My arrival in the Nam was relatively painless. I landed in Danang and immediately was assigned quarters for the night. The next day we received several items that we didn't have when we came: helmet, flak jacket, canteens, Unit 1, .45 cal. pistol and belt, pack, poncho and poncho-liner, boots,and green jungle fatigues (the cammies wouldn't come for another three months). I was assigned to a "grunt" company...(What did that mean?)
BRAVO 1/3, 3rd Marine Division. They were operating near the DMZ in Northern I Corps in an area called "Mutter's Ridge". Over the next several months, I had the privilege of humping, eating, digging, fighting, sweating, and bleeding with the greatest group of American fighting men I had ever met... the MEN of Bravo Company. As a corpsman, I was treated with respect and owe my life to a great bunch of warriors.
In the bush
** When I sent this slide home and my parents were showing
it to the neighbors, they didn't know it
was me until they noticed the silver ring I wore on my little finger.
Here's a few pictures which show the area we operated in. Familiar
Quang Tri, Dong Ha, Cam Lo, Con Tien, Khe Sahn, Camp Carrol, the RockPile,
LZ Vandergrift (Stud).
LZ Vandegrift (Stud)
** Until this bird landed, I had never
ridden on a chopper like this. As
we sat and watched it land I snapped this picture. Then it was run to
"get aboard". It lifted me to my first assignment in the mountains known as
"Mutter's Ridge" just south of the DMZ.
Command Group- Bravo 1/3
November 1968, LZ Mack
-if you are in this picture, contact me. I have all the names and have located
three four five of you!
|"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers, for he who shed his blood with me shall be my brother." - William Shakespeare|
On Patrol around Mutter's Ridge
|I guess if there is a good side to war, it was the opportunity to visit various vills and treat the natives. I was especially attracted to the children who were, for the most part, innocent victims of the conflict.|
The above photos were taken during MEDCAP visits
|The Rockpile was more than a base camp.
It was the most profound
landmark I remember from Vietnam. Even while patroling in the mountain
north of the "Pile", it always maintained a presence in the background.
It helped me to realize that even though it seemed we had humped to the far corner of the earth, no matter where we were, we were only a few clicks away from artillery support.(see the pictures below)