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"I'm sure everyone remembers the onerous duty of "C-Day Officer" that usually went to the greenest new guy in the unit. I don't remember exactly when this was, but I guess around mid-1969. We were notified of C-Day - Currency conversion day - when all the scrip would be turned in and exchanged for new colors so that it wouldn't have any value on the black market. Our C-Day Officer dutifully collected everyone's scrip - with all our signatures and ID numbers on 10s and 20s - and recorded all the amounts on the forms and took it all over to Long Binh for exchange. When he got to the Payroll Office, it turned out there was a discrepancy in the numbers. Either he had more or less money than he had recorded. He was sent home to reconcile the numbers. The end result of this was that the unit - the Thunderbirds - didn't get their money back for almost two weeks. By the end of 3-4 days, cigarettes were the medium of exchange for almost anything else to be bartered and by the end of the week there wasn't a cigarette in the unit. And, needless to say, the Spartans, Top Tigers, and Playboys weren't sharing any! I went cold turkey and never started again." Thunderbird 3B 1968-1971 |
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"My name is Bill Fargo and I was a ground radio guy, A2C, assigned to Fac-Alo TACP with the 11th Armored Cav Regiment. We arrived in country on 9-9-66 by troopship with the 3rd Squadron, 11th Armored Cav and moved into the Cav staging area at Long Binh after getting our radio equipment off the docks in Saigon." " I and approximately 4 others in my TACP were sitting in a tent at the time playing cards. The flaps were up, so when the dump blew we got a close look at it. Some of us were knocked to the floor. I couldn't believe the concussion. All around us the Army troops were grabbing their gear and running to the perimeter. People were yelling "human wave, human wave!" To this day, I don't understand why they thought that but it scared the hell out of me." " I grabbed my gear, put on my flak vest and helmet and hauled-ass to the TOC (tac opns ctr) where I and one other airman worked the radio traffic. We were requested to call "Spooky" and did so. We kept waiting for the attack but the VC never came. There was a lot of nervous firing on the perimeter though. That's the night I call my "wake-up call." That's the night I started smoking too. I gave it up in '83, thank goodness." " For a new guy in-country, and an AF guy with no infantry training or working with the Army, I was pretty shook up. "Spooky" worked the perimeter over in real good fashion. Some guys said that "stuff" was falling all over the place after the explosion, but I don't remember it. Some said it was VC mortars and others said it was sappers. Either way, I knew I was in for an uncomfortable year!" "That's a great picture of the explosion. It's the first photo I've seen of it. So, almost 35 years later, I see a photo of that night and I realize the VC were serious about their business." TAC, TACP 11th Armored |
"I remember that night me and Pete Eilersen were on the base at Bien Hoa, we had been at the EM club and were staggering back to our hut. We were by the building where there was a movie showing and we looked up and saw a huge fireball rising in the night sky and the sound and the concussion of that explosion hit .very powerful, all the guys came running out of the movie building but by that time the fireball was gone so everybody goes back in and here comes another one, fireball first, sound and concussion second. We headed for the flight line to our shop, we were AGE guys, we got some transportation and headed for the end of the runway toward Long Binh but were turned back because shrapnel and various explosive ammo was reaching and falling on that part of the base. I never did hear about any deaths at the dump that night but there must have been with that size of explosions." |