I crawled toward where I thought the cliff wall was in the darkness. The rain was unpitying and the drums were driving me insane, as the sound was magnified, bouncing back off of the cliff face. All of a sudden, I was out of the rain and the jungle floor turned into a packed and mostly dry mat under me. I’d reached the wall, to discover that the cliff face was worn away at its base. The rain could not reach me directly. I scurried up one way and then back the other. The seemingly beaten path, no doubt invisible from anywhere, unless you were a few feet away, was not mined. It was another indicator that, so far, the only casualties suffered in the Night Moon Plan had been from our own fire. So far. The patrol still out there on the other side of the river plagued me. Three fire teams and a squad leader. Ten men, or more. Were they still making their way upriver thinking the company had remained on the move or were they hunkered down as well? And then there were the drums. I’d seen drums used in old cowboy films. Some Indian tribes used them against the settlers and cavalry. The drums had meant almost nothing in the movies. But the reality of having the vibrations reach right inside of my very core was something else again. I didn’t shudder at the thought, but I wanted to. My hands were not shaking either, but maybe that was a function of my movement to get away from it all. There was no getting away from anything, however. Fusner, Stevens, Zippo, and Nguyen all wedged in against me at the bottom of the wall so closely that we were all touching.
Click on ‘arrow’ and listen to the drums
Really into this.I was not a Marine but stationed at Dong HA Combat base,first of the 40th Army artillery ’67and 68. Your graphic description of the rain,mud and leaches made me want to go shower and check my self for leaches even though I am setting in my comfortable home.Looking forward to next installment.
Glad you are home reading and not back at Dong Ha. What interesting pits some of
those places were. I wonder what it would be like to go and see what the Vietnamese made
of it all. It was pretty primitive up in most of inclined I Corps back then. Nothing
but a rough path and river through the A Shau with a bunch of blown up communications
and fire bases. Now I look at the Internet and the damned valley is all developed!
Semper fi
Jim
Listening to the sound of those drums is addictive but I doubt I’d want to hear them while crouched down waiting to be attacked at any moment . I really enjoy reading these installments , thank you for sharing .
Thanks. The drums were beyond unsettling and when I hear tribal drums I still have a few problems, like
when I was with Buthelezi, Chief of the Zulu Tribe up in Ulundi, South Africa. His drummers played to welcome me and I perspired so badly
I had to blame the weather, which wasn’t that hot!
Semper fi,
Jim
Just a quick note to say that your story telling prowess has definately got me hooked! I am eagerly awaiting the next instalment. I read as many “true stories” of all conflicts that I can find, but the way you make the sounds, smells & atmosphere ‘come alive’ is quite unreal!
My father told me stories of how his father, granddad, was after coming home from WWII, & I imagine great-grandfather who served in WW1 had similar issues.
My hats off to everyone who has ever served in the shit & I am glad I was born a few years too late.
Keep up the writing, more of ‘us’ need to hear how it really was, & not choke down the ‘recruitment’ stories of most Hollywood productions.
Eagerly anticipating!
Thank you Bob. It is the strangest endeavor, working from the old manuscript and letters, plus new maps and stuff
from the Internet. I keep surprising myself with what I find that I remember but not maybe the same way as when
I use the references. Memory is such a strange thing when burned in by the intensity of the time. I am at it this
day working on the next segment while finishing the details of getting the first book out. I will continue to do all the
books chapter by chapter on here though because some of the guys won’t want to or be able to buy the books.
Semper fi,
Jim
The extra’s available here are quite extraordinary. They amplify the story. Hearing the songs & sounds that you are writing about adds an experience that no other format could provide. I’m looking forward to the paperback, but am grateful to have this added touch, it really brings life to the written word & adds an element to the story that is quite profound.
The work to make the chapters more ‘alive’ has been that of my friend chuck Bartok.
He reads the chapter and then puts his creative mind to work to tie things together with
the emotional response he gets back. I just write on, mostly unaware of what effects the
telling might be having.
Thanks for that bright spot of a comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Very good and real
hope that you never have to go thru that again in your dreams. It is over but will not be over as long as the vets are alive. My Dad was a ww2 vet. He died at the age of 89 last July. His war is over now No more bad dreams no more night sweat He is resting now.
The dreams are not so bad anymore. Not like they used to be.
The trick is to get up immediately and realize you are back in the real world
of the round eyes and made it…
Semper fi,
Jim
I don’t hear any Drums. We had a Chopper flying over playing Charg . Looking like a Dot in the Sky. We were pinned down for three Days and nights.
If you don’t hear any drums Fred, you are taking the wrong shit!
I saw the choppers in Apocolypse when they flew in playing Wagner but that was a movie.
Never heard a chopper play music or anything else.
Thanks for the comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
History often leads to irony, and these damn drums of yours Lt sent me looking. I’m not sure any of us will ever know why, but a few hours searching history we now know that certain areas of the beloved peninsula have had a fascination for drums in warfare back to the Bronze age. No indication if it’s ethnicity related yet, but I’ll look some more.
The Irony, our Australian brothers are currently using drums as a therapy for PTSD.
Jazuz, we are well and truly a fuked brotherhood.
Wow, interesting stuff on the drums. I’ve never researched
but I must agree as an anthropologist that drums have played a role in so many conflicts
and are so vital to so many tribal ceremonies of native peoples across the planet.
Thanks for the research.
PTSD drum treatments? Something else again…
Semper fi,
Jim
James, the shit keeps hitting the fan. I thought we were in deep shit when we had a broken main engine in a typhoon in the South China sea and when we fought a fire on a commercial tug in Vung Tau harbor, but what you folks endured way eclipsed any of what we went thru. Keep up the writing!
Sounds to me like a failed engine during a typhoon in the South China Sea qualifies
as being damned close to combat. Thanks for the compliment and for commenting here.
Semper fi,
Jim
Mr. Strauss, I have been riveted by your story. I find it amazing how each of our stories are so the same and yet so different. As a Force Recon Corpsman I never saw the river bottoms and never heard the drums. I have heard of them though. We stayed on the hill tops and ridge tops. Reading your story gives me a different look at the war in Vietnam. I enjoy your writing style. Keep up the good work.
The high ground and the low ground. So very different but with some deep and abiding commonalities, as well.
Thanks for liking the story and I shall endeavor to get the work out as fast as I can…
Semper fi,
Jim
Even though I was in the Navy ’66-’69,Our ship patrolled the coast for enemy traulers suppling weapons and supplies to the V.C. I find your stories very interesting. Please tell me where and when this book will come out.
Thanks for the compliment and it must have been interesting
duty to be out there interdicting enemy traffic on the high seas.
Thanks for being here and saying something about that.
Semper fi,
Jim
I know nothing about military strategy or maneuvering, but I’m fascinated by these drums and this deadly cat and mouse game.
Why did they start with the drums after the artillery barrage? Was it signaling of some sort? And also, How did they know where to attack, in the dark, in the rain? Were they setting up to attack where captain Casey’s tent got blown up and the officer killed, and had to adjust their plans when they realized you were moving? Or did they just happen to run into your unit?
Thank you, Daniel
When you are involved in another culture’s back yard engaged in a war against most of the indigenous population
then you can damn well figure that the enemy knows the terrain, night and day, the depth of the rivers and where
the enemey (us) is at all times. Just the way it is. And the rest you don’t get to know about. There’s no ‘after action’
report from the enemy. Thanks for writing an interesting comment and asking such cogent questions.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim, well stated. You commented on this in a previous comment. Your’e playing on “their turf”; a huge advantaged to the enemy. In the summer of 68, our wing was given a mission that involved close air to ground support. It was a dark night all over VNAM; monsoon season. Wing commander replied – Negative. Response from Macv – ok pussy cats. Commander stated they will never say that again. Which reminds me, you haven’t mentioned much about AF support other than “spookiest”. You are a very talented/gifted writer. Great artists are able to imagine or see something & later on able to perform a painting based on all or most of the details. As a writer, you have been able to are bring back memories of many years ago, plus keeping one’s attention. All I can say…..Well Done. GPA, Bien Hoa, tet offensive. Take care & God Bless
It’s only been twelve days! The Skyraider help earlier in the chapters was very much there and most helpful.
There will be more air interaction as time goes by. I presume you are talking about the dropping of ordnance
and not the near daily ministrations provided by the ever present force of choppers.
Thanks for the comment and the compliment.
Semper fi,
Jim
WOW, damn , wow ,did not expect a brick wall to fall on me ,picking myself out of all the rubble , trying to figure it out and wow; I find it wasn’t as much the story (which is damn good as usual ) but seem to be ,caught off guard by the comments, I think about the motto of 62B we can fix anything but a broken heart and (its not for not trying) we put back together a few spirits anyway and that a fact!
Yes, Bill, I must agree that the comments have been as substantive as the story
itself and that came as a complete surprise to me. Like a lot of the vets writing in,
I thought my story was isolated and totally uncommon. And I presumed for years nobody would
believe it if I told it. I never did, until now. The comments are always worth staying up at night
for and I appreciate them mightily.
Thanks for your comment and your great compliment.
Semper fi,
Jim
James I spent 11 months an 22 days living out of a rucksack. I was in the AnLoa Valley with the 173rd in 69. Most nights no sleep. 22NVA Div. operated in out area. I can tell you the drums are real. I now have PTSD after 48yrs.
The drums were real. Too many of us exposed to them, especially up in I Corps, for them to be figments.
Go in to the VA and tell a counselor: “I can still hear the drums,” and see how fast it takes for them
to either boot you back out to the parking lot or intern you! The stuff I am brining up in my story is
the stuff that penetrated deep into my own psychology over there, and it was mostly stuff I really did
think I would be able to simply let drop away as a bad war experience. I had no clue at all, of course.
None of us did. Thanks for the comment and support.
Semper fi
Jim
remember them well–had a few of the guys who took their own drum to the field and would answer them lol – 2/503rd inf 173rd abn bde – LZ English Bong Son area
Now that’s hilarious. God, I wonder what Charlie thought about drums coming the other way.
Thanks for the comment, the smile and having been along the Bong Song…
Semper fi,
Jim
I was with the 1/12th 4th Div in that same valley working off LZ Tape in 69. Met some of your brothers at The Wall a few years back.
Yes, there are a few up on that particular block of the wall.
A whole lot of them, really. Hard to look at even that one time I did it.
Semper fi,
Jim
I never experienced the drums in IIICorp.It must have been unnerving as hell. The gooks must have gotten the idea from those old black and white movies about British explorers in the african jungle, terrified by the ominous native drums signaling an attack. Imagine your story turned into a Band of Brothers type mini series filmed in the A Shau. It could be the definative movie of the Vietnam War.
Thanks for the Band of Brothers comparison. I absolutely love that series.
Bought the CDs. Now I don’t turn it on except for rare moments
because the people around me start feeling sorry for me and I don’t much care for that reaction.
Not their fault. Band of Brothers is for me like West Wing
compared to the real thing. One is the way you would love it to be or have been,
and the other is that gritty, crummy reality. My story is not Band of Brothers…
although there were certainly elements of it that ran through. Great series though.
I think the drums were an I corps thing and I have no idea where they
idea came from on the part of the Vietnamese. Brilliant though.
Thanks for the comment and the comparison!
Semper fi,
Jim
Never had drums… but one time when we humped out of the bush and were put on bridge guard,,,was during the monsoons…we Haden’s been supplied for a few days and were wet tired and very Hungary…had a little vietnamese Babylon friend ..we were to kick them all outside our parimetor at night…but his parents had been Kia by NVA ,,, and had nowhere to go,,so we left him with us under our poncho tent..a few hours after dark we here a voice out in the jungle over a loud speaker inviting us to come out and see them…that they had lots of very good food,, even named off a few names of the grunts with us.. and also telling us that if we came out that they would make sure we would get to see our loved ones again…this went on for awile..then arty was called in on where we heard the sound…boom boom boom…then the voice agin …then more arty…finaly my little friend (called himself Tom ) told me he knew where they were at..asked if he could point it out on a map…said yes…so took him to the CP…told them Tom could show them where the gooks were that were transmitting …sure enough he looked at the map and after a little while he pointed to a spot quite always from where the speaker was.. so arty was called in on that grid,,, then the talking stoped and we heard a squeezing of the speeder…then quiet…
Was squealing on the speaker..this auto spell thing has a minde of its own