The move was a long hard one. In training I’d literally run twenty miles with a forty-pound pack on my back carrying an M14 and wearing a full helmet and liner. I had none of those things going down the ridge, in hopes of coming in behind whatever units were set up to ambush and cut Kilo Company to ribbons. Without gear I felt cleaner and light on my feet, but the drop in altitude made me regret leaving my steel pot behind. The repellent was held to the side of the helmet by Fusner’s big rubber bands, and with my increasing perspiration and the rising heat, the mosquitoes were back. I knew they would be worse when we stopped to set in.
Moving through the jungle was nothing like a hard forced march in the Virginia hills. The mud, mixed with the undergrowth, made slipping and sliding part of the journey and sapped energy at every opportunity. By the time the company made it to where I thought we should turn and head north, I was beaten to near submission. As if hearing my unspoken plight, the company came to a halt. I reached for my single canteen and drained half of it down my throat. Fusner handed me a little plastic bottle of the repellent without my asking. I smiled one of my new plastic smiles back at him. I popped the malaria pill I’d forgotten in the morning, put my canteen back into its holder and then slathered the oily mess into the mixed mess of whitish agent orange and jungle dirt that my skin had turned into.
James,
You capture the heart and soul of the fire fight, some small, short, others seemed to go on for ever. Days blended with nights. Sometimes, they would call ” guns up ” and by the time I got around over thru the ground cover it was all over. Other times, it just went on and on.
Thanks for not glorifying or making it sound heroic.
Semper Fi
Movement anywhere was difficult under fire because the locations of the enemy
were varied, well hidden and many. Your words reveal that you were really in the
shit like so many of us. You can’t really know what it was like by the reading but
I am trying.
Semper fi,
Jim
I was in USAF 366 TFW (Tac Fighter Wing) long after your time and far away from the jungle/bush at the Airbase, in “Bang Bang Danang, Clash of ’72” as I call it.
I was in POL (fuels)and, I swear to God felt like I squirted hundreds of aircraft from the little HH-43 “fire-bottles” and O-2A “suck & blows” all the way up to the Boeing 707-80 and the DC8-63 “Freedom birds” and everything in between. We did F-4Ds and E’s, “the fast-movers, OV-10 FACs, EC 47s AC119 “Stingers” HH-53E “Jolly Greens” their close air support A-1E “Spads” and so many others.
I was a young (even @ 22) airman, E-2, green as wet cement, fresh-poured out of fuel school. In all the work I did, I never really knew the Scope or impact of what I had to do, nor did I ever know what was happening in my “down-line” i.e. their target zones. I felt like all I did was “Squirt birds and Dodge Rockets” And Rockets we did dodge. I had a couple of Close calls myself and other VERRY close-calls by friends whose live were spared by Seconds.. Reading your post (this is the first one I detail-read)helped me gain just a microcosm of what happened after I got done with them. All I knew was to piss’em-up and git’em’gone. Thank you for giving me, even through a very small glimpse, a bit more of the bigger picture of what we really did to cover all of you who “needed it now” and got it. Thank you and, albeit a tad belated, Merry Christmas and a Great New Year!
Semper Fi From an Air Force Guy!
Keith
Wow. Quite an odyssey of life experience in fueling all those birds Keith. Another part of the war
gone unnoticed and little written about. The coordination and cooperation of the different military services
was sure evident in Vietnam and I think that’s transferred over to the modern era, although I am not sure.
A lot of it was simply good will on the part of so many service people. Thanks for caring about us down there
back then and today as well! It is a Merry Christmas, indeed, because of veterans like you!
Semper fi,
Jim
Sir,
My brother Mike was killed while serving in the 11th ACR, which prompted all of his brothers to serve multiple tours in the Army and Navy, and in one case, both. Two of us served until retirement.
I treasure your stories and deeply appreciate your narrative of real life in Vietnam. Thanks for communicating your story!
Greg Wemhoff
Thanks Gregory. You really went at if after your brother was killed. Mine served with me over there (he was Army though)
and didn’t make it either. Tough to lose a brother like that and it is still tough to this day.
Anyway, thanks for the boost and the sincerity of your response.
Semper fi,
Jim
God bless you, Sir, and thanks.
Thanks Gregory. The men and women writing comments sure do help in working this through.
I thought it would be rather lonely writing exercise but it has not turned out that way
thanks to all the wonderful people who comment, like you.
Semper fi,
Jim
Mike served with E/2/11 Blackhorse and died ten klicks from Trang Bang while moving to an OP by a mine.
I served 1971-1991, and in’73 aboard USS DULUTH on Yankee/Dixie Stations.
Thank you for sharing your experiences. Did my best to get there, but we left too soon for that.
Thank you for sharing your story. I have laughed and cried as it goes on.
Please continue! I haven’t put this down waiting to know what’s next.
Gregory. I wrote it for you and for others who went and also those who did not.
I haven’t been writing to make anyone cry or laugh. That just kind of happens when
you are blasting away deep into the night, lost back in that strange Alice in Wonderland world
I could never figure out how it came to be, and with me right inside it. The vast crevasse from a rather
happy go-lucky childhood and formal education to that. Wow. I spent my entire tour adjusting and then laying there in
that Japanese hospital trying to ‘unadjust.’ Thank you for reading and giving me back stuff to consider and the motivation
to write on.
Semper fi,
Jim
I wasn’t a grunt. I volunteered (involuntarily) for 3rd Recon. But our experiences are, at their core, the same. You found comfort and some sense of safety surrounded by your Marines. My solace was being in the company of three or four close friends hoping not to be discovered by an overwhelming enemy. Strangely, it was comforting to be in the company of several strong, silent men who were as frightened as I was, who did what they ordered to do without complaint.
I was primary radio and called arty and fixed wing. Quite a sense of omnipotence. Hated calling “danger close” although it happened frequently.
After fifty years (67-68) all that’s left are the memories, dreams and aches and pains.
OohRah, Recon
Semper Fi!
Calling artillery down on the heads of enemies and friend alike is a damned complex and difficult undertaking. The death
and mayhem from this stuff was pretty shocking in effect. The more i used it the more I learned and the more close to it I grew
will growing more fearful of it. Thank you for this comment. Very cogent. And thanks for the support and the reading.
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you for reliving this for us James. I an truly at a loss for words.
Thanks Edward. It has come slow over the years so I thought I’d sit down and lay all this out before it is too late.
Actually, the manuscript that started it all I wrote back when I got out of the last hospital in 1971 but I left it lay
from closet bottom to closet bottom. Now I’ve got hold of it and not letting go. Thanks for the motivation to continue.
Semper fi and Merry Christmas.
Jim
I cannot wait until the next installment, even though I’m not a vet and never served, I do sympathize with the veterans of war, especially those from the Vietnam War and like to read about it. I was young while it was going on and remember watching it on T.V.and knowing a few vets that returned from it. You all have my respect and gratitude.
Thank you Scott. Know that real combat veterans hold no grudge against the guys who either could not or would not go. Because you are here to
have a dialogue and secondly because what good would it have done you to go through what they went through even if you lived to write about it?
Combat veterans do not seek to expand their ranks. Thanks and I am glad you are reading and saying something about it and you.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim,
Thanks for a great story. I was in Country ’68-’69 with Mike 4/11. This brings back some memories. I look forward to reading the rest of your stories, and book.
Thanks again
Merry Christmas Ron and thank you for writing in. I will update the segments as we go through the rest of December
and should have the first book ready for Amazon by January something. I’m new at this and kind of running in single harness so
be patient. And thank you, of course.
Semper fi,
Jim
Merry Christmas James , and thank you for sharing your experiences . I appreciate your writing skills and your willingness to share said experiences .
Thank you Fred, for taking the time to say something.
Comments on Internet stuff are uncommon. I am very happy that you
are enjoying the story.
Semper fi,
Jim
I served with the 1ST Air Cav 1967-1968. I too fought in the Ah Shau valley. Your writings bring back a lot of memories.I have missed some of the writings and would like to know if its in book form to read the whole story.
Here is the link to the rest of the story Don. You are correct in that most people accessing the particular segments of the story would find it easy to find the rest. Now each segment will offer a button to click to the next chapter. Thanks for helping us out by pointing this out. The link to the rest of the story is: https://jamesstrauss.com/thirty-days-has-september/
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you for sharing the comment, Don.
All of the “Chapters” are on this page
Thirty Days Has September
Also trying to put a button on bottom of each chapter to move on to the next.
The First 10 Days will be published paperback and Kindle around mid January.
Sign up for update newsletter so you do not miss the announcements.
Thank you, great writing,looking forward for the next chapter.
That would be today, Don.
Thanks for the comments. I am working on the next segment just now.
Semper fi,
Jim
I wasn’t there but have always regretted that I didn’t get to pull my share of the load.I have nothing but respect and thanks.I have my issues from my time in fire service but my shifts where 24 hours, yours where 13 months. Thanks for writing this.
Merry Christmas Robert and thank you for taking a few minutes to comment here.
And it is nice that you are here at all, as so many are not because of that service.
You should not beat yourself up over not being there in the thick of it though. That
had a helluva lot more to do w with circumstance than with deliberation, no doubt.
Semper fi
Jim
I invariably attempt to compose my comment immediately after reading the segment for the first time. I invariably fail. My emotions are raw. My thoughts totally jumbled. I try to write, and it’s gibberish. I can’t even recognize it as my own writing. I feel within me the panic set in that would accompany your head-long rush down that hill. Soldiers throughout history cause their own stampede as their backwards motion turns into a flight that undoes all thought but escape. Whatever is back there can’t be as bad as what’s coming. Yet you stop. “My terror was back.
I realized I was blind, and then I could not hear. The sounds of combat deafened my ears”. Not only required to curb your own doubts, but to argue your not-even-confident plan to the Gunny, and accepting the “damned if I do and fucked if I don’t” reality. The bald fact that you can, and do, recall these events with such clarity is testimony to the ferocity of the flame that burned them into your brain. You should never have to explain or apologize why that brain is imprinted with the scars of war.
Again, John Conway writes on like the moving of that immutable hand of time.
Thank you for the usual erudite revealing of your rather high powered and long-experienced intellect.
You don’t have to explain out here, in this phenomenal world we came back to.
You have to hide.
You don’t have to apologize because no apology can be accepted for something not understood.
The story reveals me to a degree I had not counted on.
It is easier to recite it than read it again and relive it. By telling it I don’t relive it.
It just comes out and then I can move on.
By editing and working with the material I relive it and then get stuck.
I am stuck right now on Eighth Night Second part because I am reflecting on how I could have been
so stupid as to not see what was coming.
The scars remain over the depth of the searing burns and I know they are not going away.
I can deal with themas I have come to know how. The torso scars are easy because I never ever take off my shirt among people.
The scars of the mind are invisible but harder to hide.
Society has become quite adroit at probing to find every weakness.
Google reveals all but only in the harshest and most awful of perspectives.
For example; my medals were mine and then stolen by the media, and then mine again for a bit.
Then stolen again. Finally, at least for now, they are mine again, but the history of their being
taken away without being given back is all there.
Three take a ways win because the take backs remain unknown and unseen.
I have my Purple Heart license plate that was deemed to be phony
but then not when the records finally were surfaced.
So I’ve got that going for me.
It is every so much better to be a combat veteran in disguise and hidden away.
My one fear in writing the story was not that I would not be believed.
It is that I will be outed as being real…
and then have to be killed off again to make certain I am out of play….
Thank you my friend,
Semper fi,
Jim
Made two trips into the “Valley of Death” with the 101st. This wS after they said no more US troups in there. .
The 101st was and remains a great outfit. Glad you made it in and out of there twice.
Thanks for telling it here.
Semper fi,
Jim
James,
Thanks for your service and for putting into works what so many of us have felt. As I read your story it takes me back to my time in country. Rarely a day goes back that I do not think of that time. It helps reading about your time there. Keep it up!
Thank you Jimmy. I am glad to be of some help in this day and age, so many years after.
It all stays right there in front on us, those who were really in it, but almost impossible
to tell people who didn’t go or didn’t serve.
Thanks for commenting and reading.
Semper fi,
Jim
Did you mean spider monkey rather than spiker monkey?
Of course, Mark. Just learned how to turn off spell assist or whatever the hell that program is in Word. Assist, my ass.
Facebook does the same thing know and it’s antagonizing, to say the least.
Thanks for pointing that out, though, and the reading of the story too.
Semper fi,
Jim
I’m reading each installment at least twice. There’s so much there, can’t get it all the first time. Good job. I’m wondering how big the market may be for this book. How many like me out there.
Vern. I think you are existing in rather rarified air up here with me. I think Thirty Days will appeal to men who’ve gone, and those who wonder what it might really be like to just drop into the center of a way zone. Aside from that audience, I don’t think the interest will be huge. This site gets about five thousand readers a day so the audience is not small but I don’t think it’s really huge either. We’ll see when the book itself, The First Ten Days, comes out in January. Thanks for your interest and support and the speculation about some success (even though I really don’t much get all excited about publishing anything anymore).
Semper fi,
Jim
I feel numb. God that was an exciting scene!
Short comment, but certainly to the point. Don’t know what to say, except thanks a whole lot.
I am working on the Eighth Night Second Part this very night.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim,
> Still here, just maintaining radio silence ’till I have something useful to contribute.
> Please keep writing – based on so many of the comments, I truly believe you’re continuing to do something so valuable for so many – possibly more so than you might realize.
> Merry Christmas & Happy New Year, Marine!
S/F,
Tim
Tim. Cool Hand Luke. Just sitting there. Maintaining radio silence. I like it.
You are useful in your silent contemplation, now that I know you are there. Thank you.
Sometime the cold of night can only be warmed by the soft radiance of unseen others. Like you.
Semper fi,
Jim
Really bringing back stuff I haven’t thought of in along time. I just started remembering all the smells and sounds at night.
Daniel.
You are an old hand at some of this. I feel it from your other writings. I guess most of us alive
now are old hands in one way or another. Dragging all that baggage along with us through life.
Thanks for being what you are and when you are. I know you.
Brother.
Semper fi,
Jim
Before I headed to the RVN I was stationed at Travis AFB for about 9 months. I worked in Special Handling. I was an interesting field, Handling Class A,B and C explosives and various other material. There’s one part of it that has haunted me for years. I had the honor of handling KIA’s from Nam. It wasn’t like it is now. No flag covered aluminum transfer cases. No honor guard. No family to meet them. Just me to receive them into a storage area until the Army Mortuary arrived to pick them up. Stacked them in an enclosed 1 1/2 ton truck like cord wood. I recorded each name in a log book and, at the time, was the only airman that would open the container if I was asked to from the Mortuary folks. Hundreds a month. I could and can only imagine the horrific encounters these men that had met their death in that far away land. I cried for so long asking God “Why?”. I dropped to 135lbs, had a hard time eating because of the embalming smell that got on my hands.
When I arrived in-country I already had an idea what to expect.
I enjoy reading your work. It brings back memories that I had buried but don’t deny them anymore. Please keep it up and “Semper Fi” from an airman.
It is good that men like you, with hearts and real minds, stood in guard over those men.
It is good to know that men like you did this, even for those of us who came through the wringer alive. Maybe better for use to know.
Thank you here for this rendition of what it must have been like to be that receiving person on the other end. The final end.
Thank you for all those guys and for us, who are still here, and very much care about what happened to guys as true blue as you.
Semper fi,
Jim
Bringing up memories, sounds and smells from flying in the Ashau in 1969 with the 101st ABN, Black Widows. Have buried it. Just turned 70, but feel now is the time to reflect. Thanks for bringing it back. PS Thanks for compliments toward the Army helicopter pilots.
John. Trying to lay it down the way it went down and the Army being a class act back then
was a part of that. Just the way it was. My brother was Army and sometimes I would get the feeling that
the Army was treating me well because of his service, but that was ridiculous, of course.
Anyway, thanks for the great comment and your support.
Semper fi,
Jim
I’ve been following your story and its mesmerizing!! I feel like I’m right there with you! Not a vet but know many and listen intently to anyone that can talk about it!! I can’t wait for the next chapter!!!!
Thanks Mike. Means a lot. Glad, as a non-vet, you have the kind of intellect big enough to pick up the nuances of reality in this work.
It’s not hard to write. It’s hard to live with the writing because sometimes I sit here and don’t want to write this next part.
I want to write something of honor, discipline, order and truth….but I was living such a horrendous series of dishonorable lies to survive back
then….
Semper fi,
Jim
Anyone that tells you that they did not experience that same emotion was either not there or lying through there teeth. Nothing to be ashamed of marine. God bless and merry Christmas to you and yours.
I’m okay with most all of it now. I got through to wherever the hell I am now. But I don’t drink or take drugs anymore
because the pain of it all dimmed over time. Oh, sometimes it comes cascading back but I am able to turn it aside now
and keep moving. Thanks for the support and for the reading.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim, this reply sent me into a tail spin! I feel your angst and perhaps some anger in your voice. But remember survival was your purpose way back then. Now you are sharing that with us and you are doing that with “honor, discipline, order and truth”. Never doubt yourself and your mission. Thanks for sharing and yours service!
Thanks for the supporting note Bill. I am trying to get the balance right. You are correct,
things changed a bit over the years in mental orientation. I can imagine what I was like back then
but imagining is not quite the same as what the reality was. There is some fiction to all memory
work as we get to gaps and then write over them.
Thanks for the time and trouble and the support, of course.
Semper fi,
Jim
As I said I was in CAG teams, we pulled a lot of night ambushes. Sometimes the fog made everything so scary, just before dawn,after a fight. Never knew who crawled the wrong way trying to get away from death. Some of the ambushes were on moonless nights, that was f**ked up. Still have intense dreams about some of them. By the way, a shotgun was T.O. For each team. The “grease gun” was just on the wall at 2nd CAG HQ armory. Being a lefty the M16 threw brass in my face and down my shirt. A lot of talking, lying, and trading later I had a heavy load out and an old WW 2 weapon. Bad dreams man. SF, Butch
Thanks Butch. Jeez I had forgotten about the lefty ejection problems with the 16! Absolutely.
Our left handers had to shoot right and that was not good. We had no shotguns or any other weapons we did not
find (like AKs) or get in supply. Sorry about those bad dreams. Hope your association on here helps with some of that.
We are all out here like you, and not alone unless we choose to be alone.
Semper fi,
Jim
Butch,
Was CAG from Feb 69 thru Aug 69. Rain, fog, night where moon was so bright you could see and be seen for 100s of yards. All this brings back the feelings, sounds, and the rest of the bad stuff. Glad you made it back and that you appear to be doing OK.
Take care my brother, Semper Fi
USMC 68/68. CAP Tango 2, CAP 3/4/2. C co 1/5 .
Funny they called CAG “civil affairs.” How about “get your ass shot off on your own out there” group.
CAG work could be absolutely boring and lonely or intensely frightening. I am working away it it here.
Semper fi,
Jim
While I am not a Vietnam Veteran, I did serve for 7 years(1975-1982), 3 Army(ARTY/FDC) and 4 USAF Crash/Fire/Rescue. I just wanted to tell you that I have read several of your posts and feel like I am there with you in the jungle, probably 99% your writing skills and 1% my imagination. I have problems with concentrating on reading due to PTSD from the 28 years of being a fireman. But I find no issues staying on target while reading your installments from your time in combat. If it was a movie, I would be sitting on the edge of my seat, through the whole thing. Keep writing, I believe it is helping all who read it as well as you for putting it out there.
It is my pleasure to be allowed to ‘reach’ you, so to speak. I had hoped, when I started writing,
that the things that happened, so different from what is put out there in the media, might resonate
with the guys who were really out there. That has been happening. They guys who were really in the shit,
one and all, get it and understand and are moved because they could not find it in themselves to say that
stuff or if they did it was not believed. Thank you for making me feel like I am doing something good
and special.
Semper fi,
Jim
James,
Just FYI, the A1E in the photo was lost to enemy ground fire April 8, 1966 just west of Danang – very likely providing the same kind of ground support you describe. The good news – the pilot bailed out and was rescued.
Rick Steans – Pleiku AB 1966
Hey, thanks. Needless to say, nobody in our company had a photo that I ever knew of so we took this off the Internet.
The update is meaningful and so much like the reality of what we faced.
Semper fi,
Jim
thanks for telling like it was
Thank you Mitch. Obviously, you were there. For those who do not or are not able to speak or write about what happened
I hope my work serves to let them know that they are not alone in telling the real hard stories of combat to an unbelieving
public. It can be a very lonely thing to be real combat veteran, especially in later years, unable to adapt to just how
unbelievably unreal the land of the round eyes really is!
Semper fi,
Jim
Combat is not a grand adventure. It’s a killing place that either kills you physically or, if you survive, then mentally through the rest of your years.
That pretty much says it all in a nutshell. I find myself searching and usually find it before the Email notification. Keep at it as many more need to understand what the troops were dealing with.
Thanks for taking the time and trouble to excerpt from the manuscript. That’a pretty big compliment and I thank you for that.
You are correct, as is that statement. Very few of us were able to put the pieces back together in order to have some sort of
real life back in the unreal world where we all live.
Semper fi,
Jim
Best combat memoirs in years. Well done!
Thank you Joe! It’s comments, even as laconic as yours, that kind of keep me going in down moments.
Although telling the story is interesting and different it’s also emotionally difficult. Thanks for being
there and saying something.
Semper fi,
Jim
We’re here. On knife’s edge. Keep writing. We got your back….
Thanks Ed, kind of vital when I am about this kind of work.
I do expect some knifes to come out from somewhere.
Appreciate the backup and support…
Semper fi,
Jim
Cannot wait for the next installment. Cliffhanger! I sorta wished for more lengthy exposition on the battle at the end, but I get the fog of war scenario and not knowing exactly what happened. Maybe you can post describe what the battle unfolded like in the next installment. Lovin’ it. So gritty.
That will come when dawn breaks. When you are in the battle or incident at night, however, there’s almost no way to figure out what the hells going on except right in front of you and in the jungle that makes it all the more difficult. I wrote it as it happened, not as I hypothesized it might, but the next morning revealed all of it and you get that too but a bit later. The second part of the night is not over yet.
Thanks for staying right with the action and the dialogue. I’m on it.
Semper fi,
Jim
James. I have told all my Marines and friends about your writings. I am extremely proud to let them know about your writings. Semper Fi.
Dean. I cannot thank you enough. About all I have to keep me going is the comments from the real guys who know and care or even just the guys who
care about the reality of the combat rather than the hyped and usually misconstrued heroism. Combat is not a grand adventure. It’s a killing place that either kills you physically or, if you survive, then mentally through the rest of your years…
Thanks for the sincere and well-meant comment. Merry Christmas.
Semper fi,
Jim