I think we had the opposite, a de-morale officer. Someone showed up and wanted everyone to shine their brass and polish their boots. They even wanted us to run a PRT. I don't think the pilots and RIO's were included. Did officers have to do PRT's? This didn't go over well with the peons. A Sargent in the squadron was dating a senators daughter. After a work slowdown and a letter to the sargent's girlfriend, we didn't have to run or polish. The brass threatened us with mutiny, but that wouldn't work because things still got repaired and the planes flew. It really didn't make sense because of all the sand and sweat. Boots wore out in about six months trudging through the sand.A deck of cards and board games won't help...........However, a dry hooch to sleep in probably would!
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Marty Kench, Jail or the Corps. He made it through about 3 weeks in country before UCMJ caught up with him. Four years later the doctor pulled the plug. He had his chance but he did not take it. Karma.Have known a few that had gotten this option from the judge. For the most part they seemed to have changed their ways............
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Is that a rifle on the top bunk? A little over kill for Vector Control. For the uninitiated, a Vector is anything that can transmit a disease, like a mosquito. There are, of course many other vectors.
Here is a picture that I took of my M16 in Da Nang. Someone had asked me for a picture of what I had there. Took a "display" picture for them.Yes, that's a M-14. Hey the mosquitoes were really big. LOL.
The rats were a different story. Everyone would wait until around 0200 when you could hear them scratching around. All of a sudden there were six bayonets stuck in the floor. We all tried but never hit one or a hooch mate. Get bit by a rat or mouse and it was a trip to the hospital ship.
There was very little standing water and everything was sand. Not many mosquitoes. We still had to take those nasty tablets.
Oh the fun we had.