I knew that our real registered position was known to the two Army batteries we’d used for fire, and Cowboy and Hobo had to have our position fairly well marked, but the jets coming in would not be quite so accurately informed. I was also concerned about the company’s position up across the drying river bed, as the fast airplanes would carry a lot of ordnance and probably drop it all on one run.
I reached for the AN 343 headset and called Cowboy’s A-1 Skyraider.
“Have you got an ETA?” I asked.
Hi Jim;
Thanks for all the “work” you’ve done sharing part of your life with us, there are times when I’m overwhelmed.
I started in Jun 64 and retired the day before my 57th birthday in 2004 to explain any part of my journey to anyone would be impossible, but you make it look like a “cake walk.”
I intend to be at the KS event, my family is Chickasaw and my Great Great Grandmother was the Clan Medicine Woman, I have a lot of her intuitive healing gifts so I intend to spend some time out in KS with the Natives. Many have lost their “Medicine People” so I’m almost always welcomed. Speaking of Medicine, for you the Bear Medicine would have much to help you to sleep, as does Bear who sleeps when the Winter comes upon the land. During the Winter sleep Bear reflects back on the past year and then goes forward in it’s dreams into upcoming Spring walk. This is to understand the things that has or will happen to it. It is why Bear Medicine is so strong with the Native.
Tonight I intend to buy this Warrior book from Amazon. Does this book come from your Lodge and does it have your mark or autograph?
Remember to keep your visions clear and your heart strong … there are many of us who sit by our fires listening to your Warrior stories. Of a Warrior who has gone out and come back with many horses and coups.
In these times the Warrior is not honored, as they always have been in the past, they are “taught to be silent and strong” We are taught no one wants to hear our stores.
Thank you for taking us into your Lodge and lifting our hearts and clearing the vision of many who eyes have become darken with fears and anger. You are a “Medicine Man” to many.
Well, thank you for that doesn’t quiet get it Randy. What a really neat paragraph to read.
I waited to respond to it because I wasn’t sure as to what to say. It would seem to me that we will be meeting on the 4th of July
and that’s going to be a special occasion indeed. I kind of expect to put up a folding card table and have six other guys show upon up
in a corn field but I guess it’ll be a little bigger than that…especially with guys like you coming.
What an honor.
Semper fi, brother,
Jim
Hi Jim, Here is my review anything else that I should add? I’d love for as many of your books to be sold as possible. This last week while at Fort Riley I had breakfast with a Sergeant MAJOR who said the Army was becoming a Millennial Army where people question HIM. OMG are you serious? Yes, it’s bad was his response.
This is what I intend to leave about your book:
Having retired from the Army (entered active duty 1964 retired 2004) I can tell you this is about as real as it gets from a young Second Lieutenants first hand combat experience. A true Warrior in his conduct of leadership, determination, and vision. Like a Sioux campaigning against an enemy that seemed everywhere and determined to destroy you and just getting through that day was a big deal. Unlike the Sioux this Warrior had to face the reality of the racial divide, support or “rear” personnel who were never in touch with the field, officer fratricide, and last but not least the unpredictable events of daily conflict (coffee as a bright part of your day) to leeches or soldiers throwing away equipment to make a forced march doable, or refusal to obey orders in combat.
This book will leave you in ranges from lifted or ready to weep …. or any other ranges of emotion in between. There is NEVER a dull moment in this book… the horrors, stupidity of superior rear officers, exhaustion (emotional or physical), the simple pleasure of a hot cup of coffee with the authors NCOIC (who was infantryman in WW2 and Korea), and the last but not least of what lie to write in this daily letter to his wife to make her life bearable. If you are in the “almost joined” or the “been there and done that Vet” crowd this will bring insight and some relief to you. One of my favorite experiences is in an email to the author from a Vet who said..”I get the question often, when were you in Vietnam? My answer.. last night, I’ve never left there.” Today on Memorial Day weekend … it’s a good time to take the time to read the book about the guys who were never met at the airport or never acknowledged for their service or sacrifice and see the daily trials our Vietnam Soldiers faced.
Best book you’ll read this year, period is how I’d summon it up.
I don’t know what to say about a critique that is so wonderful.
I am working on the next segment of book II and reading something like what you wrote Randy gives me a big lift.
The books are not always the most uplifting write for the writer himself.
Last night. Last night. What an answer of revelation and accuracy.
Thanks your for the great writing here Randy and thank you for making my day.
I put this up on my Facebook site and nothing could serve better on this Memorial Day…
Semper fi,
Jim
My wife and I are attending the Rendezvous also Randy.
It will be an honor to meet you
” Attention all aircraft, this is Ramrod on guard…..avoid WR2168 by 5nm, for the next 05 Mike’s…..Ramrod out “
Fucking “A” Bill!!!
Semper fi,
Jim
Hi James
My husband Richard just read your thirty days has September, the first ten days and liked it very much, as he was in Vietnam late 60’s. He would like the next ten days. I wanted to get it for him for his birthday in June. Is it for sale yet?
Sorry Christina, I am writing the second ten days right now but am only on
the 14th days third part. I expect it will be August or so before that one is done and ready to go.
Maybe a bit sooner.
Thanks for asking! And for buying the first book…
Semper fi,
Jim
The only drawback to one chapter every 5-7 days is I re-read each several times while waiting for the next. In the chapter about the Buff, I’m not sure if it’s me or if the wording here that I can’t seem to get to flow right.
<<<<>>>>
Is it supposed to be the ‘waves came in waves’? Kinda of a cool emphasis but required me to stop and sort out what was being said. If that was the intent then it was just me.
Hey, SSgt, it takes a lot of time to properly research. It’s not like I don’t have to
go back and forth to the maps, and I make mistakes even then. Plus I have my shitty little diaries and
the letters home to my parents and then to my wife to reread and annotate and then finally the
script I wrote in 1970. Whew. I want to get it as right as I can.
Thanks for caring enough to complain!!!
Semper fi,
Jim
I like the conveyance of the sensation of multiple 500lb impacts. Like even the waves had waves. My goosebumps even had goosebumps
Thanks a lot for that comment Ssgt. Sometimes I am reminded to reread what I wrote and then
chuckle at the description I didn’t remember I wrote!
Semper fi,
Jim
On 28 April 1973, 2000 250 pound bombs destined for Southeast Asia lit off at the Roseville railyards in Northern California. I don’t recall how close I was but close enough to knock a skinny 13 year old kid to the ground and then some. Those explosions went on for 32 hours. I can only imagine the absolute terrifying hell that air strike must have been – 500 pound bombs at a much much closer distance. And that’s after surviving the artillery barrage up on the ridge! Eagerly waiting for the next chapter. On another note – I went on Amazon to write a review and order the first ten days. I got a bit frustrated when it wouldn’t let me write the review. By reading the comments I realized that I need to order the book first. Getting on that. Very much looking forward to reading it straight through.
Thanks so much Monty for ordering the book and leaving a comment.
Means everything in these early days. It was an intensively dangerous time
even for a series of combat situations and it’s a long way from over.
Thanks for writing on here and your continued support…
Semper fi,
Jim
I can sill hear the arc light’s. Being on the Cambodian border made them easy to hear. When you could see what they did, as it happened, could take your breath away. The captain turned out to quite the man. Good for him. Keep up the good work, and as always…WRITE FASTER!!
Never seen or heard of any pyrotechnical display like it Mike. Something so stunning and shocking to behold
that the fear was minimized somehow. Thanks for the comment and for being here to write it.
Hope you have the book by now and left a comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
In reference to the Arc light strikes, I was with 3/3/3 in late summer of ’67 and operating out of Payable, near the Rockpile, and I believe we were in the valley that led to Khe Sanh, but really can’t remember for sure. But we had just gotten an arc light strike and we were scouting around the huge holes looking for evidence of casualties, and in the bottom of one hole, a good 15′ deep was a hand, still clutching a ChiCom potato masher grenade. Fifty years later, I can still see that hand and marvel at the fact it was laying there at the bottom of the hole, still clutching that grenade, and everything else about that man was simply gone!
Thanks Chris. The power of modern weaponry is staggering to experience first hand.
Few really do and even fewer come through to even discuss it…to an audience that has no
clue and no ability to believe. In the movies and on television small underpowered revolvers
almost always are at least equal to or greater in effect than machine guns and assault rifles.
That’s the mythology laid on us. The reality is totally different, as you know. Try telling someone
back here that if you stand up a full quarter mile away from a 750 lb bomb going off on flat ground that
the shock wave will likely kill you on the spot. Not the movies.
Semper fi, and thanks for the comment,
Jim
Salina,Ks sits immediately on the sout side of I-70 and is close to midway ‘tween Denver and KC. Not far east is Junction City (Home of the Big Reed One) and Junction City, being a military town (as in Salina is highly supportive of military. Salina was once home to Schilling AFB. The KKOA at Salina is one of the best you’ll see, Many anniversary yearly drag races held there. MANY nearby hotels there as well. I am attempting to get local press and TV to be present. Hope this helps? Semper Fi
Junction City has an outstanding Viet NAm Veteran Memorial there right close to I-70 Worth a look see.
I think the final decision is Winfield, Kansas. They have a small version of the wall and
great accommodations for everyone and would be really happy to have us. At least that is what Chuck Bartok, putting
the whole things together, is putting up on the Internet right now.
I don’t know how far Whitfield is from Salina but I don’t think it’s that far.
Semper fi,
Jim
James, Winfield and Whitfield are 2 different places. Winfield is in southeast Ks, along ways from Salina. Good luck finding your way.
Greatly enjoying you writing. Although not being infantry but Army Combat Engr attached 3rd MarineAmphib Field Force in 68 at Hai Van Pass with a. cLear view of the A Shau
Yes, Dan, but this thing seems to have a life of its own.
I’ll go where the hell they figure out I should go and be proud to
have helped form the gathering. I don’t think there is a gathering of
combat Vietnam guys anywhere…and so it will be…anywhere.
Thanks for the comment and for the support and hope to meet you on the 4th…
Semper fi,
Jim
Winfield, Kansas is southeast of Wichita. When I was active duty I pulled alert at the old Titan II Missile Silo that was close by. It’s been awhile since I was there, but it is convenient enough to larger towns for eats, and lodging, too.
PS Got my book in the mail today. Thanks for the autograph. For others that don’t have an aotographed copy: Nyah, nayh, nayh, nayh! 🙂
thank you Ed and I am glad you like your autographed edition.
Yes, Winfield works simply because it’s an adventure. Is the cause
good enough to hit the road over? I doubt it, but the adventure itself
I cannot help but look forward to…
Thank you.
Semper fi,
Jim
I know what you mean about fucked up sleep. (It’s 0330 as I write this.) All this time later, I’m awake from dusk to dawn, checking the perimeter. I postponed a lot of my PTSD by staying in the Corps. I went on to do some stuff in the Middle East as an intel officer, then Desert Shield/Desert Storm, Operation Provide Comfort in Turkey and Northern Iraq, Somalia, the Middle East again, Haiti, Bosnia, Kosovo, Iraq, and two tours in Afghanistan. I hit mandatory retirement at 40 years (10 enlisted and WO, 30 commissioned service) and realized that my mandatory retirement date and my body’s expiration date coincided. My new duty station is Bethesda, where I get parts replaced. It’s all caught up with me now, but I can’t tell what is from Vietnam and what is from the other shitholes. I’ve given up on a normal sleep schedule. No matter, I’ve got a good dog and a house with clear fields of fire. Keep up the good work. As I noted in my Amazon review, if the reader wasn’t there, your book is the closest they can ever get.
I read your comment and then reread it and started laughing. I much enjoyed the way you put things here.
Your duty station is Bethesda for parts replacement. Yes! Retirement and expiration dates. Thanks for the morning smile.
Thanks also for reviewing the book after buying it in the first place. And the compliment means a lot too.
Semper fi,
Jim
Ordinance about 15 paragraphs from the beginning should be ordnance. Thanks for all you are doing and all you have done.
So noted and corrected.
Thanks Gus
Semper fi,
Jim
Wow…Another gripping installment. Thank you again for sharing. A few thoughts come to mind:1) My friend Mark Shiels (1st Cav 2nd & 7th Pleiku 68′-’69) always credited his DI at Fort Benning for keeping him alive in Viet Nam. He said the DI drilled into him that if you equate Viet Nam with a herd of 100 cows, you want to be cow number 52. Not too far in the front, not too far in the back…reminds me of Stevens. Able to adjust (visible and invisible) as the situation dictates. 2) Mark always said, “I was hired to do a job by the US Army, good or bad, that’s my job. That’s the work ethic I was brought up with and I am happy to have a job, maybe not happy with the job, but at least I have one”. 3) My brother was a SSgt in the Air Force (’67-70), stationed for about 9 months in Thailand. About 6′ 4″, 225 lbs., tough guy from a blue collar neighborhood in Queens, had nothing but praise for you guys on the ground.
Thanks Al for that neat comment. I was not angry with Stevens for the way
he conducted himself. I was more amazed at his ability to pull it off, even with me being
on to him! But then, survival strengths come in all kinds. I was as different from Stevens as night to day
but I respected what he was and how he was going about cleverly thinking his way through…
Semper fi,
Jim
In my day with the 101st we called Stevens a “ghost”. The procedure was called “ghostin”. It was a survival technique. Always available, never visible.
Interesting comment here Vern. I, like with most of the rest of my story, never thought that any of this stuff might be
experienced by other men in combat. Here you guys not only knew of conduct like Stevens pulled buy you had a name for it!
Astounding. Thank you for that and for the other comments you have made.
Semper fi,
Jim
I asked a coworker who is a Amazon Prime member to help me leave you a review since I hadn’t spent money there myself. He bought me the book instead, you’ll see it in the near future when I send for the autograph. I already asked them to get that review in. #oneveryhappycamper
SSGT. You are the man! Thank you, and that was a cool thing for that person to do.
Thanks so very much. It seems small at this point but we are small at this point. Growing but small.
Hopefully, we will be like the Corps, small but oh so effective…
Thanks brother,
Semper fi,
Jim
James – Possibly the most intense chapter yet. So many unknowns – the NVA and your own troops pale small in comparison as to where the hell is all that high altitude ordinance REALLY going to land? I’m still having a very hard time thinking that you actually had Marines who may still want to kill you after all you’ve brought them through. Total shitbirds of the lowest form in my eyes!
Here’s something else I’d like your input on. I have a daughter who is very close to signing the papers for OCS in Quantico (May 2018 class). Are the instructors that ignorant AND that shitty to the “candidates” as you describe Major Kramer in Basic School? Has their own feeling of self importance overshadowed their professionalism that REQUIRES them to train and mold these highly motivated, very bright future leaders of our beloved Corps and country into lean, mean fighting machines? It disturbs me that someone as qualified and obviously successful as you were in OCS would be ostracized by fellow candidates (and commanding officers) who were jealous of your accomplishments rather than being proud to have served with you.
Semper FI
They weren’t that jealous. I was a bit of an asshole to many of them.
Kramer was a bad C.O. but those can be worked around as time goes by and through the combined efforts of everyone in the command.
The Corps is a definitive life-changing thing in anyone’s life who joins it at any rank or level. It is, in my opinion, the finest training
operation in the world and leaves its positive can-do attitude stamp on all who enter its portals. Also, OCS is tough and when you do tough successfully
it leaves its mark. I whole-heartedly support her going to OCS and coming out as a great officer. I have not written much about the great ones I met because they came after…and hopefully I’ll make it to write that book after the other three are done….
I love the Marine Corps, all the way…up the hill…oooooorahhhhh!
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim,
Just read first 10 Days. Great job.
I am a specialist in sleep disorders.
You mention in several places loosing time but not really sleeping.
Stage I Sleep is hard to tell from being awake. You can still hear things and maybe think scattered thoughts. Of the 4 stages of sleep, it is where anxious people mostly sleep. It is not very refreshing. It can be easily interrupted by brief arousals.Some people will drift from being awake to in Stage I sleep and out again. Very sleep deprived people can lapse into it unknowingly, even while standing up.
I really appreciate your writing down your experiences.
Frank
Now that’s some neat shit your talking about Frank.
I did not know there were sleep specialists around.
I guess I’ve never considered my strange state at night a ‘disorder’ before.
It must be, however. I am very alert through all the days of my life. All day long,
from around six until around one a.m. the following morning.
I sleep but not sleep during most nights. I get up and then get back down.
I go in and out all night long but I am not discomforted by the process.
It’s become okay as long as I don’t bother anyone else in the house.
I hunt with my cat through the house, from window to window to cover all the fields of fire.
But I do not do so armed anymore.
If periods of actually being out of it come then the loss of some decent hours
of being down does not seem to bother me at all during the next day. I do not nap and I do not nod off.
I could not be more alert or on top of everything mentally.
I do not multi-task well but I task really, really well.
I probably have a disorder though, as I can’t see where my night life is at all normal.
I don’t drink or take any drugs at all.
Thanks for caring enough to ask.
Semper fi,
Jim
Hypervigilance , insomnia and poor quality sleep is seen in some veterans. I think my Grandad had some of this left over from WWI.
There has been quite a lot of research in this field. You might google American Society of Sleep Medicine for more info.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/m/pubmed/16800716/
A good review.
Frank
Thanks, Frank
Morning “LT”….sitting here and smiliing at the small coincidences that just can’t be explained…This segment arriving for us to read on Easter Morning..as you leave us waiting…for the “Moses Plan”…..just doesn’t get any better…. In order to have received all that air support, Cowboy had to have declared a “Broken Arrow” for your situation….and everything that could fly was given to him to use for your support..Those B52’s would have been diverted in flight from another predestined target area…and that never happened unless it was of the utmost importance…Somebody had your back… The closest we ever got to an Arc Light drop was about two clicks..and I can still feel the earth shaking today..we would stop and stare at each other..and speak quietly, almost in reverance for the hell that was being delivered upon those under the rain of steel….the phrase “Get Some” could be heard up and down the line and we were just grateful that Buff was on our side….. As for Casey….he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way…he had enough wits left to know that he was finished…but by God, he was stll an Officer of Marines….to the end…”Hi Ho Silver… Away”….. will raise a quiet cold one to Him…and all the “Sandy’s” Semper Fi…
Wow Larry. Just wow! You write your own form of poetry in this last entry.
Your story braided so neatly into my own, like we were both there together
and now old Marines sitting around the camp fire and talking about it.
The Vietnam Combat Rendezvous is going down outside Salina, Kansas on over the 4th of July.
You just have to be there…along with the organized wisdom
you so adroitly express in your writing.
Thanks for that. A quiet cold one…
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim another intense segment. Loved the fast movers (F4s) they were there then we needed them. Sometimes to close for me. Your descriptions of the explosions bring it all back for (to) me, the radios asking for our positions to the sounds are spot on. We had some big bombs (don’t remember how big) dropped in Cambodia that turned the triple canopy to tooth picks, we stayed around them at night for field of fire if we could.
Keep them coming Jim.
Thanks Mike, and I mean that from the depths. It’s hard to associate sometimes with the far journey from there to here,
and bridging that huge gulf, a gulf I wanted to make wider as quickly as I could. But here I am, on the far side of that
valley of life, wondering if that distant height and edge near the far horizon of time really happened at all.
Am I really here? And if I am then what exactly is here? Thanks for the depth of your comments, all of them, and this is just
another fine example…
Semper fi,
Jim
Remember shrapnel swoosh swooshing and then the thud as it hit close by every time we called in HE…some way to close…those times I found that I could get everything but the end of my toes under my helmet 😁
God yes. The sound of that flying metal, and sometimes the mysterious thuds when it hit, never to be seen, gone in the mud or jungle mash.
I concur without reservation. The sound of the low-flying artillery rounds moving right over our heads when we were on the gun target line or
that weirdness of the illum cannisters….
Thank you,
Semper fi,
Jim
You did Good LT. I have not been saying much you know how it is. I lost my James on the April 14 67 just can’t get it out of my head. There’s a lot of Day that come back every year. I do like your book you are telling it like it was. Thank you James