That was a long time ago... It's kinda wierd sometimes tho. I can't remember what i had last night for dinner.. or what exactly i did last week at work. But I do remember Vietnam.. sometimes, i can even smell it.
I served with the 9th Infantry, mostly in the delta, with E Co, 709th Maint Bn (service and evac) in support of the 56th Bn, 77th Artilery at Can Tho. I DEROSed in March of 69.
My MOS was 62M20; RT Loader and forklift operator. I was initaily assigned as the HQ company's mail clerk, got lucky again and was xfered outta the brass's hair and went to S&E (Co E) my third month.
An unremarkable tour.. as I said, I was quite lucky; 2 companys of the battalion were with the Riverine units... that duty truly sucked. For us in Service and Evac the war amounted to a salvage operation and critical parts supply system. All the senior guys in a Maint Bn are pro's.. specilaists working with Warrant Officers following log book proceedures on equipment or weapons in place. Dull stuff, mostly. We had some moments tho.. life could get exciting on occasion.
I think I heard somewhere that 3.5 million GI's cycled thru Vietnam over 10 years or so, so there's more than a few of us left. Most of us did unremarkable things, saw damned little if any action and just did what we trained to do. For every 1 grunt pounding the bush, there were 7 of us REMF's around to keep him alive; supplied, commed, and fed.
And, like I said.. it was a long time ago; and in a land far; far away. It was worse than college, better than home. Part of growing up I guess.