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Three memories stick in my mind. You have to understand in 68 was no doubt in anyone's mind of our future. While we paid close attention to what was being taught, there was also an attitude that within a year, most of us were going to be crawling around in I Corps.
Land navigation at the time was a lensatic compass and a topo map. We had to complete several problems independently during "off time". Unfortunately, I and several of my friends were more interested in D.C. or Mary Washington liberty and tended to procrastinate accomplishing our homework. I did my last two navs at 0400 on Monday mornings with a flashlight after some hard partying, finishing just in time to make morning formation. Not pleasant.
We had Vietnamese officers training with us at the time. On one practice patrol, we had to wade through a stream that was about five foot deep with a full field kit. No problem for a six footer like myself, but our Vietnamese lieutenant was close to four foot. He started into the stream and promptly disappeared. Next thing we knew, the instructor had us all probing the stream with branches torn from the surrounding trees to try to locate him. One of us finally hit him with the branch, he grabbed on and we pulled him to the surface.
Toward the end of the course, we had a formal function in our whites. Function ended early and a few of us decided to hit the club at Andrews AFB. We walked into the club and the AF Officers all started some ribbing about the Good Humor men arriving. One of our group was an attorney who was one of the most good natured and friendly men I've ever met, but somehow the ribbing hit him wrong and the next thing we saw was him jumping across a table to correct an Air Force Officer's attitude. Fortunately, we were able to clear the other AF Officers off of our friend and make a hasty retreat out the back door as the Air Police were called.
Despite our hi jinks, our class was heavily represented in Tet 68, Hue, Khe San and the Hill battles and ended up being one of the most highly decorated TBS classes on record.
Land navigation at the time was a lensatic compass and a topo map. We had to complete several problems independently during "off time". Unfortunately, I and several of my friends were more interested in D.C. or Mary Washington liberty and tended to procrastinate accomplishing our homework. I did my last two navs at 0400 on Monday mornings with a flashlight after some hard partying, finishing just in time to make morning formation. Not pleasant.
We had Vietnamese officers training with us at the time. On one practice patrol, we had to wade through a stream that was about five foot deep with a full field kit. No problem for a six footer like myself, but our Vietnamese lieutenant was close to four foot. He started into the stream and promptly disappeared. Next thing we knew, the instructor had us all probing the stream with branches torn from the surrounding trees to try to locate him. One of us finally hit him with the branch, he grabbed on and we pulled him to the surface.
Toward the end of the course, we had a formal function in our whites. Function ended early and a few of us decided to hit the club at Andrews AFB. We walked into the club and the AF Officers all started some ribbing about the Good Humor men arriving. One of our group was an attorney who was one of the most good natured and friendly men I've ever met, but somehow the ribbing hit him wrong and the next thing we saw was him jumping across a table to correct an Air Force Officer's attitude. Fortunately, we were able to clear the other AF Officers off of our friend and make a hasty retreat out the back door as the Air Police were called.
Despite our hi jinks, our class was heavily represented in Tet 68, Hue, Khe San and the Hill battles and ended up being one of the most highly decorated TBS classes on record.
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