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One of the "officers quarters" refered to as the white
elephant in the battalion position south of Da Nang in Sept 68. photo
from Joe Fulginiti A 1/11 FO |
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Battalion Chapel 1969. Photo from Gunny "Friar" Lindstrom, D
1/1 |
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Sam & Dan King inside HQ Company office. Sam's story was that he
came to Viet Nam with an American engineer working in Hoi An or An Hoa in
1966. It's easy to bring a dog into Viet Nam, but hard to take out, so he
got passed down as people rotated. In late 1969, the Bn CO decided there
were too many dogs at the battalion. It didn't matter that Sam was an
American dog. When I took him to the front gate and sent him on his way,
the ARVNs across the road opened up on him. Sam didn't survive 3 years in
the RVN to have some ARVNs have him for lunch. He got away.
Check my first mustache! |
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Bn Career Planning office across the street from S-1. I re-upped in Viet
Nam. Larry McDaniels, the guy I co-owned the refrigerator with, had a
Filipino wife. I shipped for Subic Bay. We were going to open a bar, his
wife would run it until our enlistments were up. When I went to the BN XO
to sign the re-up papers, he saw Subic Bay and tore them up right in front
of me. He said I could go anywhere, Subic Bay was a pit. I never got
around to filling out re-up papers again until Parris Island. Probably a
good thing. |
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A lot of things in Viet Nam sucked. Spending the night in this 3-legged
tower at the north end of the LZ was in my top 10. This is no optical
illusion. This bastard leaned. Rickety ladder, leaked and swayed in slightest
breeze. Many miserable nights here. Don't know who built it, but they
weren't engineers. |
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If you have to have guard duty, and you have to be in a tower, this is
the one to be in. Built off-site by somebody that knew what they were
doing, this was dropped of one day by a Sky Crane. Plenty of room, well
sandbagged. When the Bn rear was up with 1st Marine Regiment, there was a
tower just like this one. An RPG took a big chunk out the top of it on May
12, 1969, Mother's Day. No casualties. |
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Triple row of concertina razor wire between the LZ and Bn office area.
One of the rifle companies was in the rear resting up. It was a sunny,
relaxed easy-going day. They were playing softball. Everybody was having a
good time. There were several beers consumed. One of the grunts dressed in
tiger shorts and boots went back to catch the ball and fell into this
wire. He was cut in hundreds of places. They had a hard time getting him
to stop thrashing around so they could get him out. It took almost twenty
minutes and there was blood everywhere. This incident broke the mood. You
can't even play softball without somebody getting hurt. |
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S-1 living quarters. S-2 hooch to the left. Bunker from the BAS rat
killing story to the right. |