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A Story... Prose? or Rant?
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We stepped down stairs of the commerial jet in our Khakis, this would be our last flight in or out of Vet Nam for a long while.
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It was noon overcast, dank and had it's own smell. Hungry and lost as usual we were directed to a plywood hut got in line and stepped up to a small window and gave a clerk our papers.
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We had  no way of knowing where we were to go in the Nam.
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Where you went may have been your place of death. Some would draw a simple 13 months, kicked back in the rear with beer and tape recorders and movies, girls, hot chow and clean sheets and pogey bait.
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There was no burning shitters in the rear areas, nationals did all the personal work, some of the forces were eating off plates mostly officers. Real beds with springs in them and hard liqueur.
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There's so much to tell you about the rear, hamburgers, french fries cokes and even a steak when you could steal one from the officers mess.
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I made three visits there when I left country for language school and two R/R's. I stayed in country for an extra tour, came home for thirty days vacation in the place we called the world. Big mistake, I could almost gone anywhere with those days with just a military hop. Thats another story...
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There were different smells in the Nam, nothing like I had ever experienced. Different like my garage and the street in the rain. In the bush the main scent was bamboo in places. SeaBees built everything with plywood the rains gave it a smell too. There in the ocean area, was a sand smell, old sea weed, an other things.
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Inland in the city there was a constant smell of motor bikes and in the restaurant areas frying oil and flavors of vegetables cooking. The country smelled fresh, green and if there is a chlorophyll smell, this country has one.
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This lush area is greener than green. These smells were like I had never smelled. I mean my imagination could not adjust to the newness.
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When at the airport we all left for our new areas, I was assigned to artillery headquarters.
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I had been a driver a special driver for a full bird colonel in 29-palms and it looked I would be driving again. For various officers an adventures in near death experiences.
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My first nights were spent on guard, to break me in I guess. I kept  my eyes open all night, being a new guy by myself. It was at one of these guard nights, when I spent the morning thinking, when I had the experience of a warm golden glow about myself without knowing the reason, I felt comfortable and at ease. Still today I can not explain it since I was new and didn't really know what to expect.
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Being on guard like this was a joke I think, everyone expressed the fact that I should never drop my guard. because of the V.C..  was in an area, South of Danang It seemed to me having problems with the Cong was better than confronting the NVA, but they were not in action that far south and inland. They were covering the transportation routes from North Veitnam to South.
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The VC would harass us with land mines, snipers and other things which would stir up artillery fire and make a ruckus in the night. On guard one night I saw rockets fired at the supply are of Danang. That was first time they had ever fired 122 millimeter rockets at a base.
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Later that year in Spring we would move as far north as possible to Dong Ha and set up a ammo and fuel dump, a rear area medical outfit and airstrip and graves registration for the dead on there way out of the state to Dover, Conn.
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I witnessed the rocket launch into the base area which blew up for over 24 hours. The fuel dump and stored artillery an ammo wasted with a few lucky hits from cheap Russian rockets set up by VC they would set them up and leave the area escaping retaliation from our artillery in the areas around the air base at Dong Ha.
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3 Jan 11


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rant?
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haha, im beginning to like this. i reread it backwards. the story comes clearer. thing is, the war is just beginning, you'll never know if you'd still be walking or dead in the next minute. where's the gameplan, anyway?
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