Military Stories

[AMT]

As we all know, some officers in the military are only officers because of some BS degree that got them in to OTS (Officer Training School) anyway. A lot of them have no right being an officer, let alone being in charge of nothing more than a goldfish!

Well, we get this new section officer. He ain't there for a month and he already has caused MAJOR waves and issues with people. He's about 6' 2" and has the typical bodybuilder shape. (We had a guy in our shop who was into bodybuilding and had the same physique). He comes around on a "tour" of the different sections that he is in charge of. As he is in our shop I see him and ask if he's into bodybuilding. He says "You'll address me properly, do you understand?"

Being about fed up with the BS (bullsh_t) "officers" that are coming out of OTS, I shrug my shoulders and say "forget it" as I turn and walk away from his "tour" of our shop.

He gets done with us an heads over to another building. I grab a bunch of gear and head over to the inspection hangars to do a job and this jack-wagon struts through. While in the middle of inspecting an aircraft, and BS'ing with a friend of mine, we hear sirens and see flashing red lights from an ambulance outside the hangar. Not paying any attention I continue with my inspections as he (my friend) walks back into one of the shops off the hangar.

He comes back in laughing is a_s off! I ask "what's so funny?"

He says "Remember the hydraulic sheet metal cutter the machine shop just got a few months ago? The one that will cut through 1/4" steel?"

"Yeah. And...."

"Well, the dumba_s is getting a tour of the shop and they get to the sheet metal cutter and they give a little show-and-tell and they cut a piece of sheet metal. The dumbs_s says "I bet it can't cut me" and proceeds to put his fingers in it and hits the button. Cuts the tips of 3 of his fingers off!!!"

When he was released from the hospital they sent him back to the states. He wasn't on island for more than 6 weeks!

hahahahaha. I still think of that dumba_s from time to time and wonder what he must tell people about his time in the Air Force and if he says anything about chopping his fingers off. hahahaha

 

[Baseacegoku]

Am I allowed to post second hand stories that my father told me?

 

[AMT]

That is how they become great stories!

Well, then it's on.......

We were visiting my grandpa. All of our "chores" were done and we were passing the time until "beer-thirty". Scrolling through the channels we come across "Saving Private Ryan". We ask, do you wanna watch this?

He says, "Whatever you want to watch is fine. I'm not too picky."

Well we are watching it and when it gets to the part in the movie where they are storming the beach at Normandy my grandpa turns around and says, "TURN THIS OFF!!!"

I was sitting next to him and mention "Are you ok?"

He says "TURN IT OFF NOW!"

Now, my grandpa has never raised his voice like that and this shocked all of us. So we turned the channel. I mention "supposedly they did a lot of research for the movie and it is supposed to be fairly accurate."

He says "These sons-a-bubblegumes don't know anything about that!"

I mention again that it was supposed to be fairly accurate. Then I had to say "How is it wrong?"

He said "I WAS ON THE SECOND WAVE! NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING UNLESS YOU WERE THERE! That is something that I never want to see again. Understood?"

He was visibly shaken and upset and we all saw it. We all went quiet for a long time.

Later that night my mom says to me "Even I didn't know that he was there."

After he passed away we got copies of his military records and medals. We had a nice wooden display case made that presents his medals, ribbons, etc. When we went to pick up the display case after having it made, the guy behind the counter says "Do you know what these medals and ribbons are for?"

We said "No. Do you?"

He proceeds to tell us about the various medals and ribbons. He then says "Your grandfather was a badass! He was in one of the elite groups of the day. It was a real honor making this case. I had not seen ribbons like that, for one person, in a long time. You should be proud of him."

We all thought the guy was BS'ing to make us feel good about what was charged for the display. Then we started to do a little research and found out a lot of stuff about him. Stuff my mom and uncle never knew. They say my grandpa would never talk about what he did or went during the war. He never said anything to them about it.

RIP grandpa!

 

[Baseacegoku]

I will post some of my fathers stories when I get home from work. I might even give him a call and get him talking.

 

[EPS]

Well because of the post above.
I will say this about @AndyinEverson .
And the stuff he told me and my sister and my aunt .
He always started the story .
I'm only telling you this story.
Because nobody dies.
It's just something that happened when I was in a war zone.
My advice is don't ask about the stuff they don't want to talk about.

Just listen and learn.
Thanks for your service guys.and girls.

 

[EPS]

@AndyinEverson story about the kid .
And the can opener and the can of peaches.
Always gets me.
Then he told me and my aunt about the female helicopter pilot .
That's a good one .
The monkey in Panama is HILARIOUS.
LOL.
THANKS ANDY

 

[Ura-Ki]

I grew up a Navy brat, so there was a lot of pressure, expectations and stress!
Mom told Dad before they were married that She was NOT marrying the United States Navy, and that she would not allow him to be "Captain" in his home and that if he turned out like that, there would be hell to pay!
To his credit, Dad was never ever like that at all, and while there was the very sever warning to us that we were expected to behave at all times and never do any thing to embarrass Dad, we were still allowed to be kids, make our own choices, and make our own mistakes!
It was a fun childhood despite growing up in the shadow of such a fearsome man, but Dad was never like the horror stories you some times hear about!
Dad was there in his dress whites when I graduated boot camp, he was there when I graduated my training school and got my first duty assignment, and dad was there when I retired from the service, always proud and always appreciative and with that knowing glint in his eyes that only those who have served will know!
I have always been very proud of my Dad and what he did, the extraordinary power he held for so long and that he did so with absolute dedication and commitment to his deadly craft, and never once put a foot wrong, and that he was also a good father who did every thing he could to raise his sons right with out being Captain at home!
Today, My Father is facing the most difficult assignment of his life, to care for my Mom who is dying of cancer! He has been with her through thick and thin, through out all of their life's challenges, and while his duty kept him from home for months at a time all those years, he has never stopped loving her with every thing he has, and he has not left her side since the diagnosis came!

 

[Baseacegoku]

I grew up a Navy brat, so there was a lot of pressure, expectations and stress!
Mom told Dad before they were married that She was NOT marrying the United States Navy, and that she would not allow him to be "Captain" in his home and that if he turned out like that, there would be hell to pay!
To his credit, Dad was never ever like that at all, and while there was the very sever warning to us that we were expected to behave at all times and never do any thing to embarrass Dad, we were still allowed to be kids, make our own choices, and make our own mistakes!
It was a fun childhood despite growing up in the shadow of such a fearsome man, but Dad was never like the horror stories you some times hear about!
Dad was there in his dress whites when I graduated boot camp, he was there when I graduated my training school and got my first duty assignment, and dad was there when I retired from the service, always proud and always appreciative and with that knowing glint in his eyes that only those who have served will know!
I have always been very proud of my Dad and what he did, the extraordinary power he held for so long and that he did so with absolute dedication and commitment to his deadly craft, and never once put a foot wrong, and that he was also a good father who did every thing he could to raise his sons right with out being Captain at home!
Today, My Father is facing the most difficult assignment of his life, to care for my Mom who is dying of cancer! He has been with her through thick and thin, through out all of their life's challenges, and while his duty kept him from home for months at a time all those years, he has never stopped loving her with every thing he has, and he has not left her side since the diagnosis came!

Your dad sounds like a BAMF

 

[Ura-Ki]

Your dad sounds like a BAMF

He most definitely is!

 

[Baseacegoku]

My father served with the United States Marine Corps during the beginning years of the Vietnam conflict. He has a number of stories that he has shared over the years and I have been lucky enough to hear many of them numerous times. Enough times that I might even be able to recall them well enough to share with you guys. Now keep in mind, I never served and I will never claim to have served. Closest I got was doing some ROTC in college. So while I get most of the lingo I don't get it all.

One of my fathers favorite stories to tell to other Marines is about how he, as a younger man with no college degree, was able to become an Marine and an officer without ever having to go to boot camp or OCS. You see in the early years of the Vietnam war the United States was hurting for pilots. So the Navy and Marines set up a program that would hasten the training of new pilots. The program was called NAVCAD for the Navy and MARCAD for the Marines. What this program did was take young men with at least 2 years of college but who didnt have a college degree and give them a short "bootcamp" on how to be an officer in their respective branch then funnel them right into flight training. Once they completed flight training they were commissioned as 2nd Lieutenants and sent on to a squadron.

My pops spent time in 2 or 3 squadrons. The ones that he has memory of were HMM-361 (which became HMH-361 later) and HMM-163. HMM-163, is where he spent the majority of his service years and where the majority of his stories "in country" take place. Side note, HMM-163 is officially known as the "Ridge Runners", but unofficially they are called the "Evil Eyes" because of the eyes that they paint on the noses of all aircraft in the squadron. My father in his later years did a history on where those eyes originated and if I can I will get his powerpoint presentation on it for anyone who might want to know the true history of the eyes.

Anyway back to story time. I am going to copy and paste this one from an email he sent me not to long ago.

The A-Shau Mission

 

[Baseacegoku]

THE A-SHAU MISSION


They say memory is the second thing to go with age. I remember the mission well (and the aftermath), but at my age, I don't know how accurate the memory is.
We had been listening to increasingly disparate radio calls from the Ashau Special Forces camp, asking for help, for a few days prior to the March 11, 1966 "Ashau" mission. The Special Forces camp, on the Laotian border, was manned by a reinforced SF detachment, an Arvin unit, and a detachment of "Nungs". They had been surrounded by the NVA and VC forces. The North Vietnamese 235B Div HQ was reported to be operating in the valley.

The enemy had set an aircraft trap by humping 37MM anti-aircraft weapons to the top of the surrounding hills and mountains. So far, the bad guys had downed at least one Army UH-1E, an Air Force AC-47, an Air Force A-1 Skyraider and a Marine A-4 Skyhawk. It seemed to us at Phu Bai, that the Army couldn't or wouldn't do anything further to bring troops in, or get these guys out. LtCol C. A. "Chuck" House finally gathered the squadron together in our mess hall, and explained the situation. House then stated that he was going to Ashau to take a look, and if any of us chose to follow him, that was OK by him. As far as I know, we Marines (HMM-163) had no orders to do anything to support the camp. Fifteen minutes later, there were no operable H-34s left on the ramp at Phu Bai.

Ashau was socked in with an overcast sitting on top of the mountains surrounding the valley. LtCol House had plotted all the known AA gun sites on his chart. (The day before, on March 10, A-1 Skyraider pilot, Air Force Major Bernie Fisher, landed on the shot up metal matting runway at Ashau to rescue his wingman who had bellied in his Spad, riddled with bullet holes by these same AA guns. He took off in a hail of enemy fire. Fisher won the CMH in doing so.) We approached the valley north of the camp by scud running up a mountain stream, crossing the tops with our rotors in the soup, then scud running down into the valley and under the overcast, which was about 200 feet above the terrain. We then turned left towards the camp about 15 miles south. Fortunately, the enemy AA guns were in the clouds above us.

Suddenly circling around us was a flight of Air Force A-1 Skyraiders loaded with napalm (forever changing this Marine pilot.s opinion of Air Force pilot's skill and courage). These guys had to punch through the solid overcast using just a Tacan fix, (radial & distance), hoping they'd break out below…awesome!

As we approached the camp, the good guys were coming out through the north barricade gate, while the enemy came in, through and over the SW wall. That's where the Skyraiders dropped their ordinance. We followed LtCol House's lead and landed just outside the camp in 15-foot high elephant grass. Some H-34s, mine included, were immediately overloaded with panicked Nungs and Arvin, while other H-34s had no one loading because they couldn't be seen down in the elephant grass. I remember seeing a Special Forces soldier putting Orientals aboard, but not jumping on himself.

About then, the lead H-34 (LtCol House's) kind of exploded and smoke poured out. My bird, BU143977, had way too much weight aboard to lift off, and it looked like mortars were .walking. into the landing zone. We had perhaps 25 soldiers in the cabin and three or four hanging on the struts. I started yelling to the crew below to get them off, shoot if necessary. We weren't going anywhere the way we were.

Finally, we managed to lift off, trailing barbed wire from the tail wheel, and rose into the soup above. Most other H-34s made it out individually, some full of bullet and shrapnel holes. VFR on top, as a flight of one, we headed back to Phu Bai. Mission time 2.4 hours, .9 IFR.

LtCol. House and his crew joined the Ashau refugees led by Special Forces Captain Sam Carter. House took command and led the Escape & Evasion column, choosing a route Carter didn't agree with. Later that night, Carter's route was heavily mortared, while the path House took brought them out safely. The next day, or maybe the following, House and his crew were picked up by one of our birds.

Aftermath:
The next day, the squadron (HMM-163) was given a stand down, to repair and recuperate. The only birds flying were the 2 med-evac standby ships. I was Section leader of the med-evac flight in BU 149318. I was to fly some photographers over the valley so they could take pictures, now that the weather had cleared. We flew over at 10,000′, or as high as I could get, and watched the AF bomb the anti-aircraft positions while the photographers took their photos.
As we landed back at Phu Bai, Major Wyman Blakeman, the Ops Officer, gave me the turn up sign. After refueling, I restarted and he told me on the radio, to go back to Ashau to try to rescue a Skyraider pilot who had been shot down by the 37MM AA gun he was working over. We flew back out at altitude, and contacted an O-1 Bird Dog pilot, who directed us to the downed pilot. I instructed my wingman to stay as high as he could, and to try to keep us in sight. My co-pilot, 1/lt Joe Weiss, and I then flew east, descended and approached the pick up point in defilade keeping hills between the AA gun and us. I did a hover check and found we could not hover at that weight and altitude. I instructed the AF pilot on his survival radio, to try to move downhill, while we flew off and burned up fuel. About 45 minutes of flying in full rich mixture, at a high power setting and throwing out the life raft, survival gear, toolbox and anything else not fastened down, did the job. We returned for the pick up, spotted his smoke flare, and came to a hover for an .out-of-ground-effect. hoist pick up. With Weiss on the throttle/collective, looking inside, me on the cyclic and rudders looking outside, and our wheels in the treetops, we made the pick up in the red paint on the 100. hoist cable. We got the guy (Major .Buzz. Blaylock, USAF) and scooted out of there with Blaylock hugging my feet from the cabin below. My wingman joined up, followed by the A-1 Skyraider wingman. I led the flight into a right echelon (2 H-34s and an A-1) left break over our camp at Phu Bai at 300′. The squadron, on stand down and alerted by Blakeman via the loudspeaker, welcomed us home. Nice to return the AF Ashau escort favor.

Later, all of us who flew the Ashau mission had to testify before a court of inquiry in Danang regarding shooting friendlys off our aircraft. I don't know if LtCol. House ever gave that order, but I certainly did…and so stated.

LtCol. House was awarded the Navy Cross and got a letter of reprimand at the same time for telling it all to the press. House was also made an honorary member of the Special Forces at a ceremony at our camp. Subsequently, Barry Sadler.s song .The Ballad of the Green Berets. was often sung in our squadron O Club (tent) during Happy Hour.

LtCol House Navy Cross Citation
House, Charles A.
Lieutenant Colonel, US Marine Corps
Med/ Helicopter Sqd. 163, Marine AG 16, 1st Air Wing
Date Of Action: March 9 – 10, 1966
Citation:

For extraordinary heroism as Commanding Officer, Marine Medium Helicopter Squadron ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-THREE, in action in the Republic of Vietnam on 9 and 10 March 1966. Colonel House's helicopter was disabled by intense enemy fire in the landing zone at As Hau, where the garrison had been under siege for several days. After ensuring that all personnel had abandoned the aircraft, Colonel House immediately rallied his crew members and joined a group of seventy exhausted survivors of the garrison. With inspiring leadership and dogged determination, he skillfully led the group into the jungle to escape capture. Chopping a trail through the dense underbrush, he moved into the hills which surrounded the outpost, cleverly maneuvering between hostile positions and successfully evading enemy search patrols. Although the group was subjected to harassing fire throughout the march, Colonel House managed to overcome the language barrier and instill in the Vietnamese a sense of confidence and encouragement which sustained them through the ordeal. With constant concern for the welfare of the survivors, many of whom were wounded, he halted the march several times to allow them to rest, stalwartly standing watch while others slept. When helicopters were sighted and signaled on the following afternoon, Colonel House's brilliant leadership motivated all who were able to help clear a position from which the rescue was subsequently effected. His valiant effort and determination throughout contributed in large measure to saving the members of his crew and many Special Forces and Vietnamese defenders from capture or death at the hands of the Viet Cong. By his intrepid fighting spirit, extraordinary ability as a leader, and unswerving dedication to duty, Colonel House upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and the United States Naval Service.

The U.S. Army Side 0f The Story
Vic Underwood.s account of action during A-503.s battle for Camp Ashau, 7-11 March 1966.
A-503 personnel
SFC Victor Underwood
SFC Raymond Allen
SSG Billy Hall
SGT John Bradford
SGT Minter Hoover
SGT Jimmy Taylor

SF personnel A-102, Camp A Shau CPT Tennis (Sam) Carter
CPT Blair
LT Mari
MSG Gibson
SFC Adkins
SFC Carnahan
SGT McCann
SP Stahl
SP Pointon
SP Murray
SP Robins
The 1st Mike Force Co.- 140 Nungs

The Mike Force (A-503) left Nha Trang on the morning of 7 March by C-130 arriving in Da Nang at noon. Carter and I were briefed by the C Team intel and were told there was a possible NVA battalion in the area of Camp Ashau.

We left from Da Nang in six C-123.s arriving at Camp Ashau at 1600 hours on 7 March. We moved in and started building defensive positions and mortar pits for the Nungs.

On the morning of 8 March, Carter sent a short patrol out to the west of camp. The patrols were platoon-size with two Americans with each platoon. They returned without making contact. While they were out, Adkins gave Carter and me a complete intel briefing on the camp and surrounding area. According to intel reports the 325B North Vietnamese Division headquarters was located about 15 kilometers to the north. That day the Nungs finished their positions. After dinner a poker game was started in the American team house so Hall, Allen and I went to bed early in the dispensary.

At about 0350 the morning of the 9th we heard the V.C. mortars fire from south of camp. Bradford and Allen were first out of the dispensary. Taylor Hoover, Hall and I started out after them but had to take cover from a heavy barrage of rocket and 82mm-mortar fire. Most of the rounds were landing on and around the American team house and commo bunker. When this barrage slackened off, I started to run toward the Nung positions.

When I got just past the commo bunker I found Gibson lying in the middle of the road which runs the length of camp. He had a bad wound in the back of his head; I thought sure he was dead but when I moved him, he groaned. I picked him up and started dragging him to a Nung trench when another round came in wounding Gibson again and knocking me down. After I got my wind back I picked Gibson up and got him into the trench.

When I got there I found Bradford and Allen in the trench, both wounded. Allen was hit in the head and chest, Bradford in the leg, butt and hand. After making Allen as comfortable as possible, I helped Bradford to the relative safety of the commo bunker where I left him with Hoover. I went to look for our medic, Billy Hall, to go to the trench to help Allen and Gibson, then I went to the commo bunker to check on Bradford. While I was there another heavy barrage came in. I went back to the trench and found Allen dead; Hall had one leg gone and the other mangled; and Hall.s interpreter was dead. I put tourniquets on Hall.s legs then went to look for Adkins and found him in the 81mm mortar pit. We went back to the trench together to take care of Hall and Gibson. While Adkins gave Hall a shot of morphine, I tried to find bleeders inside his legs and clamp them. Adkins put a blood expander IV into Hall.s arm but we couldn.t completely the bleeding. While Adkins worked on Hall I went back to the dispensary to find a stretcher and a Nung to help me. We moved Gibson and Hall to the dispensary.

After turning them over to Carnahan and Stahl, Adkins and I went to check the camp defenses. I told the Nung mortar crews to keep firing illumination until daylight. We then found the Nung C.O. and Taylor. After telling them what had happened to Allen and Bradford, I informed Taylor he was in charge of the Nung Company.

After leaving them, Adkins and I separated; he went to check the rest of the camp and I went to look for Carter. I found him by the U.S. 81mm mortar pit. He told me he had been sleeping in the supply room adjacent to the U.S. team house when the attack started and that one of the first rounds had collapsed the supply room on top of him. He had just now dug himself out. I informed him of what had happened and he went to check on Hall while I went to find Taylor and tell him to have the Nungs improve their positions.

Hall died at about 0900. Hoover and McCann were in the commo bunker trying to get med-evacs but the weather was bad.a low ceiling. Two finally tried to make it in; one was shot and crash-landed inside the camp the other left. After several radio messages we finally got an L-19 on the airstrip to pick up Gibson who was the most critically wounded. We moved his and Allen.s bodies down next to the airstrip. Carter and Adkins stuffed Gibson in the back behind the pilot. Later a CH -47 came in and pickup all the wounded.

When Carter and Adkins were loading Gibson, an unusually heavy volume of fire started coming from the southeast corner of the camp. Taylor, Stahl and I ran to that area and found that the Vietnamese company in that position was firing on the airplane. While we were trying to stop the firing, a couple of the Vietnamese were killed. When this happened, the firing stopped. After that, Taylor and I placed the Nung recon platoon in positions to watch the Vietnamese in that corner of the camp.

From then until later in the evening, things were fairly quiet. That evening an AC-47 came in to strafe around the camp and was shot down about four kilometers north of camp. That night we all stayed in our fighting positions.

Sometime after 0300 on the 10th the V.C. opened up with everything they had. They attacked the south wall in wave after wave. When one wave was shot down, another would come. They finally breached the southeast portion of the wall. Because the Vietnamese company responsible for that section was mostly V.C. and turned and tried to attack back into the camp. The Nung recon platoon killed most all of them.

During the early morning Stahl, and McCann were killed and Taylor was seriously wounded. At about 0700 the V.C. occupied the south wall. At one time Carnahan, Carter and I, using an M-79 and M-16s, killed a tremendous number of V.C. as they didn.t seem to know what to do when they got inside the camp. They would stand up to look around, making good targets.

Later that day we were talking about a counter attack, which the Nungs C.O. did, retaking the eastern portion of the camp. In order not to leave the Nung.s flank open, we tried to get the Vietnamese to counter attack and retake part of the south wall. They didn.t think much of the idea; in fact, it scared the hell out of them. Carnahan and I decided we would try to lead them. We armed ourselves with handgrenades and our M-16s. We started across the camp towards the south wall throwing handgrenades at any V.C. we could see. We were about halfway across the camp, even with the commo bunker. We took cover behind a Conex container; Carnahan covering one side and I the other. V.C. threw a handgrenade, wounding us both. I jumped around Carnahan and saw the V.C. who threw the grenade running back toward the south wall. I hit him in the back with our last grenade and blew him all to pieces. We then pulled back to the north wall and Carnahan took care of our wounds which were all in our legs.he had a broken leg.

I went to look for Carter who had attempted another counter attack and was pinned down by one or more snipers on the south wall. I found a Vietnamese 60mm mortar with the crew all dead so I started lobbing rounds into the south wall where the sniper fire was coming from. The firing stopped and Carter was able to withdraw to the north wall. The next hours were rather slow.

In the afternoon of the 10th the overcast lifted a little to let the jets and A1Es come in. They started dropping bombs and napalm and firing rockets south and east of camp. Blair brought the A1Es in to bomb the south wall which was approximately 75-100 yards from the north wall where we were and it shook the hell out of us. During one of the strikes, a piece of shrapnel about 10 inches long landed between Carnahan and me. He hollered "Grenade!" I dove for cover, he grabbed it to throw it back outside the wall and burned the hell out of himself.

One of the A1Es crash-landed on the airstrip. Carter and Carnahan saw the pilot climb out and run to the berm east of the runway. I lead four Nungs to try and get him inside the camp but when we got through the main gate, we were pinned down. All four Nungs were killed and I was in a shallow hole and couldn.t move. Then another A1E came in with his wheels down. I thought "Oh bubblegum! Not another one." He landed and taxied to the end of the airstrip, turned around, pulled up by the downed pilot who jumped into the cockpit head first and they took off with a lot of V.C. shooting at them. While the V.C. were concentrating on the airplane I got up and ran back into camp. This act not only earned Major Bernie Fisher the first Air Force Medal of Honor but also saved my bubblegum.

At 1700 hours headquarters gave us the word to abandon the camp. We were to be picked up by Marine helicopters at approximately 1000 meters north of camp. Carter and Blair told me and Carnahan to go out first to organize and control a landing zone so we could get the wounded out on the helicopters first. When the Vietnamese saw us and the Nungs head for the landing zone they lost complete control and swarmed out of the camp in a mob, lead by the Vietnamese camp commander. They ran past us, separating Carnahan from me and the Nungs. I was wounded in the legs and couldn.t move very fast. I tried to shoot the Vietnamese camp commander but someone always kept getting in the way. When the helicopters (Marine CH-34.s) tried to land the Vietnamese swarmed on the first ones down. The others started circling looking for a clear place to land. Some landed away from the Vietnamese but were then were mobbed.

The first helicopter I got to was Lt. Colonel House.s, the Squadron Commander. There were from 20 to 30 Vietnamese trying to get in his helicopter. His crew chief and gunner were trying to beat them off so they could lift off. I was on the ground trying to calm them down but they wouldn.t listen and shoved me out of the way. Some of them were shot; the others backed away. The helicopter lifted off about 10 feet and the V.C. shot the tail rotor off so it crashed. Colonel House and his crew got off. Colonel House walked up to me and said, "I.ve got a map, have you got a compass?" He and his crew were separated from me by the confusion.

I had moved about 100 meters to the northwest looking for other Americans when Pointon hollered "Sgt. Underwood, get me out of here!" He was wounded through the chest and both upper arms. There were still gun ships flying around. I had a panel sewn in my hat. I flashed the panel at a gun ship; he dropped his ammunition pods and landed. I helped Pointon on board and he pulled his pistol and pointed it at me; I side-stepped and he shot Vietnamese off my back. The helicopter took off and left me standing there.

All of the remaining Americans (some got out on the Marine extraction), Nungs and Vietnamese got together about a mile north of camp to plan our E&E route. Adkins and Mari had carried Taylor out of camp. We went west toward Laos into the mountainsand stopped for about two hours to rest. When we started moving again Carter and Adkins and some Nungs, who had stayed at the rear of the column with Taylor, got separated from the main group. Taylor died while we were stopped. Carter and Adkins cached his body. Carter and Adkins and about four Nungs E&E.d together until they were picked up. Hoover and three or four Nungs got separated the first night but were able to rejoin the main body the next day about noon. We kept moving north and at about 1700 we were spotted by a Marine helicopter. He was able to hoist Colonel House and his crew aboard and an old Vietnamese lady and Blair ordered me to go aboard, too. We were flown to Phu Bai where Sgt. Perkins was waiting with 2nd Company. We flew back to Nha Trang that night. Hoover, Blair and Mari and their group were picked up the next morning. Carter and Adkins were picked up in the afternoon.

This is the action that I was involved in and is by no means all of the action that took place in the battle for Camp Ashau.

 

[chukar]

I'll add a few more stories for the file. USMC from '88-'94. Let's start with boot camp..

When we reached our actual training platoon after intake and gear issue week we were given the standard speech of "no beatings and no swearing". That went out the window about as soon as the officer left the deck. Physical contact wasn't an everyday occurence but did happen. Swearing was on the regular menu. Dad wasn't soft on me growing up so the yelling and swearing didn't really get to me that bad but did shake some folks up. It is hard not to have a very high pucker factor with three deranged folks shouting in your face. Most "corrections" were done with "incentive physical training" or as we called it being thrashed. Either the individual or platoon were taken to the quarterdeck and ran through series of exercises until enough sweat was produced to pay for our sins. Remarkably, there were several recruits who were never singled out for IPT. They were the ghosts, the grey men. Apparently the DI's kept track of this and the ghost recruits were singled out the last week of boot camp for individual attention.

The memory that stands out the most to this day is the story of a recruit I'll call Bustos.

Bustos was an unfortunate fellow. A little bit chubby, so that made him a diet private which restricted his rations and the DI's really worked hard to slim up the diet privates. He was a homely fellow. Unfortunate facial structure and a bad case of acne.

During the last week of boot camp we had visitors Sunday. Families could come and visit for a bit of the day and the recruits had free range of base. That meant phone calls and junk food was available. Before being released the DI's explained pretty rationally to take it easy on the junk food as our bodies had changed with the rations and food that we had been given the last three months. After the visiting hours were over we were herded into the squadbay and told to set up for indoor drill. This is where all the racks and most footlockers are moved to one side of the squadbay to allow enough room for the platoon to form for drill. No marching, just manual of arms. Windows were closed and it was pretty stuffy.

Somewhere around 15-20 minutes into it I can hear a bit of strange noise behind and to the left of me. Drill instructors begin to become incensed, bellowing at Bustos. And then it happened, the sound of a wet bucket of guts hitting the hard concrete floor. Apparently Bustos had not heeded advice and went of a full blown bulimic binge and had now puked the contents of his guts on the deck. Chaos ensued. DI's flocked to Bustos like buzzards on carrion. We were given orders for the platoon to go to the rainroom and dutifully we did. We could still hear the verbal terror raining down on Bustos.

And then it came, "Bustos! Pick up the solid pieces and put them in your pocket for evening chow!"

 

[Jasonanddeonna]

There I was on my forklift surrounded by cargo...

Needless to say, I lived.

Basically a warehouseman in fatigues, not very glamorous or heroic.

Your service is still greatly appreciated; thank you!

 

[Jasonanddeonna]

Now if you didn't see this security fence it was unbelievable.
All of 2 and 1/2 feet tall. Didn't come up to my waist.

I was looking for a phone or buzzer ... could we bring our civilian cars on base .

Fences work, so we've been told...

 

[Jasonanddeonna]

Am I allowed to post second hand stories that my father told me?

Absolutely! Any stories from family, friends, yourself, etc. are all welcome and appreciated!

 

[Baseacegoku]

Absolutely! Any stories from family, friends, yourself, etc. are all welcome and appreciated!

Well they are usually quite long so I will space em out for y'all. But I have at least 2 more of his to share.

 

[Jasonanddeonna]

Well, then it's on.......

We were visiting my grandpa. All of our "chores" were done and we were passing the time until "beer-thirty". Scrolling through the channels we come across "Saving Private Ryan". We ask, do you wanna watch this?

He says, "Whatever you want to watch is fine. I'm not too picky."

Well we are watching it and when it gets to the part in the movie where they are storming the beach at Normandy my grandpa turns around and says, "TURN THIS OFF!!!"

I was sitting next to him and mention "Are you ok?"

He says "TURN IT OFF NOW!"

Now, my grandpa has never raised his voice like that and this shocked all of us. So we turned the channel. I mention "supposedly they did a lot of research for the movie and it is supposed to be fairly accurate."

He says "These sons-a-bubblegumes don't know anything about that!"

I mention again that it was supposed to be fairly accurate. Then I had to say "How is it wrong?"

He said "I WAS ON THE SECOND WAVE! NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING UNLESS YOU WERE THERE! That is something that I never want to see again. Understood?"

He was visibly shaken and upset and we all saw it. We all went quiet for a long time.

Later that night my mom says to me "Even I didn't know that he was there."

After he passed away we got copies of his military records and medals. We had a nice wooden display case made that presents his medals, ribbons, etc. When we went to pick up the display case after having it made, the guy behind the counter says "Do you know what these medals and ribbons are for?"

We said "No. Do you?"

He proceeds to tell us about the various medals and ribbons. He then says "Your grandfather was a badass! He was in one of the elite groups of the day. It was a real honor making this case. I had not seen ribbons like that, for one person, in a long time. You should be proud of him."

We all thought the guy was BS'ing to make us feel good about what was charged for the display. Then we started to do a little research and found out a lot of stuff about him. Stuff my mom and uncle never knew. They say my grandpa would never talk about what he did or went during the war. He never said anything to them about it.

RIP grandpa!

I can only imagine how that movie scene impacted him; I know it did me when I saw it.

I have great respect for our veterans and especially those in WW2 who stopped evil from taking over the world. Both my grandfathers served; one who died before I was born. My other grandfather was very distant emotionally and although we know he cared for us, did not share much personally. Thus, I was never able to hear his stories or talk with him about it. I do know from spending a summer with him and my grandmother that he suffered from PTSD based on him talking, yelling, etc. in his sleep from nightmares; grandmother confirmed this. Sometimes while I (and grandma) were up late, he would get up after one of these episodes and sleep walk around their log home, do some strange things and then go back to bed. I can't imagine what he saw or went through.

RIP to your grandfather and mine.

 

[Jasonanddeonna]

Well because of the post above.
I will say this about @AndyinEverson .
And the stuff he told me and my sister and my aunt .
He always started the story .
I'm only telling you this story.
Because nobody dies.
It's just something that happened when I was in a war zone.
My advice is don't ask about the stuff they don't want to talk about.

Just listen and learn.
Thanks for your service guys.and girls.

Agreed!

 

[USMC-03]

Was stationed at Kadena AB (Okinawa, Japan) for a while.

Been there several times. I was in the FMF back in the early 90's and my battalion deployed to Okinawa on a regular unit rotation. At the time the NorKs were rattling the saber almost constantly and therefore alert drills were quite frequent.

On one occasion we grabbed our gear, drew weapons from the armory and loaded up into the 5-ton trucks. A few hours later, while clustered on the tarmac at Kadena, the C-130 crews come out; usual but no big deal. 30 minutes latter here come the pallets of rifle and machine gun ammunition; we perked up but still not that big of a deal.

Shortly thereafter the pallets of stuff that goes boom arrived - 40mm grenades, mortar rounds, etc. Pucker factor went from 2 to 8.5 instantly. Grunts are kept well away from explosives other than specifically scheduled ranges for obvious reasons...

An hour or so later the ordnance techs hauled all the ammo away and the alert ended. Long bubblegum ride back to home camp.

 

[Jasonanddeonna]

These stories have been my nightly reading for the last few nights; thank you all for sharing.

Although not quiet related or in the same vein of stories by any stretch, I came across this article today I found interesting given the topic:

'Wow, What Is That?' Navy Pilots Report Unexplained Flying Objects