Groundpounders from my company spent five days patrolling the toolies to every two days at either landing zones Betty or Virginia. Here's my patrolling platoon coming back home to LZ Betty through the concertina wire.
My camera was more accessible in the "comforts" LZ Betty provided ... so welcome to the block party ... my home VietNam.
By the way, that's me on the right
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My tribute again
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Thien's (pronounced Ten) father had a refreshment stand smack dab up against the concertina barbed wire around LZ Betty, down by the beach ... but soldiers manged to get in somehow to see Thien's lovely smile ... and of course the cokes were cold.
A chinook helicopter supplys bladders containing the camps water.
A view out the side door of a Huey ... look like fun? Lots of fresh Vietnamese air...
A combat greenie just landed in An Khe, the headquarters of the First Air Cavalry Division ... posing with our mascot monkeys. I'm the one in the middle, case you can't tell...(((smile))) But then again, who really knows who's the real monkey?
(above) An appreciated care package for me from "The World" at LZ Betty (your Left). And on the right I'm standing (?) two-man guard with Ortel (below) on the guard tower...
My buddy Ortel and I (I'm above) at the LZ Betty guard tower with a 50 caliber machine gun ... watching as VC prisoners fill (?) sandbags.
How about a friendly game of poker, with M-16 bullets for chips? Gives new meaning to the phrase, "I fold."
I still remember dust clouds and dirt clods beat up by the helicopters ... and speaking of helicopters ... they were the IRON horses the 1st calvalry rode into battle....
