The following "story" is told in first person and may seem a little strange to the uninitiated. However, if you had been there, the satire will not escape you.

 

While assigned to Charlie Company, I spent my time in the "bush" of the Republic of South Vietnam. Needless to say, it was not the same terrain I knew and loved from the hills and mountains of Kentucky but I, like all others, made do. Here is a picture of my cozy home while living high on the hog at a little hill by the name of 881 South. You can't help but notice the lack of the lush vegetation I was accustomed to in my home town area near Bowling Green. Napalm and explosives have no knowledge of aesthetic values.

 

 

 

I did get to go fishing and swimming in some of the exotic rivers and waterways that were abundantly available in Vietnam. This picture shows how a group of us spent a leisurely afternoon during Operation Medina. See we even had ropes to swing on just like at the lakes back home.

 

 

 

 

This picture was taken in July, 1967. Normally I would be in my bathing suit but we decided to go hiking instead. I had a lot of fun walking around and seeing all the different places. I witnessed all sorts of fireworks and pagentry. I also got to do a tad bit of hunting.

 

 

I did a little grocery shopping at the local "A&P". Sometimes the villagers were so friendly, they would pile food up and wait for us to find it. Hard not to like people like that. Friendly, always reaching out with open arms...what's not to like or to fear? I mean, anything I wanted all I had to do was ask. They usually had more guns, more people and more ammo than our patrols. Their only drawback was they were so poorly trained and not educated in the art of warfare. Or so I was told!