I have entered ... the Twilight Zone. Yes. That must be it.
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I have entered ... the Twilight Zone. Yes. That must be it.
I don't remember the general orders at all. Something about watchstanding till relieved. That's it.
I was told by one Vietnam Veteran REMF that I should have been court-martialed.
I met a guy in Vietnam that was the Chaplains driver.He carried a thompson with a stick magazine.
He always slept with on foot hanging out of his bed,
What was the reason for this? Thanks for sharing that, I just don't fully understand that part.
GSG........this was our home at Lai Khe in the middle of a rubber plantation for which Uncle Sam paid dearly you can be sure. Our tents each had sand bagged bunkers adjacent to them from which you'd slide out of your bunk into the bunker. It's one thing in the daytime during the dry season to get into the bunkers (which were dug out several feet down) and another during rain or worse the monsoon season when the bunkers would be chock full of water and mud speak nothing of snakes and scorpions. Thing is, when the rockets and mortars started falling, you didn't really have a choice unless you were foolish and didn't give a shit.
Memories.......amazing how they all come back like it was yesterday.......the agony of a full rucksack at the start of a mission, so heavy you had to bend over because if you stood up straight you would fall backwards on your ass.......constantly shifting your water bags to ease the pain.....humping all day, and ambush or LP duty all night........two weeks out in hell and your reward back at the Firebase was a ribeye steak and a case of warm beer.....maybe a letter from home, maybe not......lifer's in the rear sitting on their fat asses and living in luxury.......wondering how many hills you have to hump before you get your R&R......
leeches, bugs, snakes, lizards and those goddamn monkeys trying to steal your shit......jungle rot, heat rash in your crotch and boils on your ass the size of golf balls...........
But those goddamn rucksacks......constantly shifting the contents to try and balance the weight each day.......your whole life was in that rucksack....and you hated it.....
Anybody ever go out on ambush and sit with your but on the ground,knees up and back against the guy in back of you during monsoon so you could watch each others backs and not wake up drowning when you finally did get a chance to sleep?
lumber, welcome to the forum.
One of my greatest fears was falling asleep on a night position in the bush. Didn't happen often that's for sure.