Vietnamese solder who was one of my two interpreters, spoke English as good as you and I. Behind him is a pic of the Rise Shaving Cream girl. The Story: On operations, the troops would bring up pretty young women for me for my "lunch break", offering them to me. But I would always comment how pretty she was, and tell them I had a girlfriend back home, which was not true.

Eventually, Kahn told me they were wondering if I was one of those guys who preferred males, and they would provide that for me too. I came upon a solution. I wrote to the Rise Shaving Cream Girl, requesting a pic, which she sent to me, and so I put it on the wall, and told the local troops that she was my "girl back home", and they said she was beautiful, and understood my being true to her. When you are an advisor, you have to be resourceful.

One of the M16's is mine, the Chicom '53 I brought back home as trophy, and still have it.

I will tell the sad story of Kahn in another post.

all the best, and stay safe.. SF VET
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Accompanying the Vietnamese on an operation. When we would come to some water to cross, the Vietnamese Commander would order one of his shorter soldiers to try to cross. If he suddenly disappeared, we moved on to try another more shallow, crossable place.

Our operations tended to slow ponderous events. When the ARVN Ranges came thru, they moved fast and ruthlessly, and left piles of bodies behind them.

Here, and as always, Stay safe, and all the best. SF VET
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This was my home for my second six months In-Country, deep in the Delta. The Vietnamese in this District Capital had made this four-sided compound. Walls maybe 100 or less yards. The berm had multiple rows of barbed wire outside, one entrance, (photo later) and the soldiers and their families lived in these hovels built into the berm. There was a defensive position at each corner and along the berm, with old air cooled 30 cal MG's and such.

All the best, and stay safe. SF VET
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This is inside, viewed from my own "hootch". Note the wire all over the inside of the compound, so that any VC in an over-run at night would have difficulty scampering about, without knowing how to get from one side to another. Had to walk thru the wire paths. Also, rainy, we are collecting rain water for our own barrels up on our kitchen and shower. The water inside the compound, under the homes of the troops was very polluted, and stagnant, and the wives would wash their children in it, and dip water for their cooking and washing. Our own latrine ran down a pipe into it. I had a 1.5KW generator I would fire up most evenings for a while, and the locals would tap into my lines, and about every ten days or so, my generator would struggle to handle the load, so I would go to my generator, take off my wire, switch to 220 volts, and blow out all their lights, and then they would slowly tap in and we would go thru this routine over and over. Our HQ was sorta protected by hand woven wire to reduce RPG impacts. Had a tower with a fifty up top.

On the far side of the compound is the local restaurant. Ate many a meal of noodles and whatever there, plus warm Beer 33.

Stay safe, and all the best.. SF VET
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another look at the RPG wire around the HQ, I and one or sometimes two SFC's were the only US in the compound.

All the best, and stay safe. SV VET
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Something handy about having your bath, cooking, washing and toilet water within a few feet of your front door. Us Americans never drank or used this water. We use our rain water, or would go across the river for well water. Occasionally an infant would fall in and drown in the night. Plus the rats were big as footballs, and when I would be out at night in the compound, I would punt them into the moat. Will later relate the time I was after a big rat with a clever in our kitchen one night, saving our cat.

So far, the moderators have not cancelled my forum membership so will continue with these.

All the best, and stay safe. SF VET
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Thank you OP for posting your photos and stories.

Just for kicks, here is my M1919A3, on my truck. Don't seem to have much problem with road rage threats.

Actually of course, I don't drive around with the gun mounted. Just for shows and when I shoot at a range.

All the best, and stay safe. SF VET

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One for the AF guys. This is an A37 Dragonfly. As I understand, this was a US Jet two pilot trainer, but had some ordnance attached, and was used by the VNAF for close air support. Never had them fly in support of me. Right next to these at Saigon's Tan San Nhut airport was a big pile of wrecked ones. I met a few VNAF pilots and like all pilots of small warplanes, they had a "cowboy" personality.

Stay safe, and all the best. SF VET
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When I was posted to Vietnam, MACV, the Advisory command, in Oct of '71, my only photography experience had been with the popular Instamatic 126 cameras. One of the first things I did in-country was to buy my first 35mm an Olympus Pen F, a half frame 35mm. It was and still is considered a fine small SLR. But I soon sold or traded it for something, and shortly there after it was stolen from the other chap.

I then bought a simple Ricoh semi-automatic 35 mm, and started shooting Kodachrome 25, which I would buy at the PX. Some of my earlier slides were with the Ricoh. Later, looking at the PACEX catalogue, which had items not available stateside, like high end music systems, cameras, Rolex's for $200, and Nikon, Cannon, Minoltra and Pentax (actually Asahi) cameras. Ordered and was sent a "Pentax" Spotmatic II, with the 1.4 and a 28 mm, all in nice leather cases. At that time, Asahi had the best anti-reflective coatings.

I had to be pretty choosey of what pic's I took, as my supply of Kodachrome and occasionally Ectachrome 160 was very limited. I had these little Kodak mailers, and would send my slide film back to the stateside lab, to be returned to my Nebraska home. I never knew until I returned if they were any good or not, having never seen any of them 'till then. I was lucky.

I learned a lot about basic photography with that manual camera, which has stood me well in my continued hobby of photography and darkroom work with different formats.

I took my "Pentax" every where with me, in a plastic bag, then and later all over the world, and to Desert Storm later. Eventually lots of lenses and bodies, and more. Even parachuted with it.

I have probably 5 or 6 hundred slides from Vietnam, and a few years ago selected some for hi-resolution digitalization, which are the ones I post here.

This is one of my bodyguards, an X-VC, we are about to go somewhere in my Whaler, with the two Johnson 40's. That is his silenced XM203 with a 40mm launcher under the barrel. My PRC 77 and rifle too. I never carried any grenades, just too much chance of catching one on some vines or the like.

One thing about the Vietnamese, they had NO radio discipline at all. They talked constantly on the radio, they never quit communicating. Once, the VC jammed my own radio with repeated playing of the Beatles Yellow Submarine song. I just enjoyed listening to it, and left it on.

When I was an A team CO, we had two Leica M2's for our team.

Anyway, stay safe, and all the best... SF VET
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Occasionally, the ARVN would conduct an operation in my district. They would never discuss with us or with my counterparts, probably due to spies every where. They would just swoop in and go out, causing all sorts of disruption and mayhem. Bloodthirsty. Killed everybody not in known friendly villages. Here, loading up for an operation, blowing off the roofs of the villagers' hootches. I can just imagine would would have happened if one of the roof panels had wrapped around a rotor blade. No wonder we lost thousands of helicopters in RVN.

Stay safe, and all the best... SF VET
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Love the post. Too bad I can’t see the pics as they are coming in broken.


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This is indeed an OV-10A "Bronco". Helluva a plane, even today.

If this was in or heading to Can Tho than it was probably a US Navy version, callsign "Black Ponies"

I guess since my dad was a Naval Aviator from the late '30's thru the early'70's, lots of PBY and other multi-engine aircraft, was on a carrier that was sunk, I have always had a fascination with military aircraft. When I was a kid, a pilot could take his family up for a ride, and I rode with him as a kid. Too many crashes, so that was stopped long ago.

Anyway, this is an OH6. Note the min-gun, with the metal can over the barrels, to avoid a mishap in handling. As I recall, these were made by Hughes, had 600 hp engines, and were often survivable in an impact, because the tail would break off and the egg-shaped cockpit would be relatively protective. Very maneuverable. Army name I think was Cayanne or something like that.

I rode in these a few times, and the army pilots of these small planes were real cowboys. Very risk taking, dangerous guys to ride with. This the same 'copter used I think in the TV show the A Team.

Stay safe, and all the best... SF VET
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Can You elaborate on the “can” , on the minigun muzzle ? I’ve never seen that before.

SF VET, this is some good stuff, sir! Please keep sharing.

it is a 7.62 six barrel Gatling gun. Totally mechanical, all it it needs is electrical power to the motor that spins the barrels, then loading and ejection and feeding is all mechanical. So if somehow the motor is engaged, a lot of bullets can fire in just a few seconds, with resulting mayhem and danger. In fact, if one is just turns the the barrels somehow, it will fire. Thus the "can" on on the muzzles.

If you have ever heard miniguns fire, they fire so fast, something like 6,000 rounds a minute, that sound is just a loud "hummmmm'.

Thanks for the complements.

You can imagine what kind of fire power this C119 (a Korean War vintage plane called a Flying Boxcar; I made my jump school training out of these) with also sometimes also a 105 howitzer can put down. I think this is a search lite. The flat panels just ahead of the side door are parachutist wind deflectors, they would come out to let the jump master hang out to see the drop zone. I was an SF Jumpmaster, and have some hilarious stories about troops climbing out on the plates and just hanging on for dear life.

The first gunships were C47's, called "Spooky", then they armed up an assortment of planes. The streams of tracers at night from the gunships was truly impressive.
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On a sadder note, later as a physician, I met a lady who lost her husband in Desert Storm, when he was killed with 17 other US when they stayed out past dawn in an AC130 and were shot down by Iraqi antiaircraft fire just off the coast, and went into the water.

One of my very best friends, CPT Gregg H is stilll MIA in Vietnam, we were good friends stateside, and went over together, he left a wife and two young daughters. I fly my flag in memory of him.

All the best, and stay safe, SF VCET

An AC 130 gunship was lost over the Ho Chi Minh trail in '72, and in a unique set of circumstances, I had a personal interaction/relationship with this loss over the next 30 years, even with Steve McQueen, Ali McGraw, a US Embassy secretary, and a magazine. A long story, maybe another time perhaps.

SF VET

Our CO had the responsibility of inspecting cardboard covered pallets of beer at the PX to insure the cans were not TOO rusty for consumption. If they were deemed "too rusty" we would haul them up and take them to our company area for disposal. We disposed of them, all right! We did trade some for steaks from the AF and traded some for shrimp and lobster from the Navy. Sunday's were cookout day - "rusty can" beer, steaks, and seafood. Probably the only good time I had in VM.

Should have typed VN, not VM. By the way, this was at DaNang.

was coming out a grocery the other day, down on the SC coast, and saw cases of Fresca, and I recalled when up in Saigon, saw a bulldozer crushing thousands of cans of Fresca in a dump. Itr was one cent a can in the PX. I still like it when I rarely find it for sale.

All the best, and stay safe. SF VET

This is the link to the AC with which I had a relationship over a 30 year period. Will explain later..

All the best, and stay safe. SF VET

Aircraft Down | HuffPost

Many of us who served on the ground remember the planes we called "Puff the Magic Dragon" (title of a popular song of the 60's). C119 and C130 aircraft equipped with 7.62mm mini-guns. Cyclic rate of each gun was reportedly 6000 rounds per minute, but as I recall they were "tuned down" to around 2000 rounds per minute, and even at that the firing bursts were kept fairly short and controlled to avoid burning out the barrels from excessive heat. Even at that I suspect barrels required frequent replacements.

From the ground at night we could hear the aircraft engines as the plane orbited the site, then the mini-guns opened up with a solid streak of red tracers (although only every 5th round was tracer) that looked like what I imagined a laser beam would appear. The sound of the guns was nothing like machineguns, more like a giant zipper being pulled rapidly creating a solid buzzing sound.

The mini-guns were mounted at the sides of the aircraft, requiring an orbit of the target area to keep the guns trained on the intended target. Fairly low level attack as I recall, but that was difficult to even guess from the ground at night.

I don't recall the designation "AC130" being applied until after my time in Vietnam. But I was one of the grunts on the ground, not an airman, so I was just happy that they were on our side.

We heard about C130's equipped with 105mm howitzers on the rear loading ramp. I never witnessed that, but it must have been something to see in action.

Tchepone was a bad place to fly. Had a friend, now gone, who used to fly Blind Bat missions
around that area. He told some hair raising tales.

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I can't "like" this story, it makes me want to cry. My gut tightened up as I caught my breath. Even today these young, tough kids face death every day for us. When they are hit, they hurt, bleed, and die. And those of us who have been there, or not, feel the hurt almost as if it is our own sons and daughters.

Have a blessed day,

Leon

USAR 1969 - 1975 USNR 1987 - 2007

No combat. Love all of y'all for your dedication and service.

That wins the prize for "Humor in Uniform" in this thread.

For the beer record herein, I found that Balboa beer in Panama was pretty doggone good and Schwabenbrau beer in Vaihingen, Germany was outstanding!

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let's not forget the c-47 " puff "". i flew on many missions, starting in early 1964 and the noise was ear shattering..

i mis spoke early 65...

Harbor Security in Danang ran around in those Boston Whalers with dual 40hourse Johnsons, we called them "skimmers" just the props in the water. They could get just about anywhere fast, if anything larger was needed they called up a Swift boat, there was always one out in the harbor somewhere. When the Vietnamese took over you could look down at the pier and see all of the Swift boats tied up, little kids and pigs running around on the decks, laundry flapping in the breeze.

Yeah, that story was a real gut punch.

Reminds me of one my Father-in-law shared before he died. He was a radio operator on B-24's in the 8th Air Force. He came down with a case of dysentery, and ended up in sick bay. The crew that he had flown with for a long time went up with a replacement RO. That ship never came back, all men on board were KIA, and he suffered serious survivor guilt.

The only upside was that while being assigned another permanent crew he did fly a couple of missions with Jimmy Stewart as PIC.

This was during his bombing days, earlier in war he flew with the "Carpetbaggers", the air arm of the OSS. As such, they flew unarmed B24s, painted black, and dropped assets and equipment at night in support of the Resistance prior to D-Day.

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I was out on an op with the Vietnamese, and we stopped for lunch at a rice farmer's, way out, he was just trying to stay alive between two warring sides. Very few locals did not live in semi-protected hamlets. Anyway, he wanted to offer us lunch, and I saw his prized morsel, a really big shrimp. I was just hoping he would offer it to me, and he did with bowing and gestures, as it was his only real "meat". He had had a water buffalo, but some time before, a US 'chopper killed it, and it had been hard for them since.

So I accepted the shrimp. I don't know what it tastes like if one were to scrape the inside of a foul aquarium, but that is what that shrimp tasted like to me. But I had to smlle and eat it with apparent relish. I did so, it was part of my advisor job.

He had a small black kitten, tiny thing, and I offered him a nickel's worth of piasters, and bright that cat home in an ammo much, the little guy poking his head out and looking at all the muck and water.

For some reason, that cat seemed to me to be a tiny bit of Americal in our hootch, and we took great care of him, although he never grew much at all and just laid around like cats do.

But he had the heart and courage of a true warrior, we were to find out one night.

All the best and stay safe.... SF VET

Back in my Okinawa days Was out with my Green Beret Buddy Don and wives.
A guy walked by and Don spoke to him.
Then he says see that guy going there.
One day he went into Laos with some S Vietnamese Rangers.
They got hit at the landing.
The Helios started lifted and the Rangers started piling on.
Our SF guy got left as the Helios departed and the Rangers scattered.,
So he decided it was time to leave, picked a route and ran.
Got away but was now stranded in Laos.
So he got his bearings and started walking.
Days later he showed himself at one of those SF border camps waving his M-16 and identifying himself.
They looked him over and finally went out and walked him through the Mines.
Just like in the Movie!
He’s my Buddy Don.

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The day I was dropped off at my second 6 month home, a district HQ, the then Major and SFC Tom C were constructing a new house inside a metal roofed building. We made it out of wood and screens, had basically two rooms, a bedroom, and a "parlor", part kitchen. Then built our shower/latrine/kitchen wash sink up a few steps .

The Major soon left, and did not return , so I as a CPT was the District Senior Advisor, with one or two SFC's. One Moonlite night, heard the pots and pans from our dinner rattling up in the "sink" area, and got up and stepped up and there was the rat eating our left over rice. The rats in the compound were big as footballs, hairless, and mangy creatures.

I grabbed a big meat cleaver, and went to hacking at the rat, slashing my way thru the pans, and the rat went for a hole in the screen, then bolted down the stairs to our bedroom. The SFC's were coming out from their mosquito nets, all of us hollering, and at that moment, our companion, leapt on the rat, and they engaged in a horrendous screeching battle. Our cat let out a terrible cry in pain, and I yelled "...the rat has him by the balls, save the cat!"

We lit into the battle, and the rat disengaged and ran for the corner of the front room, me hacking and slashing with the cleaver right behind him, across the commo stuff, and then its was over, the rat blew thru a hole in the screen.

When the sun came up, our place was a mess, and I had hacked thru our commo cables, so told the Vietnamese HQ to have our HQ up in Camau send us new cables, as ours didn't seem to work anymore.

We gently comforted our faithful patriot, and then remembered he was a female! We nursed him back to health and his wounds healed.

Not long after, I came back from an op, and Pop, our Vietnamese handy man had cooked and eaten him. The little hero deserved a medal.

Here, a pic of our bedroom, my bunk on the right, SFC T's on the left. His Playboy pics. On my side are pics of the Pan Am stewardess I was pen pals with .

Next, the saga of the three legged dog.

All the best, and stay safe. SF VET

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