my unit there, all I know is we were in support of the 101st Airborne. Half of tour spent in Camp Sally, just a rinky dink outpost in the middle of nowhere, other half at Camp Evans, much bigger base with lots of troops and even a hospital. Both in I Corps, about 10 miles below the DMZ.
You should be proud of your service. I know you are but I wonder how many who come to this board remember the treatment of Viet vets upon their return?...I know you won't forget it. I apologize on behalf of those bird-brains, and take pride in commending all of you.
I also salute all the other vets, now and before, for your great service to our nation. Your sacrifice will NEVER be forgotten...at least by those of us that cherish this country and its' ideals!
The majority of us didn't ask to go there, but of course many volunteered for various reasons. It was like being transported to another planet and there you were till fate got you or you did your time. It was a long 11.5 months before I got on that beautiful Coninental Airlines jet in Saigon! A lot of guys had an incredibly shitty deal there and had to survive every day, I was lucky to be on the fringe of the madness. A special memory was seeing the Bob Hope show in Lai Khe, just a few days before Christmas 1969...it was in the upper 90s and incredibly humid. Connie Stephens closed the show by singing "Silent Night", I just can't tell you what that was like!
Why so many were treated so badly will forever be a mystery to me, we just wanted to do our time and go home. I just don't even think about it anymore, it's just a far away and long ago memory.
Some of the sweetest words I've ever heard were from the pilot not long after takeoff..."ladies and gentlemen, I'm happy to announce that we are now well beyond enemy gunfire". That has kinda stayed with me.
Thanks for the post, the honors and praise go to those that didn't come home, there and every other war zone.
you have a great idea, perhaps one day that'll happen.
We were there for about 3 months together. I suspect you had it much worse than me. While I was in the 1st Infantry Division, my role was prmarily administrative in nature. I didn't like travel between bases, the dirt roads, or the Huey rides.
No BJ, but a helluva lot of poker!
Glad you made it back ok...everyone that's been there
understands "welcome home". Thanks for what you did.