“There’s a lesson to be learned from this and I’ve learned it oh so well,” was coming out of any number of small radio speakers when we marched across the perimeter and into the temporary encampment Captain Casey referred to as his command post. I walked in the lead with the Gunny behind me, feeling like, but not resembling, the much taller and hugely more elegant leader of the Marine Corps band. The music wasn’t marching music, and I somehow felt the part of the song playing about a mythical non-existent red rubber ball might prayerfully apply: “I’ve bought my ticket with my tears, and that’s all I’m going to spend.”
The captain had somehow offloaded some version of real shelter from the chopper, and set it up in the very middle of the open area of the sand covered river bank. As I approached, it looked like nothing more than a bullseye in the middle of a large target.
Jim, couple suggestions for easier reading, Welcome home. Dave.
As I approached, it looked () nothing more than a bullseye in the middle of a large target. => add (like)
… here the company commander still sat with his back against the tree trunk as Pilson, Jurgens and Rittenhouse gathered by at his side. => by at, either word could be deleted.
Corrected, thanks
Semper fi,
Jim
That is what you get out of this story. A chance to edit someone’s writing?
Matthew,
We always appreciate reader input and Dave has been very helpful.
Semper fi
Jim
I’ve read three or maybe its five ,six story’s now, not sure how long I past by the site before I tried reading first couple I never finished , to much flooding my mind , Oh my the things I did not realize I remembered ,unnerving for a few days but I was curious so forced myself to read some more glad I did ,thanks and keep up the good righting Bro.
Thank you Bill, for working at it. I just lay it out day by day and night by night.
I have no plan or goal here other than to simply tell the story within parameters
as close to reality as it was. My wife corrects me sometimes because she’s heard bits
and pieces over the years. She reads the first draft and then says, “hey, that’s
not the way it was!” I pay attention and try to figure out what I told her and what I
am thinking in writing the story. Thanks for that work you are doing to absorb all this.
Makes me think it’s not just an old vet blathering away for free beers.
Semper fi,
Jim
“He’s an FNG shithead,” I said, taking a single puff from his offered cigarette, “but he’s our FNG shithead.”
With that comment, it seems to me that you “Became” a leader/commander. I look forward to watching how “Casey” grows or fails.
Thanks for this read.
P.s. I guessed correctly on the “mosquito boot dressing”. A stunt I knew nothing about until reading “The first 10 days”
The Gunny knew all about that stuff. How anyone ever figured out that putting
repellant in boots formed lesions and boils I have no idea, or why it did.
Stuff out there is discovered that boggles your mind back in the ‘real’ world.
Thanks for your conclusions, your comments and your support..
Semper fi,
Jim
Outstanding as usual! Had Puff work out for us. A few times, insane firepower. A POW told us they were told to lean into the rounds to avoid being hit 😀 Guess that didn’t work out so well. S/F
Puff wasn’t infallible because of the canopy. But man did it lay down the rounds
and scare the shit out of everyone even if they weren’t inside the beaten zone.
Thanks for the straight shooting comment and your support here…
Semper fi,
Jim
Jeurgens had to know the Captain’s tent was in a bad spot. Intentional?
Jurgens was real special when it came to
playing the game. Almost a match for the Gunny, but not
quite, thank God! Thanks for noticing and thanks for coming on here to say something.
Semper fi,
Jim
I’ve written you before; as always, great writing. That clip of Peter,Paul and Mary reminded me, so thought I’d share a YouTube video of them in a 2005 Christmas concert.
https://youtu.be/Qu_rItLPTXc
Thanks for the link Ed!!! Love that song to this day. Don’t know why
I really love it so as I should be one t shy away from it. But my roots run
deep back to the Nam and back to the corps. And Puff. And all of that.
Semper fi,
Jim
Each new chapter is as good or better than the next. It is raw and pungent and I can’t wait for the next chapter. I was in Nha Trang in 1965, a REMF but I don’t miss it. I have lots of respect for you grunts. We had the LRPs training there and the 5th SF was also there. You bring to life the blood and bullshit the grunts endured. Keep them coming.
Thanks Douglas. I shall be working on the next segment today.
Thanks for the encouragement.
Semper fi,
Jim
First of all, I will own this book, and share it with my family, all readers. As a son of a Vietnam Vet, and having been in a later conflict, I am awed not only by this story, but by all the people who have written in with their comments. You all are really awesome people, and so eloquent, more than I could hope to be. The book is truly great, but I also read the comments with real respect and complete interest!
I could not agree more about the comments and I stay up at night
to answer them…because the quality and the intent of the writers simply
demand to be recognized. I don’t know how to thank them and you except to
continue on with story…
Semper fi,
Jim
I find it remarkable that a Captain in the Usmc could be given command of a company and have nothing but shit for brains. You would think he’d of had previous experience as a platoon commander first. It’s a shame pitching that tent was a teffiffic market as you noted, damn near baited them into firing you up in the day time, a shame a man was killed because neither had any experience or common sense. The more I read the less faith I have in the USMC, I always thought we had out shit together, sounds like I’m wrong. I mean bug juice in his boots ? Great job as always.
The Marine Corps does have its shit together. It did back then too.
You will note that the enemy did not fare very well against us.
That we had internal problems goes without saying here. But some units
got hung out to dry. Not the fault of the corps. The good leaders cannot be
everywhere. The battalion commander was bad. And there you go.
thanks for the comment and the reading, of course.
Semper fi,
Jim
When you were coming down the cliff did you see any enemy bodies that fell down it? When i read the comments it is with wet eyes.gonna make it harder to shake a hand. I didn’t know until your accouts of how much of the battles happened at night. I spent a year reading about the Paris peace talks and after a year all they had decided was the seating arrangement. It pissed me off so bad I thought everyone concerned should be drug out and have a bullit in the head. My wife worked in a ordinance plant building primers for bombs. She lost a real good friend to a land mine and was part of the ones that sent baked goods over
I share all the episodes hoping it will help someone, will buy some books when they come out.
Can’t thank you enough, on behalf of a lot of the guys out here and there.
It was a strange time that caused a gaping alienation to be wedged in between
some really decent people back home and the guys and gals they sent out
there to protect them. thanks for caring and reading and comment about it here.
Semper fi,
Jim
I remember reading a novel about this in high school. The name was “The Gooney Bird” by William C. Anderson
Yes, I believe that was a short novel about the C-130 but I don’t really recall
that well. Thanks for that tidbit though.
Semper fi,
Jim
James, I was in in 68 – 70 but by the grace of God stationed in Ft. Riley, KS for all but a three month war game trip to Germany. I was given a choice when I got to KS w/a Nike Hercules tech MOS of infantry or MP. So after my visit to Germany I spent the rest of my time dealing with the souls returning from Nam to finish out their time in KS. They were good men, some of them were messed up mentally and others on drugs, I did what I could to keep them from being discharged before their time was up, even if they all hated me once they learned I was an MP. Nam was the first conflict (never a declared war) to be run by the Politicians and screwed royally. Much as Iraq was when Obama pulled everyone out and let it slip into Radical Islam. Bless You My Brothers
Presidents and upper members of the Military seldom get this jobs because of
past performance and many lead us into wars without any war experience whatever.
But they think they know. Common human trait. The only inexperienced ‘think’ comment
I ever really understood I never heard: “I think I know I’m dead.” Forget questions
I needed men who knew how to listen. Hard to find in combat and back here.
Semper fi,
Jim
Early on, Puff and DUSTOFF were about the only aircraft in the air at night. came to our aid more than once by strafing enemy areas as we attempted rescue of injuried troops.
Magic dragon provided as much psychological lift as it did destruction to enemy positions.
You’ll hear from Puff again as this saga goes on…
Semper fi,
Jim
I saw spooky a few times at AnLoc and Quan Loi. His call sign at An Loc was “Big Daddy” and ours was “Tarzan Cages”. I remember him dropping the parachute flares and how the shadows moved as the flares swung back and forth.Seeing the enemy in that moving lite was particularly unnerving. I saw some parking lot lites years ago that had the same orange color and it sparked memories.
Hated those parachutes swings. They made the enemy, when you did see them,
sort of super human. Agree with you entirely.
Thanks for that truth that could only come from bitter experience.
Flares in combat don’t work, or didn’t, worth a damn.
Semper fi,
Jim
we were spared three time from the enemy because of Puff, a very welcome sight never to be forgotten, tracer rounds were a steady flow streaming down on a large target, needless to say we never had another issue from the enemy again in each area they hit, it was always a pleasure to see them arrive in the evening sky, Gary a Puchett 7th ENG, BAT 1st Marine Div, Heavy G, USMC
Thanks for the comment and the experience with Puff. You own is a lot like
the rest of ours. I have never had one comment that didn’t say good things about that weapon of war.
You too. Me too.
Semper fi,
Jim
Love your story, Jim. I was not a grunt, but an Army engineer. Was in VN 3/71-1/72 on a company compound 60 m NE of Long Binh. For more than a month we were surrounded by 2 BN’s of NVA. Every night arty was dropped around us (105’s & 155’s) from FB Nancy 3 miles away, alternating with Spooky gunships. I try to describe the Spooky’s firepower to people, but if you haven’t seen it, you can’t really grasp it. Keep up the good work-can’t wait to get the book! Jeff Snyder, C Co, 169 Eng Bn, FSB “Rock”, ’71.
Thanks Jeff, sounds like supporting fires saved a few more, including you.
Impressive stuff. The A Shau was such a shithole because of confusing geography,
long range guns in Laos and the limits of our own supporting fires especially when they
were ARVN units (artillery). Thanks for the comments and liking the story.
Semper fi,
Jim
Can’t tell you how much I enjoy your writing! Thank You and keep it coming!
Thank you Jerry. Can’t tell you how much I enjoy getting the comments from one and all on here.
Thanks for taking that moment to write…and liking the work.
Semper fi,
Jim
” Attention all aircraft, this is Ramrod on Guard….avoid WR 2168 for the next 05 Mikes…..Ramrod out ”
In the cockpit there was mad scrambling on the ” one over the world” to find the Arclight impact grid……we could unass the area pronto, but I can’t imagine being on the ground anywhere near the impact area and not being able to move…
Abiding respect,
Bill
Naval Gun Fire from the Jersey and those arc lights
when we moved up toward the DMZ. Frightful.
But at least they were our own.
Semper fi, and thanks for that view from up there in the air…
and those heartfelt concerns about us down below.
Not discussed much.
Had to be a big worry though…
Semper fi,
Jim
” Attention all aircraft, this is Ramrod on Guard….avoid WR 2168 for the next 05 Mikes…..Ramrod out ”
This brings back a memory of my first tour as a crew chief on a slick, and Just how insidious that MF Murphy could be in murdering you, Yes I was sitting behind the gun as we were cursing out to Snuffy a FSB up on the Cambodian boarder, I was looking out checking the airspace around the bird, Making sure no other aircraft were approaching, no one was shooting at us, Keeping track of where we were, cross checking the instruments against the pilots, and getting nervous…. Something was missing, “The constant call from various out going fire missions on Guard…” I look back out to the 3 o’clock and saw strings of dots above us far out to the south east…… More and more strings appearing…. Then it hit me, I hit the intercom switch and screamed at Kiwi the AC if we had Guard Up, he looked down at the radio panel and started to say yes, When all of a sudden his hand jabbed down, and started turning a dial…. I head some static, and all of a sudden there it was …… Ramrod …. and a “ATTENTION ALL AIRCRAFT! AVOIDE 11°02′15.3″N 106°00′35″E”……… The Pilot was a new guy, and when he set the radio freq’s that morning he misdialed GUARD by 3 points, So there we were, flying along fat dumb and happy, bit a care in the world with strings of 750’s coming our way, and Murphy laughing his ass off, as we un-assed the AO…. No, You never want to fly formation with 750’s it does god awful things to the digestive system and mind…
Yes, FNG and Murphy……..
Wow! And thanks for that revealing portion of your own rough and tough
time in the Nam. And the reality of the radio talk, codes and other bizarre
stuff we learned in quick time…or died. Thanks for sharing that
It don’t mean nuthin’ As you understand with some others on here…
Semper fi
Jim
Enjoy reading your story of being over there with overzealous Capt. from the rear area. I was at Kham Duc (68) and watched Puff/Spooky giving us needed support. NVA had the camp surrounded and was slowly destroying vital areas of the camp with mortar and fifty cal. from surrounding hills after overrunning the hilltops during the night. Sunday morning we were given orders to get on the next available plane after destroying our radio equipment. Glad to see Chu Lai airbase and somewhat secure area . Arc Light scheduled to hit Kham Duc soon after all American and popular Forces were clear of the area.
The NVA had a hell of a time and could not have lasted. Our resolve
died back home before that happened though. War. Not fought so
much on the battlefield although lot of us lived and died there.
Thanks for the comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
How right you are in stating that we lost our resolve back stateside. You should have said that Congress lost the resolve to win that war. They had all kinds of bravado when it came to sending our troops into that nightmare.
However, when the Pentagon wanted to end that war by bombing Hanoi, it was an entirely different story. Had they bombed Hanoi from the start, that war would not have lasted a year, if that! We would not have lost over 58,000 troops and brought home thousands of casualties which this government ignored.
Finally, you would not have a sordid story to write about, when it comes to the stupidity of politicians.
Well, J, I hope you didn’t really mean ‘sordid’ when it comes to my telling of the story.
I read the definition of that word and don’t really want to be even close to what it means.
But you are correct in that the DMZ destroyed everything because it gave them never
ending resupply. And so it went. Even with that we’d have still ‘won’ if we had been
allowed to persevere. But what would we have won? And entire population that didn’t like
us or want us there?
Semper fi and thanks for that comment.
Jim
My use of sordid applies primarily on how we got drawn into that war, the way thousands of young men were sent there to die for political purposes and then our troops forced to come home in disgrace. If that is not ignoble, I don’t know what else to call it.
By the way, I lived along side many of the South Vietnamese people, who loved having our presence there to fight for their freedom from communism. They were caught between a rock and a hard spot, because most knew that if the North was not defeated, they would lose what freedom they had. They were right too, as the U.S. politicians bailed on them, just like they did on our troops.
In no way am I condemning you for writing about the truth, so no defense is necessary on your part!
Thank you J. I was sort of struck by that word, but I get your drift.
There was no justice, no clue of anthropological understanding of the region or it’s peoples.
There could have been no win that could have been called any such thing.
It is hard, almost impossible, to install democracy where poverty is extreme and there’s no
basic education system that can inform and teach the masses.
Communism is so easy…going in, and deadly when it takes hold.
Thanks for bothering to explain and being here in the first place.
Semper fi,
Jim
I have been reading your accounts , bring back those things that never really never go away to the forefront . I was in country 3 Aug 67 to 30 Aug 68. Spent a few weeks in Da Nang ,then Phu-Bai-Hue , with HMM-163. Last duty station in country was Quang-tri , about 1 mile north of the city ,it was know as Base-X ,my squadron helped the C-Bees build it. We did most of the insertions an extractions in the area from about Oct./Nov.’67.,then they move in a Huey and 46 squadrons.If you ever saw the old UH-34’s ,( piston helo),that was us. I did many runs to re-supply an evac. in Ashua ,welcome home Brother.We got rockets/ motars /cannon fire dropped on us. Your fight was meaner than ours . Thanks for the read. Russ.
Not necessarily meaner Russel, depending on what of that shit you discuss fell on you!
It was all about not getting hit. Getting hit in a modern war is damn near getting dead.
Roll the dice. It don’t mean nuthin’
Semper fi, brother in the air…
Jim
Thanks for the come back. Forgot to say we were the 34’s with the eyeballs on the engine cover, we called them bastard eyes , the officers called them evil eyes .
Loved those bastard eyes. As you know I kind of identify more with the enlisted
side than the officer side in all of this. Leading is a very delicate thing
and so many officers think they know about that and the come in and get a whole
lot of people dead while they learn the reality.
Thanks for the comment and for the support.
Semper fi,
Jim
Got to watch Spooky a couple of times at night. The guns were about a klick away. Grinding growling red death flowing… Hard to adequately describe. Maybe it had something to do with heavy wet Delta air, but I swear I could feel the vibration. It was crazy-awesome.
What an orchestra of fire it was. I so remember. I never saw one
of those ships up close. I’d love to go to an airshow and see what was in
them but there’s probably none left around.
Thanks for the comment and liking the story…
Semper fi,
Jim
There was an AC-47 some years ago at the Air Force Armament Museum near Eglin Air Force Base in Florida. It has three miniguns mounted to fire to port and lots of machine guns as well if I recall correctly. I saw it when I visited there while on a business trip related to the modern version, the AC-130H, which has a howitzer as well as a minigun and a rotary cannon.
You are accurate in what you are writing about here.
The three mini-were what our 130’s had, although I think we also had the old
C-47s up there too. It was tough to get them though because the competition was
that way. Many times over there when you were getting hit others around you were
getting hit too.
Semper fi,
Jim
Puff would cover a grid square “QUICK ” … SAVED many Marines during Operation Scotland. ..I was amazed at the firepower. ..almost felt sorry for Charles. …OoooooRrrrrrrrrAaaaaaaaah!
I share your ambivalence when it came to that. I admired the enemy in all forms
but hated him too. I wanted to get back home so bad I could not help but hate all of them,
but I’m better now.
Semper fi,
Jim
One thing I experienced was the shaking of the earth while b52s were doing their thing. I was sitting on a track and the vibration was something else. Also puff did his thing for us when we sprung an ambush. Luckily we were able to call them in.
Thank you Walter. Funny how so many of us can identify with one another based
upon the weapons we were around and so effected by.
Thanks for the comment and the knowledge…
Semper fi,
Jim
LT have you ever read Sand In The Wind by Robert Roth?
Yes, Tony. Class act of a book and a great writer.
thanks for mentioning it here and commenting..
Semper fi,
Jim
Fusner’s second time seeing puff needs a quotation mark, and the heavy packs from heavily as your company marched up, if I may be so bold, and I am assuming all made it down without casualties. Yes it is real enough for worry. Rittenhouse is a fact-checker with an inability to lie. I can almost feel his pain, and Casey’s wrath is embarrassing to him. I don’t know why I share this compassion for Rittenhouse? Maybe because he is caught like a rat in a trap with his own leaders, while everyone else gets options.
As usual, an in depth analysis from a master. You should have been a detective!
More to follow and I can say much about what you said, although I much enjoyed reading it.
Semper fi, brother,
Jim
Jim you have opened so many dark areas of my life I don’t know if it’s good or bad. I do know that the VA doesn’t have anyone that could open those dark areas the way that you have thanks. watched puff do its thing and it did save many lives alot of things I would like to talk about but can’t find the words to say it. I think the capt. killed the lt. for setting up where he did. keep up the good work thanks Dave
There was stupidly abysmal decisions made in combat by so many.
Including me. Things like what the Captain did are now forgivable for me
although I thought he was horrid and endangering us all. Did he get
Billings killed? Yes and no. When the mortars went off none of us grabbed him
and got him out of there like the Captain. Fault is a tough one.
Thanks for the interesting comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Another great read Jim! If you don’t mind I’d like to ask you about a response you made to a comment earlier. About the guy in the bunker in An Hoa. I had to go to the rear for a day or two don’t remember why. I noticed little glassine vials on the ground. They were about an inch and a half long and the greenish color of an old Coke bottle. When I asked someone about them they said they were heroin vials. They said you could also get pre rolled pot in cigarette packs. Someone put a lot of time and effort into making this stuff. I often wondered who. Guess I need to watch that movie Air America. Do you think it’s factual? I was there in 69/70 and I saw the vials in Bien Hoa. Thanks Jim! God Bless Puff
I don’t know. When you are mostly in the field in combat all you get
are rumors and what you yourself experience. I never saw the vials or had trouble
with heroin that I knew of.
There seemed to be plenty of pot to smoke and I ignored it (mostly by the black Marines).
Did not seem to effect much at the time.
Nobody was ever seriously fucked up from drugs unless it was from morphine.
There was Tiger Piss beer smuggled in somehow but rare. T
here was beer dropped from choppers on one occasion
but only about enough for one can per Marine.
There was that awful ‘wine’ our Montagnard would get somehow.
Dead rat or something at the bottom of it and tasted that way too.
I tried it once and got sick. No, I didn’t get evacuated either.
Thanks for the question.
Semper fi,
Jim
C co 1//5, road duty outside An Hoa, half way to Liberty Bridge, bought a machine rolled joint. A buddy and I shared the joint, the FNG didn’t, he stayed awake and I had the best sleep ever!!! Just about one of the stupidest things I did in VN.
You made it brother. It don’t mean nuthin’ Not now.
Anyway, a good nights sleep probably got you through a couple
of days you might not have otherwise lived through. Thanks for more of
the truth we get on here and almost nowhere else.
Semper fi,
Jim
James-As soon as I see your new episode, I have to drop everything and read it through. Can’t wait to buy your book. I was not a grunt, I was a deuce and a half and jeep driver for a medical company in Long Binh and Phu Loi in 65-66.
Your writing paints a great picture of the bad stuff you heroes went through. Thanks for your service, welcome home!
Don
There were no heroes out there that I met. We struggled mightily undner burdens
not meant for young humans to carry. We cared for one another when it suited us
or killed everyone around us upon occasion, by accident and by design. ‘Hero’ one day
and goat the next…I suppose. Situation ethics prevailed over all…
Thanks for bringing that up.
Semper fi,
Jim
Every day now, I ask myself whether enough time has passed that a new installment will be posted. This is a gripping tale. Cannot wait to read the next part……Bob
Working on it right this second Bob, just as soon as I get done with responding to
your comment. Lots of comments these days but then, I have a lot of spare time.
Semper fi,
Jim
Great story. For me a catharsis of hidden horrors.
Many REF came through my AID Station for medical supplies when they ” volunteered” to participate in an A Shau op in order to get their CIB’s. My medics and I couldn’t believe that is why they did that. We got our CMB’s not by choice but because the 101st operated there. FYI lots of pot was purposely laced with H. I found many of those vials mixed in with catches of captured meds. Welcome home !!!
Steve, 101 st ’68-9.
Really interesting stuff here doc. You have a few stories to tell, as well.
You are no doubt right, although most of my Marines were functional at all times
unless they were choosing not to be. I understand drugs better now, given that
the terror was so unendurably deep and heatless.
And we were kids, of course.
Thanks for the contribution.
Semper fi,
Jim
I was always amazed at how thoroughly torn up the area of impact was after “Snoopy” worked it over. ALL we ever found were blood trails. Definitely put the fear of fire power in the knuckleheads.
Interesting and we will go into some of this in the coming segments.
After action and all that entailed. The real and the not so real.
Almost always awful though.
Semper fi,
Jim
Yes, You are well ahead of the curve, When is Casey going to wake up dead? How did he ever make Captain? Even the fuck you lizards had more sense.
I am waiting to see how You end up dealing with Jurgens, He is one of the main focal points of the trouble within the unit, You or Gunny are going to have to make another run on him, Now Sugar Daddy, It would seem He is developing a respect for you and your abilities, But I wouldn’t really trust him with your back, and Rittenhouse, Now there is a piece of work, Why hasn’t he fallen to sleep on a live frag? That is a weasel of there ever was one, Yes never up front, But always ready to sink his fangs in you heel, Trying get himself enough brownie points to get out of the field, always sucking up….. Yep, I see Casey killing himself with his own stupidity, Jurgens well, You will have to turn that bastard in the night loose or He will murder you, and Rittenhouse, You need to move him into the line, and let the beast take care of him, The beast is always looking for a snack.
What a line! The beast is always looking for a snack. I have to work that in Robert. Too cool
And it was so true. It was like the night monster from the closet when I was a kid was
back and waiting. For me, so I kept throwing him snacks and getting by.
Shit, great analysis and spot on too.
Some of you guys impress the hell out of me. I am not as smart as I think I am!
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim, You are plenty smart and a quick study, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation, The only thing that is a problem in Murphy, and from what I have read, Yes, He shows up in your future, Murphy The Mother Fucker, Throwing snake eyes in the game…… I would be proud to have you on my team anything Semper fi!/This We Defend!
Thanks Robert. I think that would be some team. Back here I’ve been a bit of
a success in the wild variety of jobs I’ve been fired from (23). Didn’t get fired from the
corps, just mustered out. Thanks for welcoming me back!
Semper fi,
Jim
OK, let’s get something straight here, when I read the comments from your brothers I get the combat smart part. Maybe you shouldn’t lower yourself but, rather, allow them up to your level. So far as I’m concerned, if you got out of the shit you’re all pretty damn smart.
Well Hell Walt, I didn’t understand any of that. Once more please!
Semper fi,
Jim
I’m just answering the comments as best I can. I don’t have a any style I’m aware of…
LT, no need to reply. Used to be a proofreader/editor. Here are some
corrections, and I’m going to go back over all chapters of “The Second Ten Days” and look for more. Takes 3-4 readings before I can back away from the story enough to notice errors! (I’m rusty, so I might miss a few)
Paragraph: The captain had somehow offloaded some version of real shelter from the chopper, and set it up in the very middle of the open area of the sand covered river bank. As I approached, it looked nothing more or less like than a bullseye in the middle of a large target.
Correction: It looked like nothing more than a bullseye
Paragraph: “I looked back over my shoulder.” Correction: Next sentence, take out the comma. Don’t need it.
Paragraph “This time the gunny met…” Correction: Space before the
sentence beginning with “Sugar Daddy…”
Paragraph: “Sugar Daddy was about to reply…” Correction: …knocked from his…”
Paragraph and Correction: “You’re dismissed, sergeant”, the Gunny ordered loudly, using his D.I. command voice.
Paragraph: “And I don’t know what…” Correction: observer
Paragraph: “I raced forward…” Correction: …me on my right side and him on his back.
Paragraph: “The Scene in the center…” Correction: “…on a body lying on the bottom…”
Paragraph: “I stood at the edge…” Correction: …to an escarpment. Beyond that everything was covered…
Paragraph that begins with “The man had to recover.” Correction: “it was over, at least for the time being.”
Paragraph “The Gunny was down by…” Correction: put a blank space in before the line “I joined him…”
Paragraph “Find somebody to clean…” Correction: Pilson, Jurgens and Rittenhouse gathered by his side…”
Got to say thanks Arnie. Made the corrections. Hard to catch some things and then these new computer programs
for word correct things that were not wrong in the first place! Sincere thanks.
Semper fi,
Jim
Another gem. Thanks Jim. When we got overrun (in an NDP with C 1/9, 3rd Marines) and had reestablished a perimeter of sorts, Spooky (C-130) came on station. We put ammo cans in front of our holes and lit C-4 in them to give them a read on our position. The light and sound show was unworldly. Another poster used the “rheeee” sound and that was accurate except the pitch was kind of low. Brrrrrrrrrrrrp was more like it. When we policed the battlefield in the morning, it was something else. Reduced an NVA battalion to hamburger. Will never forget that.
Definitely wanted Puff to know where you were. Great idea the boxes and the C-4 with maybe some jungle shit in there
for more smoke. and then burrow down@
Semper fi,
Jim
Really great story. Took me back to Pleiku in 67. I was in a combat Engineer Battalion, US Army. Keep up the good works.
Thanks Monte, I am on it. Writing on the plane tomorrow.
It’s always good to have some encouragement to keep going on a project that
is bound to piss a lot of people off.
Semper fi,
Jim
I spent a lot of time at night, sitting in a hole in a revetment wall, on guard duty. Often times, I would see Puff work out north and west of Da Nang. He would be close enough at times, that I could hear the awesome sound his guns made. I cannot imagine the fear it must have created in the guys on the receiving end of those rounds.
Thank you Jim for what you are doing. Semper Fi.
Hey Skeeter. Glad you had a hole. I had one some times. Loved
having a hole. Sometimes still dig one at the beach and the grand kids love it
but their parents think is unsafe because it’s so deep. they have no clue, of course.
Semper fi,]
Jim
I never personally experienced the power of gunship as a recon squad leader In Nam, but interestingly my son became a gunship pilot and flew a Viet Nam era AC130 H in a later war. The gunships continue to provide tremendous close air support to the ground troops and are much loved by the grunts.
Yes, I heard that they are still out there. Very popular like the A-10.
The stuff that can really reach down and help right then and there.
Like the Skyraider too.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim;
My Brother-in-law was in a Marine Corps infantry company in VN in 68/69. When he and I got out he would confide in me about some of the stuff that he had done and seen and I still remember our talks to this day. Because I have been reading your chapters from the start I could not wait for a chance to tell him about your work but with our busy lives we don’t get to see each other often. So out of the blue my sister calls and invites my wife and I out to dinner. As we travel in the car to the restaurant I begin to tell my brother-in-law about your book I have been reading on line. He acted like he was interested until I ask him if he ever heard of the A Shau Valley, A strange look came over him and he said as matter-of-factly “ yes I been there”. Then he wasn’t interested in talking about it anymore and I knew enough to change the subject. After almost fifty years I guess he has buried the memories deep. I would love to rehear the stories but I’ll not ask again.
Anyway Jim, sorry for going on so long. I read each chapter two or three times just to make sure I didn’t miss something.My wife is starting to wonder about mi II think.lol Awe-some work !
Sherm
He has not buried the memories. They travel with him through time and, in fact,
are the very waters that keep him afloat.
He has somehow been able to accommodate and get along.
I, and my work, are not here to disturb his journey.
You did what you could be there’s really no way to predict whether
such contemplation over the reading would be good or possibly emotionally destructive.
Thank you for trying to help him and also for attempting to see my work as curative in that process.
Thanks also for the sincere compliments and the
detail of your writing here.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim,
Like the other guys, I think you have a great talent for writing. You do a great job of making the reader truly understand what you, and many others, went through in Vietnam. Hopefully your book will become a “must-read” Vietnam war classic.
As I commented earlier, I served in the Air Force as a radio and nav-aids tech Dec 65 – Mar 66 at Tan Son Nhut and April-Nov 66 at Pleiku, where I worked Puffs (AC47’s) and Skyraiders (A1E’s). The Puff’s had three side-firing electric gatling guns each of which could fire 6,000 rounds per minute. They also carried a bunch of million candle power parachute flares for lighting up the bad guys on night missions, which were most common. (To this day my key ring is the pull ring from one of those flares.) Most of the Puff’s were WWII vintage and older than many of their crew.
Both the Puff’s and the Skyraider’s primary role was ground support. A role I always thought I understood, but which you have brought to life in your writing.
Keep up the good work.
Ground support is better today, or so I’ve seen with some of the
onboard camera stuff on Apache helicopters. The Cobras were so great
and can’t imagine what it would have been like to have Apaches.
Thanks for the background, the compliments and the support.
Semper fi,
Jim
Lt thanks for waking up the echoes. When I saw Puff work out I was reminded of the neon lights of Vegas.After my tour I return to school managed to earn 2 degrees in nursing and spent 40 yrs in psychiatric nursing, 25 with the VA. Never met a psychiatrist, therapist worth a tinker’s damn! Didn’t think I had RVN issues till I met a Young Doc who started calling me Kowalski. I didn’t have a clue, he told me to watch the Clint Eastwood movie “Gran Tranio. Then the light went on! I am a casual Catholic and have neighbors who are Vietnamese Boat people escaped from Da Nang. I had a stroke due to effects of Agent Orange and the Vietnamese neighbors are always ready to help. Thank you for your book. I enlisted while in college rather than be drafted in the Army and a good life long childhood friend got drafted and put in the USMC. He’s in counseling at the VA and when you book is avaialable I will gift him a copy. Thank you, sir
It’s good to read your voice, so to speak. The different paths we ended up on as we came back. Those nights over
there, not just with our own actions but sometimes able to see and hear what was going on nearby, hoping it wasn’t contagious.
Your sojourn with VA counseling I understand. How could those guys and gals know if they didn’t go and the guys and gals who
went don’t get those educations or training or jobs. We are the ‘victims’ of war and god damn it everyone would be so much better
off if we just acted like it. We came home like the horses of the cavalry in the Civil War. Our hoofs unshod, our teeth worn and
not even given the opportunity to proudly pull a plow. But here we are, many of us standing still and unbent inside. It’s a pleasure to
read of so many of them and enjoy this strange comment relationship.
Semper fi,
Jim
We called the sound from the chopper miniguns “Elephant Farts”. Puff was just “Death From Above”. We were on a hill on the edge of the A Shau right where the Ho Chi Minh trail came into it,relaying comms from the valley to Div.Totally awesome writing.
You know the valley I know write of. I got asked on Facebook if I’d ever been there or
whether I was just writing away. I asked the guy if he’d ever been there. Then I asked him
if he though that the color and smell of that river sand down there was easy to discover on the Internet.
The color of those rocks and the endless foliage and animals. The rents in the walls and the tunnels dug into them.
That strange wind that seemed to run in the same direction and speed as the brownish water in that turgid river.
He hasn’t written back. The A Shau was even distinctive in Vietnam. It sure as hell was a long way from Buffalo New York
where I went in…
Thanks for the compliment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Sir, I continue to read your postings and it continues to bring. Ack memories. I too saw “Puff” work out one night. The guys in my unit said watch this. I saw 3 red lines coming from the sky. About the time the red lines stopped we heard what the previous post was like a continuos fart. I’ve heard the dinks drop them in the tubes also. I’ll never forget those sounds. Keep the articles coming and thanks again.
thanks fro the encouragement and your own view of the Puff application.
Haven’t heard the word ‘dink’ in a long long time!
Semper fi,
Jim
Had Puff help me out many times. Before I retired Worked with the AC-130 Spectre many times and wished I had that in Nam! My favorite was the F-4, it had this sound coming in on a strafing run that brought chills! When I was in the hospital in Japan ,on the way home,there was a F-4 crew chief that showed a hart with speed and angle of attack that explained the Banshee scream! Loved that rectangular area on the graph. Have to give a shout out to the great OV-10 Bronco too. Was a lifesaver. On my last tour my Dad was overhead in a B-52! Every letter ended,Please be accurate!
Didn’t get much Phantom support but did get some OV-10 help.
Later in the story. Thanks for the comment and reading the story.
Semper fi,
Jim
LT, your superb writing grabbed me from the start. You really transport the reader to be in your shoes and feel what you were feeling. I find myself anxiously awaiting your next episode. My hat is off to you and all those who found themselves there and having to face all sorts of situations that no man should wish on another. Your sentence: “Both men were angry about something, from the expressions on my face.” might need an edit (maybe their faces?). Have friends who served in country over there in various roles and returned home safely. I had 4 years of college in by June 1968 and had one more semester to go. For various reasons, decided to see marine recruiter and discuss volunteering for service and volunteering for Vietnam. Could complete my military service in a year and 9 months. Talked to him once more and needed to go back and sign papers. Fraternity brothers talked me out of it. Have always wondered what would have happened had I signed…but have nothing but the highest admiration for those who served. God bless you and all the rest, and thank you all for your service.
Thanks for that compliment WD and your own history. Yes, like would have changed for you
in dramatic ways. But you are also here today and maybe that’s because of your frat brothers
advice. Of course somebody has to go but those somebodies don’t have to come home and
wish that everyone they went for went. If that makes any sense.
Thanks for your comment and the compliment.
Semper fi,
Jim
đại úy,
We didn’t have Puff. We had Snoopy or Spooky gunships. Loved ’em. Seemed like they could stay on station all night & drop those wonderful ” turn night into day” flares. When they cut loose with their mini guns, they brought piss & vinegar!! Hard to explain to non-grunts what it sounds like when they worked out. Not the “tat-tat-tat” you see & hear in the movies but more of a “Rheeeeeeeee” The long red snake of tracers, thousands of ricochets, the ground looks like someone used a meat tenderizer on it. Trees & brush mowed down. And that’s just one at a time. Never saw more than two at a time. Can’t imagine the hell three or four would bring.
Keep on keepin’ on & remember, “Don’t mean nothin!”
Bruce
2/14th Golden Dragons
25th Inf Div
’69 – ’70
Not likely to forget. Ever. Thanks for that rendition of Puff, the way you remember it.
Sort of the same for all of us who stood under and watched and heard.
Don’t mean nuthin’ is not understood out here on todays streets, of course.
Like to have the VA counselor explain it and then I’d laugh.
Had to live it…
Semper fi,
Jim
I remember Spooky – west of Da Nang hosing down the area around very steep mountain top just to the west of us. Said to be a French hunting lodge. Very impressive weapon. Very!
Thanks for commenting here Bill. Some really strange stuff they invented and used
there and amazing to see and hear.
Semper fi,
Jim
amazing…simply amazing. I know the mini’s on the huey I crewed were set up so the pilots could either fire one at a time or both. Either one by itself would fire 6000 rounds per minute. When firing both they would drop down to 3000 rpm each. My understanding was that 6000 was optimum. With our basic load we had enough for 1 minute of firing. The guns were limited to 3 second bursts. The ammo, direct from the cans came linked 4 ball to 1 tracer. All three of the hueys I crewed had the same setup; one minigun, seven rockets, and one door gun to each side. By 71 the C-47’s were history. AC 130’s had taken their place.
LaVoie. I have a friend who was L.T. Vanni back then who speaks of a laVoie from his PLC class
back in those days. I wonder if it is you. Thanks for being up on your ballistics shit. It’s better than
mine. Maybe I should research the internet better before I write the segments but I don’t. I just let er rip
as best I can and maybe apologize later when I’m wrong about something. We must have had some Hueys with rotary
but I only remember the M60s and a few Ma Deuces…
thanks for the comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
i’m not Vietnam I enlisted in 1979 but my DI’s were I am proud pf what I learned from them I was in the Army SSG. I know if you do have the head space and timing on the ma deuce she won’t fire we had what you called Vulcans track mounted miniguns 7000 round per min. thanks for your stories I wait to read every day I heard a lot about the A-SHA VALLEY from my DI’S
Trained with the .50 and loved what little experience I had with it, only to
discover that they had them out there in the field and we did not.
We moved too much and they had those damned tunnels.
Ferocious weapon. Sure as hell glad they didn’t have rotary.
Semper fi,
Jim
no apologies necessary sir. I always got a kick from watching the movies where they fire off a mini with MG background noise! I was enlisted through and through so I would be very surprised if your buddy and I ever met. I rode in the back, usually in the left door manning a 60. We had tremendous latitude to use anything we desired, as long as we could make it work. Most of the guys I flew with stuck with the 60 since it could be carried if (when?) we became unintentional grunts. Every now and again we would run across a navy uh-1n, (twin engine huey) they usually had a mini in each door. I’m having a hard time staying calm while waiting on your next excerpt. Great writing, sir!
Thanks for the enthusiasm of this reply and the knowledge, as well.
Most of your life in the chopper was a mystery to those of us you served.
As you know, the choppers just did not stay around long enough to have social time or
make chatter. Back in the rear the air was totally separate from ground.
Thanks for sharing here and being ready for the next segment tomorrow.
Semper fi,
Jim
Great reaction LT. Casey sounds like the 4th CO I had, starts giving orders before knowing whats even going on in the bush. Once you’ve had “PUFF” work around you, you never forget. Keep them coming Jim, so many of us need this to help bring back the memories.
I wonder what kind of L.T. I’d have been if the Gunny hadn’t latched on to
me from the get go. If the Gunny had not been there. I’ll never know
whether I’d have been okay or a total asshole…before I died, of course.
I would not be here without the Gunny and I well know it.
thanks for the comment and the compliment.
Semper fi,
Jim
A tent! Billings ran into a tent to get away from incoming? I am sorry he died, but how did he get to be a 1st LT in the Marines and not know more than that. He had to have heard you say that the open area would be a target. He should have known it without being told. Get behind something solid and get flatter than flat.
Puff came up and worked our western perimeter one night. I have these pictures that show this angry red stream of death seeking victims on the ground. I was glad I was two or three hundred yards away. Loud, very loud.
Enjoy Hawaii.
Thanks Joe. I will be writing out in Hawaii, because I have to finish another novel set there
and also work on these segments. I am going to meet a couple of guys from on here who will be there on the 19th.
I’m meeting them at the Kaneohe O’Club where they kind of know me so that ought to be fun.
The caption was a captain not a first. Training. At Quantico we were constantly being forced to spread out
when moving through the bush but the guys all tended to cluster, just like in combat. At Sill they were constantly trying
to keep our heads down when arty was danger close but the guys wanted to see the rounds go off.
It does not always work out that reason wins over other shit in combat zones.
Thanks for the observation. Never forget that some of us are better adapting in the field than others.
I did not understand that in Vietnam. Only years later in the CIA did I come to understand how I helped my
own survival by having that talent.
Thanks for the comment and if you send photos of Puff I’ll put them up.
Semper fi,
Jim
I has the pleasure of flying 2 CIA dudes. I wish I could’ve thrown them out of my Huey instead of the 2 Victor Charlie’s
The CIA was not had no ethical presence in Vietnam. Nobody has ever come forward
to deny what Mel Gibson portrayed in Air America and nobody attacked the producer over its making either.
There was a guarded wired compound at An Hoa and inside the bunker sat the man who controlled the drugs going in and
out of the airfield. That man’s name went all the way up to the White House. How the DEA, the CIA and even the FBI abroad
are ever going to shed their attachment to the lure of those huge caches of cash out there in the world is beyond me.
I never wanted to work with any of it but that does not mean you cannot be co-opted without your knowledge until it’s too late
or forced to work with them.
Thanks for the comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Sent the pictures by messenger in Facebook.
Fucking “A” my friend!!!
Semper fi,
Jim
Another installment that I couldn’t stop reading until it was done. That Casey still hasn’t caught on at all yet. Wondering if he is even capable of it. I knew as soon as you asked about his boots and he wanted the corpsmen what the gunny had done. Then his setting up that tent like he is on a holiday trip in the center of that clearing I had to shake my head even though I haven’t been in combat. He don’t sound like he has enough mettle to recover and become useful even if Sugar Daddy and crew don’t frag his dumb ass.
On another note you mentioned early times and PTSD I had an uncle that was a Seabee in Korea. He operated a dozer and had to do mass graves. He came back and never put the bottle down. I also worked around a couple men from WW II that were called shell shocked. They would work normal for a few hours then something would set them into a daze and they would wander off to return later. It was more prevalent then most folks knew. Many were remanded to state hospitals and just hid away.
How do we accommodate those who come back. The American Indians used to form them into
a special council and have them meet together all the time to advise the leadership, and to be on
hand for the future when they might be needed…and then train the young ones coming up to be warriors.
Pretty damned good deal for everyone. The vets had a place where they were respected and not felt sorry for
like your vets. I don’t go to Memorial Day or Veteran’s day events because I do not want to be ‘honored’ which is merely
another substitute word for pity. I took drugs and drank to keep from killing people back here that damn well needed killing
even more than the men I killed. But I had to survive. I had to make it. And so I did. But not with help from my culture.
I cried in the parking lot outside the VA hospital in San Diego the first time I went in after I got out. They listened to my tale of
woe, it was January, and then gave me an appointment for ‘treatment’ the following June.
There’s still no system for us. There are not automatic jobs with prestige. There’s no money. There’s plenty of pity.
Fucking keep it. I’ll make it on my own.
Sorry to run on about that one, but I feel for the men reading this story, as they’ve come to identify themselves and I
know they just won’t say, can’t say what I’m saying here. And it that damned story.
Thanks for writing Peter and I appreciate the compliment at the start of your comment, as well.
Semper fi,
Jim
Only saw Puff or Spooky work out once one night,,,it was terrifying and awe inspiring at the same time,,,,there was this constant ragged sound of the firing,,,,and the tracers like a laser beam down to the ground,,,,and the bullets impacting the ground sounding like a herd of buffalo,,,,never saw an arc light but I would not want to be on the receiving end of either one….some good Officers and N.C.O.’s or Shake and Bakes or Nescafes and some bad ones,,,,amazing anyone survived Nam….
An Arc Light Strike was something else, mostly because the planes were too high to see
or hear on the ground. The strike zone just lit up and white shock waves blew out in all directions.
Then three was black smoke that wandered over the area for about an hour. Not a whole lot of guys
survived out in the field it they stayed there for any time. Remember that seventy percent of the entire
mass of sailors soldiers and Marines never went to the field, as such. So there are a lot of veterans of the war
but not many who survived out there in this killing jungles and vallies.
Thanks for the comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Thoroughly enjoying the read. Keep up the good work.
Thank you J.D., it’s always nice to have positive comments on here.
I read every one, like your own, and respond to every one…like your own…
to say thanks and I will persevered…
Semper fi,
Jim
As usual I get to the end too fast. A fast, riveting, soul clenching read. Keep up the good work. If your FNG shithead survives he might just turn into a decent leader…..
As a new guy LT, you’re doing a pretty good job in the field — as well as keeping us spellbound with your story.
A year ago, could you believe you’d grab so many of us and make us feel like a fish chasing the elusive bait? Looking forward to the comments and the rest….
I had no idea of the latent interest in this subject or in how popular this comment site would be.
Fortunately, I don’t have a real job so I can write the segments and respond to the comments.
Thanks for the compliment about the reading.
Semper fi,
Jim
Anticipated some goings on here !! Seen the repellent aftermath !! I felt y’all were gonna get hit & “thump” there it was !! Thought it would strike Casey out !! Thanks for this episode 🏈🍉!! Love Puff & Cobra’s Mini-guns
Thanks for the eagle eyes and analysis. If you’ve been then you know many of the ‘tricks’ out in the field.
I had not idea there would be this much interest in the story. Absolutely none and I don’t even know where that interest
is going. I will just continue to write on and turn out the segments, stitch them into books and hope for the best.
Thanks for the comment and for liking the story..
Semper fi,
Jim
I would buy this book it is a good read much like “With the Old Breed.”
Thanks for that plaudit Alfred. That’s a good book and I hope my own
will be as well received. Thanks for the compliment. The book will be
out very soon.
Semper fi,
Jim
“Puff” is a word I will always associate with the mighty gunships, whether it is the song or mention of a puff of smoke. Funny how things like that stick with you. I watched Puff work out many nights from a distance and it was one of the few comforts in the night. Knowing they were there seemed a small comfort anyhow. I hated the 82’s. Even though you heard them and knew they were coming they were still terrifying in their own way. They could be very deadly too. I lost some people who were close to me to them..
The 82s were fearful, no question. Some Marines when in the jungle would
build bamboo covers above their pooches because they thought the 82s would not spray
fragments down if they got hit. Of course, if the round hit their little structure
they didn’t need to worry about fragments but you could not tell them. Superstition lived and
breathed with us all over the field of combat.
Thanks for the comment and writing what you wrote.
Semper fi,
Jim
It’s like shit I saw in the movies when I was young, gawd….
Well hell Al, I hope it was good shit in the movies!
Thanks for the offhand compliment, I hope!
Semper fi,
Jim
Sorry Jim, my comment was meant to be positive. I can see now I didn’t do a good job of it. What I meant to convey was how screwed up the Captain was, thought people like that were only in the movies. Looking forward to your next chapter.
Thanks Al, and no problem at all. It don’t mean nuthin’!
Anway, the captain was more common than I knew at the time.
I just didn’t know because you only got to know your area of operations
and that was a very focused thing if you wanted to stay alive.
Thanks for the comment. No apologies necessary on here.
Semper fi,
Jim
……and for a moment….a brief moment…the sounds of silence fill The Valley…..
On a lighter note; Never mess in the affairs of Dragons…they think you’re crunchy and taste good with ketchup….
I like that dragon thing. How very true that is, even if dragons don’t really exist.
Something comes in that night…and the silence coming out that valley, before the rain of hot metal, and then more silence.
Semper fi,
Jim
Too many thoughts this time of year, memories of a place called Khesahn, and 49 years later still wondering if the parents of a mouthy young Captain who left most of his brains on my shirt had to pay off his student loans.
My 5th wife told me 20 years ago I need to talk to somebody. Who? About what? Could anyone who wasn’t there in the cauldron of absurdity even begin to relate?
Dammit Lt, I knew exactly what was coming in this chapter, although I was putting odds on Casey going down first.
I still balance the irony of sitting 50 feet from Peter Yaro, John Paul Stookie and Mary Travers singing of that magic dragon 2 years before I watched Puff spit flames.
Too many memories collecting dust in the back drawers of my head. Who do you screw to get out of this place?
Glad you are there, in this place, my friend. You are not done yet because it’s that kind of country and your experiences need airing, if you can.
Funny about you hearing the song first instead of later. I must have heard it before too but never impacted until after. Of course, I did not see the group in
person, like you. The cauldron of absurdity! I love that. I may steal that. Good writing is hard to find.
5th wife. No, you don’t have PTSD at all!!!! Hope my story makes it easier to talk, even if you use it to tear it apart with your friends.
Thanks for you being you…and liking what I write, of course.
Semper fi,
Jim
I can’t afford PTSD Lt, I was too heavily invested in Don’t give a rusty rats ass before PTSD came on the market.
Warriors and musicians young Lt, we only share among our own, both only wanted when our skill is needed, and both expected to sit quietly on the shelf out of site & mind until the next performance.
Stories, only our brothers & sisters can hear them, not much point in talking to those who can not hear. We’ll just keep laughing at inappropriate moments, awaiting our next show.
Feel free to use the cauldron.
Thanks my friend. Yes, musicians are a bit that way too.
We all respond differently, just like we did there.
But there are some common threads. And trying to bind those
together is some of what we are about here. Or so I hope.
Semper fi,
Jim
Found another. “Both men were angry about something, from the expressions on my face.”
Should be. “Both men were angry about something, from the expressions on their faces.”
Hope this helps some.
John
Sure does John. Funny how the editing mind works. It reads the right way in the mind but it’s all wrong in print.
Appreciate the heads up and the help.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim, Have been salivating for the next chapter, you keep bringing memories back that had I tucked away, we had a Spooky squadron on Phu cat, was beauty to watch one work at night in support of our teams, like a Titan watering his flowers, being called Puff was an understatement, Spectre, on the other hand was truly was a monster of death from above, was truly grateful both were at our command,
I heard that Spectre had a 105 howitzer firing down too! That was later though.
thanks for the comment. Puff was such a gentle name for the actual beast of the air
but then life is so often that way. Thanks for the compliment of waiting for the next segment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Bit of trivia. One of the only two enlisted Air Force airmen to receive the Congressional Medal of Honor in Vietnam was a crewman on a C-47 dragon ship. The other was a para rescue Sgt on a Jolly Green Giant.
Hey, thanks Larry and thanks for writing on here at all.
Semper fi,
Jim
Our son was the weapons officer on a Spectre in the “good war”. Their capabilities in targeting are only really known to them and the slime they wasted covering grunts, operators and the Marine. His son is in the same sq now waiting his first down range Rt seat time. In the six years since one retired and the other is flight rated the systems are more lethal. The bastard has credible threats now making them at risk staying airborne now, so all y’all who give a flyin f k back em up every time the pols need a few more welfare $. Poppa Vietnam Vet. Ps anybody remember the black flying box cars flying with the C47 in Nam?
Thanks Poppa. I think everyone ought to keep that in mind.
The need for these infantry close and friendly yet extremely deadly
machines is vital as long as we send young men and women on the ground
and into the fray. Thanks for your comments and your support here.
Semper fi,
Jim
So the mystery of the boots is finally resolved. When one thinks about it, those officers would still be alive if they had returned to the rear for foot treatment. Perhaps that was the Gunny’s way of getting rid of them without one of the men taking them out for good. You may have gotten the repellent treatment had you parted with your boots long enough.
Nice work with Casey at the bat and the CO’s heartburn, you should have guessed that was coming, when he raised hell about official use of the air traffic. But then one suspects that is how Casey got his name, lol.
Gunny had to be the mischief maker when it came to the boots, as he knew all about how troops got to the rear for a break. He also knew that you would be the brunt of the CO’s anger, the slick ole dog.
Good planning and writing!
J, you are following closely. Real closely. I am not as subtle as I think but the work
appears to evidence that all over the place. I re-read it and it’s like I didn’t just write it.
Strange feeling. Thanks for you very accurate analysis of certain parts. It makes me think too.
thanks for the compliments.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim,
Heard and watched puff a couple times, always sounded like a big sewing machine spooling up to me, red lines ripping down as the sound picked up. Walking the strike zone for the count was always chilling. Not one sound, even the birds were dead or”de de mou” . The count always look like part of them had been sewn without thread. Very few were completely ground up. Most had to bleed out or die from shock and trauma. Very few die easy. In the teams we left the bodies we killed on the nearest brown line. Some arrived with parts missing or trailing along back a ways. Had a whole tirade above FNG’s but maybe some other time.
Butch
Man, have you been through one of those chewed up fields, or what.
Mangled is the word that comes to my mind. When Puff hit the target it
was a mess. When Puff missed it sure put the fear of God into a helluva
lot of humans on the ground, me included.
Semper fi, and rant on all you want, my friend.
Jim
Fantastic reading. Am hooked. Thanks.
Thanks Jeff for the neat short compliment. I am working away with that motivation, and the rest of the guys on here.
Semper fi,
Jim
If I hadn’t already read every segment a couple of times, I would swear that you were a Mustang. By the time I got in the Corps, Vietnam was over, but luckily there were Marines left that had experience under their belts. And then there were the Mustangs that had been in Nam as enlisted and were now company grade officers. A-1/8 Skipper Capt. Tracy, C-1/8 Skipper Capt. Haskell. Hard, but fair. And with a bit more common sense than some of the other officers. Thank you for sharing the story of your accelerated learning curve with us Sir. I cannot claim to have experienced combat, but I have heard enough first hand accounts from Nam and Beirut to understand the chaos and confusion and randomness of who lives and who dies. Comm Platoon, H&S Company 1/8 lost 33 on a Sunday morning back in 1983, including the Comm O, Comm Chief and Platoon Sgt. Some of them I knew for 3 or 4 years, some only weeks or months. I think of all of them often, that is my duty. And knowing a good number of your generations Marines, I thank you for telling their story. Everyone’s might not be the same, but they all need telling. Semper Fidelis LT.
I was two years of ROTC and then quite before my commission would have been issued
to the Army. I quit because I changed colleges to get my last nine credits for a degree
and the Army would not wait. Then they drafted me just as I got my degree, as enlisted.
I went to the Marine Corps enlistment sergeant with my draft notice and he gave me the
GCT, read my some paper and made me swear and all of a sudden I was a Marine. He lied
and said I’d be an officer in a few days. I went home and got my notice to go to OCS to
try to qualify to be a 2nd Lt. Welcome to the USMC!
I made it.
Thanks for the compliment and for re-reading the segments.
Semper fi,
Jim
Who woulda’ thought that just a few years after 1965, we who were there after that simple song would take on a completely new meaning after watching “Puff” work out in all his fury. Our childhood took an extreme twist, never to be the same . Lt,thank you for the “Rembrant” you are painting. One that stands in our collective memories and hallowed halls of our youth never to be anymore. Even when not feeling good, you ,your words, and images are a potion for the soul.Thank you for sharing what you have here! I deeply appreciate the life you put into your (our) memories!!
Well, Someone, you are certainly eloquent as ever in making your own comment about the story,
and a bit about you too, as well…You were out there in those deeply moving, weaving and mud-rent
fields of passage. Passage from life to death, or never ending physical disability or mental instability.
Thank you for being there and now being here with me. I cannot quite convey how much that means to me.
Semper fi,
Jim
As an aircraft weapons repairman and LOH door gunner I know the power of the Mini gun . Awesome. Love your posts.
Thanks Adolfo. Never did anything but see one operate up close. Cool looking things,
and really cool sounding. The gunner I did talk to said that the only problem was keeping them
in ammo at the time. Thanks for the comment and the compliment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you for sharing, Also for caring. May God bless you and yours.
Thanks Al, I do care and did back then too, although it sure as hell didn’t always show.
Today, I live in redemption for a lot of stuff. And that’s not a bad way to live.
Thanks for the nice comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
As usual James, I begin reading these excerpts as soon as I see them, realizing at the end that I wasn’t even sure that I was reading or if I’d been transported to the hellish environment that u are describing. I’m guessing Casey either is starting to wisen up a bit after this ordeal or will soon be meeting his own demise. Perhaps not though, as your voice of reason (is that what it is?) says, He is our FNG, and you intend to keep as many Marines alive as possible. Great writing.
Thanks William. Interesting excerpt of the whole segment. You picked that
to focus in on. Yes, it is really hard under horrid harsh circumstance not to
bond with those around you no matter how damaged, stupid or idiotic. They
are all there is and the next chopper may rain down worse replacements.
It was also stunningly painful to lose the other officers so soon. It made
me feel like I had even less time than I thought I had. And that’s the other
thing. It all becomes about you and your own selfish survival and placing value
on those that can or will add to it and getting rid of those who don’t or can’t.
Semper fi, and thanks for that first line compliment of having to have each segment as it comes out.
Semper fi,
Jim
Can’t believe what you went through yet I can’t understand the incompetence you had to deal with. Hoe you made it home has to be some kind of miracle. Thought the Army only had FNG’s
Going through that without realizing what you are going through really, until later.
When you are in it things happen second to second and, like with the pace of this
think, there is no time to consider. When some guys would get to the read they would
be zombies not because they were considering either, but because they were in shock
and disbelief about being alive…and then just reflecting on being alive with no point
to it whatever.
Thanks for the comment.
semper fi,
Jim
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes, again
Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free
Desperately in need, of some, stranger’s hand
In a, desperate land
The beginning of the Valley of Death…….
All of the children are insane
I don’t know what to say about this poem. Other than brilliant and outstanding.
I am going to steal it and give you credit on my Facebook page, if you don’t mind.
I will wait to hear from you though, as it is kind of personal.
Semper fi, and thank you for those deeply stunning words…
Jim
That poem is a song by the Doors. The End. Very dark but applicable. Don’t want you getting in trouble with copyright lawyers. 🙄
Got you Ron. Really cool poem though. Thanks for the heads up, like I don’t get in enough
trouble anyway!
Semper fi,
Jim
That poem is mostly taken from the Doors song “The End”. It has some modifications though. Just wanted to let you know.
Got it Tom, he got back to me on that so I won’t be using it.
Thank you for knowing that. I did not.
Semper fi,
Jim
They used that song in the movie “Apocalypse Now”
They could have used a whole lot more in that movie. Like maybe more of the realism
the thing started with. Thanks for pointing that out. I saw Apocalypse but did not care for it.
Nothing like Full Metal Jacket or even Platoon.
Thanks for the comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Only saw Puff doing his magic one time. We were in the CoBi Than Tan valley west of Hue about 15 – 20 clicks and he was somewhere east of us. Very impressive. Didn’t get his target, though, the last thing I remember is the odd tracer climbing up towards him as he left… Great story and great writing L. T. Love “an alternative form of the known universe…” Semper Fi!
Thanks Chet, I am working away at it and comments from you guys make it all the more real for me too.
I am writing a book of fiction, however, for quite obvious reasons. An alternate form of the known universe
when it comes to people who may want to track me down because they lost someone along the way…if you know
what I mean. Thanks for liking the work and commenting on here that you do.
Semper fi,
Jim
I like the way you’re relating what was going on to the popular songs of that time because in my head I still do that. We had a few little am radios during my first tour and played them when we went to the rear and even when we were in relatively secure areas guarding airstrips, artillery batteries next to major highways, etc. I recall we had a sergeant who was attached to us as our artillery f.o. and he would ask me to wake him anytime during the night when the Ray Charles song, “Crying Time” came on and I did, sometimes and 3 or 4 in the morning. When we went out in the “real” boonies, though, the am radios went silent. I had heard one guy had been killed while taking pictures, so I never even took my camera when we went out. No need to be tempted unto death.
I never go the radio/camera thing closed down. I always thought it was dumb
but then those clowns we called the enemy always knew where we were during the day, anyway.
Upon a few occasions they shut up though and those were pretty important times.
A million wars fought over there though, and I’m not trying to write a history book here.
Semper fi,
Jim
PS I had this thing for Born to Lose by Ray Charles too…and when I got my first big job back
home my new boss did not get it when in celebration he wanted the DJ to play any song I requested.
Needless to say, he wasn’t a Nam vet….
You make an interesting comment about those clowns always knowing where your company was. When I was at Nha Trang, I would sit in the CO’s briefing room listening to reports of the previous day and details about the upcoming strikes on an assortment of missions.
In the middle of the briefings, we often had locals come in to clear the trash or take care of some minor cleaning details. Also there, were some state side reporters for the major networks. After the briefings, they would rush to make calls to the networks and the locals would often be seen talking to other locals. I have always wondered which group, spread the word to the VC about the upcoming missions?
The problem was one of differential existence. The guys in the rear knew they weren’t going to the field. Ergo,
they had little investment in what happened out there. And, hence the security thing. But also, let’s face it, we were out
in Indian country among Indians. You really think they didn’t know their own back yard better than we did? And we didn’t stick out
like sore thumbs? it was not a winnable war from almost any angle. Unless you define winning as them saying they give up and we go home.
Semper fi,
Jim
O-yes Puff the first time I heard it. To me it sounds like a Lion roaring. At night it looks like a red laser beam going all over the place. Sometimes you could see green targets going back up at Puff .
Yes, there was definitely a roar to it but it was different than an animal thing to me.
I’ll bet that’s where the dragon moniker came from. Deep lion roar but not.
I never saw anybody shoot back at Puff but other guys said they saw tracers head back up
to it, as well (Being that those were almost all green in color).
Semper fi
Jim
What you say is true about the natives in Vietnam, however how did they know ahead of time about the Arc Light B-52 strikes? As you said in one of your comments, they flew so high that even you and our troops could not see or hear them. Yet when we reviewed the after strike photos, there were no enemies detected around the area, only trees that had been turned into toothpicks.
The security was not only bad, but wide open to the VC. That means they had friends in or around our command centers, that they could rely upon, to avoid upcoming strikes. Never heard about any investigations pertaining to such breeches in security during the war.
There was no way to expeditiously get data back to command and then up to the B-52 flight about the exact
location of where the arc light should be dropped. There were few above ground enemy camps. Charlie moved
all the time or was underground. When the 52s could not find a target they simply ‘pickled’ the bombs
into an area of enemy territory not supposedly occupied with American forces. There were very few of us
on the ground that were not afraid that we might be hit by one of those dumping raids.
Semper fi,
Jim
I gotta ask, was Casey from Supply or maybe motor pool? He seems to need a little training about not staying where it’s “nice”. Even a Signal geek picked up on that. And, btw, Junior of Vietnam, that was pretty respectful. Keep it up, can’t wait.
I never asked. When you got to the field as an officer you had an assignment
but that became the province of the company commander or battalion in lieu of his choice as to
what you would do. I always presumed he was 0302 (infantry) because he never evidenced a specialty in anything
else. Infantry in the corps is the most untrained rank for officers because it involves only Basic School training.
Thanks for the interesting comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Today 0302s go trough 12 weeks of training (IOC) at Quantico and 29 Stumps after TBS. Not sure when IOC was started but it was around in the 80s when I went through TBS.
Good to hear about the newer training of officers. Be interesting to hear
somebody speak on the subject. The old and the new.
I know it’s got to be better than it was.
Semper fi,
Jim
Puff, aka Spooky. Awesome firepower. Known by different names in other times and places. Saved a lot of guys.
Puff was something else and plays more roles as this odyssey plays out.
Thanks for the comment and the reading, and the observation.
Semper fi,
Jim
Outstanding LT.What’s the word on release of the first book?
Mike. The book is done and our for cover right this second. I am hoping to make
the final choice tomorrow and then it goes off to Amazon to get put up in whatever
happens with that part of the process. Takes about a week, I think.
Thanks for asking and the compliment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Strike one! I can only wonder if “The Mighty Casey” realizes it yet. Bullseye. I find your masterful writing holding me prisoner as I await anxiously for the next installment.
Thanks Jack. I’m just laying it down, day after day and night after night. Thanks for the
encouragement. Sure glad that I got a lot of practice in writing dialogue with screenwriting
because it works so well to try to get the temper of the moment. Anyway, just free thinking as
we move into the Eleventh Night.
Semper fi,
Jim
As I have commented before, I am so impressed!
Thank you Marty, as I move through this I am glad that the readers, like you,
have not lost interest. Keeps me going too.
Semper fi,
Jim
Just for the record, No. “Puff” will forever be associated with the gunship. For me anyway. Saw it once. Capt. Casey has it in for someone, but doesn’t know the score yet, so you’re it. You’ve had a whopping 8 days longer than him to ‘fix’ things…..but that doesn’t matter to him right now. It will, eventually. Write on, LT.
Side note: the wife wants me to stop reading your work. Says it’s affected my sleep ‘again’. Can’t stop.
I apologize to your wife, but I think the reading will eventually pay off.
The ability to tell those close to you can be lessened, I think, by using someone else’s story.
At least thats what the ‘guys’ here are saying. My trust of the counselors at VA or in private practice
is almost non-existent.
Semper fi,
Jim
Most of the ‘treatment’ on return whole and hardy was to get together, swap stories (about anything except Nam) and drink. Well, you know where that led. I had to get away from that, but I kept the drinks handy for a few years.
Thanks Roy for that explanation. Not uncommon for a lot of vets who were really in it. How do you
come back. it’s not coming home, it’s coming back to a different universe…
Semper fi,
Jim
Waiting for your next segment is like waiting for a special letter in the mail .running out to the mailbox, or in this case PC . You know , James, I got to thinking about a Lt that one of our rifle platoon got. He came out in a supply chopper ,came wearing a white T shirt and carrying a bull whip. Me and a friend said he won’t make it very long. But you know as I found out 45 yrs later he turned out to be the best CO they had,they all respected him. I bet he had a gunny clue him in. Carry on Semper fi
Wow, that was interesting. I too encountered guys strangely attired but
quite capable. Insanity took many forms. My was a bit more disciplined
but I was nutty as a fruitcake too! Functional nuts a shrink once told
me. Probably still true or i would not be writing this story!
Thanks for the high compliment. I shall attempt to indulge you.
Semper fi,
Jim
ahhh yes we love puff, I call him in couple of time on my little hill, o your good Lt. you will be ok just remember trust no one
Thanks OB, and Puff was pure magic the times when he came. He comes some more
later and the telling nature of those strikes, partially because he plane was slow
and easy to see out of, was amazing. And nobody but nobody ever shot at it that I know of,
with damned good reason.
Semper fi,
Jim
James, A lot I want to say but all I can put down is: keep writing and thank you.
Don
Thank you Bonacker. I know it is terribly hard for many veterans to talk or write about this
subject. Thanks for saying anything here and I take what you said as a huge compliment.
Semper fi,
Jim