tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37568105800321738312024-03-05T06:38:58.375-08:00Al Dennis Viet Nam- blogAl Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-68860783913582590992023-11-11T06:44:00.001-08:002023-11-11T06:44:58.887-08:00<p> <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px;">Veteran’s Day reminincing, Nov 11 2023</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I had my 21st birthday in Viet Nam. Young and dumb with a taste for adventure. </p>
<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Ran into an OCS classmate of mine that was sporting a whole chest full of medals that he earned while being an aerial artillery forward observer. We talked about his job and I was hooked. I wanted more excitement and a chest full of my own medals.</p>
<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Went down to the HQ and volunteered. “Well, wait a minute there lieutenant, How much do you weigh?” </p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">“Nope. You’re too heavy to take up in our little planes. You can’t weigh more than 200 if you want to fly with us.”</p>
<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I tried and tried to lose that 10 lbs, but just couldn’t do it. I never got to be an aerial observer. </p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In the ensuing years I have remembered that episode and have cracked that my weight problem is what kept me alive. So screw you, doctors. This chubbiness is actually lifesaving for me!</p>Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-17385077939830030282020-11-11T13:41:00.002-08:002020-11-11T13:41:34.270-08:00<p> Lightening</p><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">On the occasion of Veteran’s day I present another rip roaring yarn of daring-do along the Vietnamese DMZ in 1968.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">The photo shows the tent where I spent the night, played cards, waited out monsoons, listened to the Fifth Dimension, or fantasized about the models in the Sears catalog. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">Notice the outhouse in the background and the volley ball net to the left. This is the scene of our action.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">As one is sometimes want, I entered the outhouse with one thing on my mind. As I was peacefully enthroned, minding my own business, a loud ear splitting CRACK! rang out.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">Incoming! I screamed to myself as I did the pants-around-the- ankles Penguin walk to dive into the ditch placed handily nearby for just such an occasion. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">“Hmmm, OK, I’m not hit but wait a minute – that was sure loud . I’ve been shelled several times and that didn’t really sound like a rocket or artillery explosion. What the hell was it?” I slowly stood up to survey my surroundings and red dirt clods started falling from the sky. Oops! Back into the ditch!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">I heard raucous hollering and saw men standing outside their hootches pointing to my right. I followed their gaze and saw the volley ball net’s post had been shattered into toothpicks. Same thing happened to a tree in my Gramma’s yard so I readily figured out what had happened.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">A lightening strike was the cause of my discomfiture. Hey, I was alive , right? I even had to join in the laughing..<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">Writing this reminded me of another lightening story.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">I was notified that one of my men was being choppered to the base “hospital” after suffering a lightening strike while standing next to a Duster. The antenna had attracted the attention of a lonely lightening bolt and whammo! My man went down.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">I remember being scared to death they were bringing a dead body. I was impressed at how quickly the stretcher bearers got him from the chopper and on to the emergency gurney. The staff had his clothes cut of in just seconds. He was breathing but not fully awake. With the quick look I was allowed I saw no burns on his body but noticed the strangest thing. His pubic hair was burned. How interesting.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">I had never seen such a thing, and after 24 years working as an RN in Critical Care and sometime in the ER, I’ve never seen it since. As I recall he returned to duty none the worse for wear.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;">Note to self find pix</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p>Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-7330467830970991122018-10-03T05:29:00.000-07:002018-10-27T22:20:50.319-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Nineteen year old Clarence had arrived in Saigon just a few days ago. He kept getting orders to fly further north and when he got there he got orders to catch a hop even further north. Pretty soon he was almost out of “north” to go to. At his final destination he got off a truck and found he was assigned to my platoon at Camp Carrol, about seven miles south of the DMZ.</div>
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I’ll never forget our meeting. He was a slightly built, small kid, with soft hands and a wimpy handshake. He spoke slightly haltingly, as if trying to catch his breath while his eyes furtively darted around in wonder and apprehension. He was as nervous as a cat in the dog pound. He was scared shitless. He had a narrow, smooth, face that had maybe five whiskers, a high forehead that was prematurely balding, and wore black rimmed glasses. It immediately struck me that this guy was the human incarnation of Tweety Bird. When I found that he was studying to be a librarian that just sealed the deal for me. It all just came together. Tweety was born in my mind. I never called him that out loud, of course, but he was very definitely Tweety to me.</div>
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A couple of months later I was making the rounds, inspecting our gun positions and I noticed Tweety had a swollen jaw.</div>
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“What’s that knot and swelling on your face, Clarence?”</div>
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“What happened to you? Is that from a scorpion bite or what ?”</div>
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“OK. Clarence, get over to sick bay and have your face looked at.”</div>
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“Clarence fell asleep on guard duty last night. His squad leader caught him and woke him up by smacking him across the face with a combat boot!”</div>
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So on this particular day we were providing security for the minesweeping team. KABOOM! KABOOM! Mortars were landing around us. I couldn’t spot any smoke in the jungled hillsides, but the Marines told me where they thought the mortars were. I was standing in the hatch right next to Tweety who was in the gunners seat getting ready to engage in his first combat. I was yelling in his ear where to aim the 40 mm cannons and he complied flawlessly just like we had practiced it. No more scared shitless. Just fierce determination and efficiency. He was a rootin’ tootin’ gun slingin' sum'bitch getting on with his business. </div>
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When it came time for me to leave and go “back to the world” he made sure to find me and shook my had with a firm grip, looked me straight in the eye and wished me a safe trip home. That knot on Tweety’s face never did fully resolve, and it added to his new “look.” Tweety’s metamorphosis was one of the more amazing things I’ve seen in this world. I couldn’t help but wonder if his family would even recognize the new Clarence.</div>
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Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-8402751951389664182018-10-03T05:28:00.000-07:002018-10-31T21:22:49.832-07:00on the way to Dong Ha<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As happened every morning the mine sweep teams had cleared the road from Camp Carrol to Dong Ha. There was no need for armed escorts for the rest of the day. </div>
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Bull dozers had cleared all the jungle from both sides of the road up to about 75 -100 yards. This left a lot of roots and branches on the ground that the local women picked up every day so they could use it for firewood, I was proceeding down the road in one of two M42 Dusters. We were the only vehicles in sight.</div>
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On this day tho, there are no women, but I saw a group of about 12-20 military aged men scattered out in a ragged formation walking along the road and in the cleared areas. Dressed in typical shirts, shorts, and sandals, they are calmly walking along, not picking up firewood despite having large collapsible reed baskets that could be used for firewood. The baskets look sort of like a large folded taco shell carried loosely under an arm or held by the handle. I made eye contact with a couple of them as they calmly walked on. </div>
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“Hmmm” I thought. “Military aged men, scattered out w plenty of space between them, in a place I’ve never seen men before, no women or kids in sight, baskets that are plenty big enough to conceal AK 47’s or grenades. WTF is this? A squad of VC? An innocent men’s club walk in the countryside?” </div>
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We had no infantry with us and our cannons were designed to shoot at airplanes so would not depress down low enough to engage close in enemy infantry. Nobody said anything over the roar of our engines but we all recognized the unusual circumstances. I made sure my .45 was handy and noticed the machine gunner’s nod indicating he was “on it”.</div>
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Two or three months into my Viet Nam tour the intelligence people were predicting another all out offensive similar to the Tet offensive. I got ordered to take two dusters (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M42_Duster" style="color: purple;">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M42_Duster</a>) down the road leading to Khe Sahn and help some Marines guard a bridge. I was apprehensive to say the least. </div>
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Dusters were designed to be antiaircraft weapons. The gunners were in a steel turret standing up to load the guns. At first blush they look somewhat like a tank but if you look closely you’ll see no completely protective armor. We were good for shooting at targets up in the hills, but the guns wouldn’t depress much lower than level to the ground so you’d shoot over the head of troops sneaking up on you. They were used in the Korean war and were pretty much obsolete by 1968. Parts were hard to find and at one time fully 50% of our vehicles would not run so they were parked in bunkers used as perimeter security. Being asked to go to war with shit equipment is one of the reasons I came to oppose the war. But I digress. On to the bridge story.</div>
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I joined up with the marine squad leader who was in charge of the infantry group at the bridge. We exchanged radio call signs, verified call signs for artillery support, discussed possible scenarios etc. while having our chat I noticed he was unscrewing the detonator on a hand grenade! Jesus, what kind of jarhead nonsense is this? He then put a match to the explosives inside the grenade and used the fire to warm his C-rations. You learn something new everyday.</div>
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We settled in for the night not knowing if we’d see the dawn or not. The marines were used to this scenario, but us army “doggies”, as they called us, were not. We spent our nights at Camp Carrol, snug in our mosquito screened beds. (See photo)Darkness descended like a cloud of black ink. Looking for attackers was like looking for a black cat in a coal mine one hundred feet underground at midnite. I didn’t dare turn on a flashlight because that would be the best thing for a sniper to aim at. I fleetingly considered the possibility of having the artillery support shoot up a flare so we could see. Those things do an amazing job of lighting up a battlefield, but then I reasoned if I cant see, neither can the enemy. Your ears get very sensitive in a situation like this, but I heard nothing, then I saw a North Vietnamese soldier! No, wait he’s gone. WTF, I can’t see my hand in front of my face, how can I see soldiers 40 yards away? There’s another one! Hmm. No, wait. Am I imagining things? Yes, you scaredy cat dumbass, you are imagining things. Whew! My pucker factor was in the red zone all night. We finally made it to sunup and there had been no attack. Big sigh,</div>
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Then a shout rang out. Lieutenant! Come over here and look at this! Right next to a sandbagged barrier, manned all night by some infantry, were huge tiger tracks! The tracks went all the way across the bridge past the sandbagged barrier on the other side. Nobody saw or heard a thing. Whoa dude! Spooky.</div>
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I guess we were lucky. By dint of being the ranking army officer at Camp Carrol, I got invited to dine with the Marine officers that were hosting a visiting Marine general. At that dinner they recounted a story from the night before. The Marines had set up an ambush that netted no enemy. At daylight they were leaving but one guy was missing. They went looking for him and found his eviscerated body surrounded by tiger tracks. Nobody heard a thing. A couple of weeks later a tiger was shot and loaded in a utility trailer behind a jeep. I saw the photos, and that monster completely filled the trailer w paws hanging over the side rails. War is hell, but you don’t think it will be like this.<br /></div>
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Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-20354695975409142812018-10-03T05:20:00.001-07:002018-10-03T05:20:11.278-07:00Guy in creek<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The PBS special has gotten me to thinking a lot about Vietnam. I wrote a blog, but there are a lot of interesting stories that are not in there, so as things pop into my head I’ll write ‘em up and hopefully you won’t be too bored. </div>
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War stories tend to be full of daring-do and explosions, and heroism and all that, but truthfully I did not have the full on John Wayne experience. I was shot at, and shot back, but it was over rather quickly. I called a fire mission or two on suspected enemy locations or weapons stashes, but never called in “danger close” air support or artillery. I only saw one guy that I shot at and he was200 yards away running down a creek bed after he had probably been planting mines in hiway 9.</div>
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We were finished with our minesweeping chores and were heading for the barn when a marine spotted this guy in the creek. He tried to tell me where the guy was hiding but I couldn’t see. </div>
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BANG! The bullet threw up a splash and the VC took off running down the creek bank. The marines unloaded with their rifles, I unloaded with 40 mm cannons and as luck would have it a helicopter happened to be flying over so he joined in with his rockets. Quite an exciting and noisy show. for one poor man running for his life.</div>
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After several months of dodging mines, mortars, and booby traps, ducking sniper bullets, insisting enlisted men would not salute me so snipers wouldn’t know I was an officer, hiding in bunkers under rocket attacks, and constant worry about the next attack we FINALLY found an enemy to take action against. We could DO something!</div>
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It was exhilarating! As we pulled into our home area I was hooting, hollering and waving my arms like we had just won the state wrestling championship.</div>
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But the next part really sticks with me. One of the men in the motor pool was watching me carry on like a high school cheerleader because I had just tried to kill somebody and he looked appalled. He was embarrassed for me. He was embarrassed for himself. He was a bit sickened by the whole thing. I came down off my high and gave the whole thing some sober thought. In those next few minutes my 21 year old self became incrementally more wise and mature. </div>
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Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-39805279471593928732010-08-06T08:13:00.001-07:002010-08-06T08:13:28.025-07:00My Review of Kelty Triptease Guyline<div class="hreview"><div class="item"><p><a href="http://www.rei.com/product/617569">Originally submitted at REI</a></p><div><img src="http://images.powerreviews.com/images_products/03/45/572241_100.jpg" class="photo" align="left" style="margin: 0 0.5em 0 0"><p style="margin-top:0">Highly reflective 3M Scotchlite™ yarn glows when hit with light--no more tripping over your tent guylines at night!</p></div><a href="http://www.rei.com/product/617569" style="display: none;" class="url fn"><span class="fn">Kelty Triptease Guyline</span></a></div><br clear="left"><p><strong class="summary">Better than duct tape.</strong></p><div>By <strong>aladennis</strong> from <strong>Mt Vernon, WA</strong> on <strong><abbr title="201086T1200-0800" class="dtreviewed" style="border: none; text-decoration: none;">8/6/2010</abbr></strong></div><p><div style="margin: 0.5em 0; height: 15px; width: 83px; background-image: url(http://images.powerreviews.com/images/stars_small.gif); background-position: 0px -180px;" class="prStars prStarsSmall"> </div></p><div style="display: none"><span class="rating">5</span>out of 5</div><p><strong>Gift: </strong>No</p><p><strong>Describe Yourself: </strong>Avid Adventurer</p><p><strong>What Is Your Gear Style: </strong>Minimalist</p><p style="margin-top:1em" class="description">Weighs a whopping one oz per 50 feet. Cut it into 5 pc of ten feet. Melt the ends and coil individually. Carry these in your backpack on your 'round the world trip. Multiple uses: variable length clothesline, secure hotel door that has no lock, hoist bags off the floor, lash broken equipment, attach muddy/wet gear to outside of backpack. Etc. etc extremely handy stuff!</p><p style="margin-top:0.5em">(<a href="http://www.powerreviews.com/legal/terms_of_use.html" rel="license">legalese</a>)</p></div>Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-22826245758584597162009-11-26T08:04:00.000-08:002009-11-26T08:16:38.655-08:00Before going to Sapa we took a 2 nite, 3 day tour of Halong Bay. It was very hard to figure out what was going to be the best deal. There are literally 100's of boats to go on. Every booking agent shows you the same boats in their pix and all charge a different amount. The whole enterprise is very incestuous. We changed boats and had people getting on and off our boat for different legs of the tour. Depending on how much you pay, the quality of the on-shore lodging varies and the quality of the boat food varies. We talked to some people who paid $70 and weren't real thrilled. After LOTS of looking and talking we paid $90 each for the tour. At Vietnamese prices it seemed steep, but really for $30 a day we got transported to and from Hanoi, meals and lodging.Not a bad deal really. In the end we were glad to have spent the money. Food was really good and the beds were clean and dry. I was surprised that at sea level in the tropics we had to wear jackets to stay comfy in the wind and rain. Being from Puget Sound in Washington state USA it felt very familiar. It is really a beautiful sight. Don't miss it and don't go cheap unless you just have too. We were there the end of Feb, 2009Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-1922431670026191822009-11-26T08:02:00.000-08:002009-11-26T08:03:09.846-08:00MORE PIX OF HALONG BAYCopy and paste this into your address bar for more pix of Halong Bay.<br /><br />http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=aladennis&target=ALBUM&id=5408435723526736577&authkey=Gv1sRgCKrtrvCKo5KYuAE&feat=emailAl Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-34482084875024232342009-11-26T08:00:00.000-08:002009-11-26T08:01:23.600-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eF7_NoE5Sc4aZVTlCA2hY3Kps1wc9o3j8k8DhNJRYqJIx9LQ6OV2RrLVpDeDWx39-tulFZRoRIQd4P0-zS0DWguxxqtyflN5Zbl9NIqgE8c4jxXXjUSuAuP8WWXXKtlYT5qcOTn5l6Wl/s1600/IMGP1174.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0hj5LaU-_5LT-0i1hJCqgmimJtLwPW3RV8U1CZubqkj9gf_eyzrfrS7ar7IqanT7Lst3NamkRBuqyjF18PTJAV0UXOL9eD60P6hj4NepnH-AXP-SX3XPdx4D8FKTJVvpYyalu_34Hadd/s400/IMG_5035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408443041258792802" /></a>Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-74931727906528617682009-11-26T07:55:00.000-08:002009-11-26T08:00:23.882-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnxmOeZXXEPc_AE7Jg8igPODVLfvWXtOnghHizCgbNAooEv2hnx17V9WtbZjAOgPU7TCcgVm73-ZE71xvkc-wnnyKD4jv3PxFlXJNvrk0DbZt2XexgrGxTPb3Bc6e5j47udo0SUzCNQsN/s1600/IMG_4970+stroked.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWf3PzQ_zXDr4h3v1FywdpYo7ofizP8c0WztPYi5asGOLhyphenhyphen1kz06NbZEB6jow8jaP4abhf_zmHajqUh7mIWG_TXJhFg2GwlAOOCrWRgP6-9kPeh0_fX9_mhqaM0Cd8G1tvBrBuLxsOOFME/s400/IMG_4927.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408442767925767314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgAYvnwVRdCyqtvw3GYSoSLND-VVuHxRL5-LJIaIiTH_3fZG50IsQYSQcXxxunZvwlvZPMX-CAaaohbALyxSTsJk37fLXpQ1L-81-CaRRa2ziPLa-nEnoXZ6rLu1KsW4j93xnq6a9Ucx3/s1600/_MG_4870+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgAYvnwVRdCyqtvw3GYSoSLND-VVuHxRL5-LJIaIiTH_3fZG50IsQYSQcXxxunZvwlvZPMX-CAaaohbALyxSTsJk37fLXpQ1L-81-CaRRa2ziPLa-nEnoXZ6rLu1KsW4j93xnq6a9Ucx3/s400/_MG_4870+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408442757842193570" /></a>Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-55282502557804221442009-11-20T10:12:00.000-08:002009-11-20T10:13:50.324-08:00PHOTOS OF SAPATo see photos of Sapa cut and paste this address into your browser.<br /><br />http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=aladennis&target=ALBUM&id=5404941921247212897&authkey=Gv1sRgCJmRy83v5ZC9ywE&feat=emailAl Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-11309914143849509312009-11-20T09:57:00.000-08:002009-11-20T10:09:42.318-08:00In March 2009 we spent one day in Hanoi arranging a trip to Halong Bay and Sapa. We took the nite train to Sapa and stayed there for a few days. Sapa was a photographic gold mine. We loved it. Since it was our last stop before Hanoi I loaded up on souvenirs. Being willing to buy the local crafts earned us an honored position in the town for a few days. We were popular guys. The women hawkers can be very obnoxious and pushy. There were two, that were sales ladies to be sure , but were polite and pleasant and spoke enough English that they made good guides to the area. They escorted us to CatCat village one day and helped us negotiate a reasonable rate on the motorbike trip back up the hill. The next day they asked if we wanted to go to their village for lunch. We, of course said, "Yes" knowing that the "price" was going to buy some souvenirs. <br />Getting to know these folks, eating in their house, tramping thru their village, and taking photos was the top hilite of many on the trip.Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-37008638522161864002009-11-20T09:55:00.000-08:002009-11-20T09:56:04.360-08:00<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ML5ouTWULek8zFrgHZfJ0OP_nVPq1TWwB3AaCYJbC6BwhbMAUkCUw22M8sn-k9sarroXxEkKuOnJ3za0y3_klJyK3q_bxJDpXszaZfAPZXqXFg25BK0aAHjzawIjQwoTvr9-zNRnjWU_/s1600/mey+and+Zah.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ML5ouTWULek8zFrgHZfJ0OP_nVPq1TWwB3AaCYJbC6BwhbMAUkCUw22M8sn-k9sarroXxEkKuOnJ3za0y3_klJyK3q_bxJDpXszaZfAPZXqXFg25BK0aAHjzawIjQwoTvr9-zNRnjWU_/s400/mey+and+Zah.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3DsiQjGtUvmAmIe2Q0cPTIsLjr3wVwqZsFnlCIcju63YePHnZ8C2MzyHbGmSK9wpZBlyTlGWBUhxJ99SpOcKkDE7jwbn5-8WcCxGfdt-dJMpxSTV2LKEClNyDuUJyAeqCfH9frWoFX4Yb/s1600/IMG_5139.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3DsiQjGtUvmAmIe2Q0cPTIsLjr3wVwqZsFnlCIcju63YePHnZ8C2MzyHbGmSK9wpZBlyTlGWBUhxJ99SpOcKkDE7jwbn5-8WcCxGfdt-dJMpxSTV2LKEClNyDuUJyAeqCfH9frWoFX4Yb/s400/IMG_5139.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAtg77fGCtzgIrAhlBhVHSjMnbEf-BbZDnTMIOIfNiMRRxZmPl75u6HRTb2CTHFGja-QOLiYj5r3cTWYgpWeiJH7FB4wnJgGlMgjbvBH5w8SUakle-p2Qqlrh_Z3M2iabnZT99MRAbA0x/s1600/chicken+fence.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAtg77fGCtzgIrAhlBhVHSjMnbEf-BbZDnTMIOIfNiMRRxZmPl75u6HRTb2CTHFGja-QOLiYj5r3cTWYgpWeiJH7FB4wnJgGlMgjbvBH5w8SUakle-p2Qqlrh_Z3M2iabnZT99MRAbA0x/s400/chicken+fence.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-ck6fN1AxeTvYigCtRVbFRLzFFEKO201a9MkDQRxC6eDT2DAlUJzhOZ3FtfwskpDaOWPiABID7t8l9dgZUjuz9PzqOwbXtzbQj_-YvC7no82aQZiHLotTaZxBRzrZ5-GYMHOUtAfslAb/s1600/IMG_5296.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-ck6fN1AxeTvYigCtRVbFRLzFFEKO201a9MkDQRxC6eDT2DAlUJzhOZ3FtfwskpDaOWPiABID7t8l9dgZUjuz9PzqOwbXtzbQj_-YvC7no82aQZiHLotTaZxBRzrZ5-GYMHOUtAfslAb/s400/IMG_5296.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; 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As we looked out the window, Mike remarked, " We are in enemy territory now." I was thinking the same thing. Since crossing the DMZ area we were in what we knew in 1968 as "North Vietnam." All the people living here were dedicated to the proposition that "The only good American is a dead American." It was eerie to think about. Pleasantly, everyone we spoke to that found out we were Americans was very friendly. "Welcome to Viet Nam." "Can we take your picture?" It was a beautiful place to photograph.Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-64136206294097659942009-04-15T10:25:00.001-07:002009-05-15T09:07:34.386-07:00Mine Sweeping<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOiHQZJ8AKhCLCdXW7M2T2YwISczBdsIJHDAhUxGsj4CiXoaFAx-yWlby2c1Ri5RzefWXMPt_wejn1w_FG1rkmwU8AaJXwYZAzXdYYHbI1x8ztbi3mfegUrZOUgXupxHZGAxzbgfnZmta0/s1600-h/minesweep+team.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOiHQZJ8AKhCLCdXW7M2T2YwISczBdsIJHDAhUxGsj4CiXoaFAx-yWlby2c1Ri5RzefWXMPt_wejn1w_FG1rkmwU8AaJXwYZAzXdYYHbI1x8ztbi3mfegUrZOUgXupxHZGAxzbgfnZmta0/s400/minesweep+team.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324971067712338754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpK_BVsbxW4jQuXbuFveO9vGsrBLW6lYguDlTZvVSSu1cV5eOOPyfIYFamE4IJtQLxaZGZ6U0mh5WuMgO4jtxmsUdfIZ_fxHoHPcFOOd1cz0j0UlE1y2R8KWhoJMIKn7vIjAhfPn5euwox/s1600-h/Dup.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpK_BVsbxW4jQuXbuFveO9vGsrBLW6lYguDlTZvVSSu1cV5eOOPyfIYFamE4IJtQLxaZGZ6U0mh5WuMgO4jtxmsUdfIZ_fxHoHPcFOOd1cz0j0UlE1y2R8KWhoJMIKn7vIjAhfPn5euwox/s400/Dup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324971064596171938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbe3y9WcPWJ_6JhKaLm4wAjzQJl4EbkTMnhcO4zjmFEUQWu3S9XlqcNnrO8NmwnjczfH_yTE79vfJ1_SGZsbIOIXMADL7NGjsuKPcOqZs5s8GUoSJPVZMOCK0EpSpzNhCMuNYllv0G9hXy/s1600-h/crop0013.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbe3y9WcPWJ_6JhKaLm4wAjzQJl4EbkTMnhcO4zjmFEUQWu3S9XlqcNnrO8NmwnjczfH_yTE79vfJ1_SGZsbIOIXMADL7NGjsuKPcOqZs5s8GUoSJPVZMOCK0EpSpzNhCMuNYllv0G9hXy/s400/crop0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324971059577404450" /></a><br /> My typical day at Camp Carroll started out by going with the Marine infantry and engineers to sweep a section of Route 9 for mines that would be planted during the night. There were several teams that each had a section of road to check. Once that was done the convoys could roll.<br /><br /> These photos show some enemy mortar attacks. We also had to contend w/ command detonated anti-personnel mines along here. Mortar and sniper attacks would be mounted from the hills just N of the river that runs to the N of route 9. There was one hot area where the problem was the worst. Both pix of shooting Dusters were taken on different days but the action is in about the same approximate place. Our guide wanted to know where this was, but because of all the houses and tall trees, I was unable to pinpoint the spot. These exchanges of gunfire took place in what is now somebody's front yard.<br /> <br /> It was an unnerving experience. When I first came under fire I was glad to be in a steel vehicle, but as crazy as it sounds I thought maybe "I'll just stick my finger up out of this cocoon I'm in to see if I can get a Purple Heart." So, while mortars were exploding around us, I gingerly poked a couple of fingers up out of the track. It took about a nanosecond to think, "Jesus! What if a piece of shrapnel comes flying along here and hits me and pulls my whole hand up and out and I lose my arm?!" My hand came back down in a hurry. I'm laughing right now as I write this. What a stupid thing to think. I guess that's why they send kids to war. We were dumb enough to do all kinds of crazy stuff. <br /><br /> What I experienced along here went a long way towards my disenchantment of the war. Marines who were stationed closer to the DMZ and various pilots who had a better view than we did told us of seeing trucks in the DMZ loaded w/ ammo, or troops swimming openly in the river, but the Americans were under orders to observe the neutrality of the DMZ and not call air-strikes or artillery in on them. NO! we had to wait until they brought all that stuff down a little closer and mortared us and mined us before we could take any action. One can only imagine how pissed we were about that! Another time we were getting mortared and my radio quit working. I could hear , but couldn't transmit. The Marine RTO kept trying to raise me on the radio so he could tell me where to return fire. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, " TRANSMIT TO ME! I CAN HEAR YOU, BUT I CAN'T TRANSMIT TO YOU!" I finally had to get down ( out of my somewhat protective hatch- with frikkin' mortars exploding for chrissake!) and run over to him and explain the situation. Not a fun day. We always had something breaking down. There were other dicey situations where I couldn't communicate or some other damned thing wouldn't work. Our equipment was just too old and that is what we were sent into combat with. The Marines had it even worse than we did. They even came to us begging for rifle patches to clean their weapons. They complained of only getting 2 C-rations per day while they were burning calories like mad out in the bush. I distinctly remember a squad of Marines being so thankful to get C-ration Ham and Lima Beans. They were so bad that we called them "Ham and Motherfuckers" and refused to eat the stuff. They had to be terribly hungry!<br /><br /> This FUBAR crap happened all the time. In the Iran-Contra hearings, Col Oliver North defending his actions, explained that he was motivated to "... not abandon men on the battlefield." I never met Oliver North, but he and I were both officers along the DMZ at the same time and same place. I know EXACTLY what forged his mindset in this matter. In later years I got further enraged while watching the PBS presentation on the War I heard that the high mucky-mucks in the Whitehouse and Cabinet were discussing that they knew we couldn't win this war. All this was going on while young Americans were fighting, dying, and being maimed along the DMZ during my tour. Much has been written on the tragedy of all this, but this is my own personal take on it. All this disenchantment changed how I operated. My mission was to not win a war that it appeared to me was just a terrible sick joke. My mission became "Don't risk my troops unnecessarily. Don't go looking for Missions we can get involved with as the whole thing is going terribly wrong." I wouldn't hesitate for a minute to go to the rescue of Americans in trouble, but any pro-active gung-ho, macho BS was off my plate. I told my brother to go to Canada. The President, the Congress, the whole American leadership apparatus placed no value on us at all. It became my job to protect as many American lives as I could.Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-54572789353202101662009-04-15T10:23:00.000-07:002009-04-15T10:25:07.677-07:00Road to Khe Sahn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Dc2WWhb5UGhZN7Y0Qtx9BbijbUOWocWmIgo1vqypOZtRtExNOnso0TADw4bD-6e56LQ90vEDmqIjYdb8BgZqSWq7SCnA7nsQ76MUqz3b3yxqSkfvbP0uz39MrOo3ilBAxLr7gWOj5TGu/s1600-h/rd+to+khe+sahn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Dc2WWhb5UGhZN7Y0Qtx9BbijbUOWocWmIgo1vqypOZtRtExNOnso0TADw4bD-6e56LQ90vEDmqIjYdb8BgZqSWq7SCnA7nsQ76MUqz3b3yxqSkfvbP0uz39MrOo3ilBAxLr7gWOj5TGu/s400/rd+to+khe+sahn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324970477761594866" /></a>Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-46272325292182629932009-04-15T09:17:00.000-07:002009-04-15T09:18:55.660-07:00Old and New Pix Along the DMZCopy and Paste this address into your browser<br /><br />http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=aladennis&target=ALBUM&id=5324950976990164625&authkey=Gv1sRgCNy2ioHhluOTdQ&feat=emailAl Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-70487932047748742162009-04-14T17:39:00.000-07:002009-04-14T17:43:41.743-07:00Pictures From Khe Sahn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUDGLtIhL9Zn5gnp3ai8B1Ckp44IyLjNGVtwPmA1vPRheN76WCKfL3ktMyygs9ZO81m54UFPSwQZ4ye6tM0nBzmPKMC3gWsoaSK8U_3gPxy8j9NQnYhQ0bfKx6vXWW-z81UiH0-aUkLjJ/s1600-h/IMG_4405.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHDoYjfVGEUgqpm9YqkRQv8ywIl0kTnEGD8MGBu6y_KEHRE4cF_i5zRBIqpmSzEyxqHpSA9CEVy0tL42rveYUt8FOYgcEVW24ngfhrasLDXrpo1swII77ySPBkWpaZ-L0LbvJYQ32Rv0vo/s400/IMG_4309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324367201679893586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZkHTN7wohnIhfC8qrXy3kPDwglT2vALqZwApCsp9AhCc7u8xvrdlRpkVrG7ALJZvqSkTyASpLVcY4xlw_u8sgLLXeJp-fQlvUicnvg_I03u_Ua4AphC-cNfj1BFHyvoWzQPVYoMETmDbG/s1600-h/below+cc,+arr+river+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZkHTN7wohnIhfC8qrXy3kPDwglT2vALqZwApCsp9AhCc7u8xvrdlRpkVrG7ALJZvqSkTyASpLVcY4xlw_u8sgLLXeJp-fQlvUicnvg_I03u_Ua4AphC-cNfj1BFHyvoWzQPVYoMETmDbG/s400/below+cc,+arr+river+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324367197926246578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazYU2DBdIc3gMQ5xJXMUHa-bnk1CDbIPcl3msyDa2PQko7VWNB1joUa7FDMriuewbAbeHACpjZb5Ter_7O6T2zl7KbUWd2zJXGbWgOXmYXqFD5daHEFNBUv2QBI0U8Vpcq38KQ0ouZbzJ/s1600-h/below+CC+river+arr+68.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazYU2DBdIc3gMQ5xJXMUHa-bnk1CDbIPcl3msyDa2PQko7VWNB1joUa7FDMriuewbAbeHACpjZb5Ter_7O6T2zl7KbUWd2zJXGbWgOXmYXqFD5daHEFNBUv2QBI0U8Vpcq38KQ0ouZbzJ/s400/below+CC+river+arr+68.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324367193992379202" /></a><br />These 3 pix were taken on the road towards Rockpile (west) from Camp Carroll. If you were there you remember a bridge that had a sharp ridge coming down to it from the S side of the road. The abutments for an old bridge are still there - the ridge has been cut way back as you can see in the 2009 photo. The road doesn't have to make such a sharp turn now. Big trucks from Laos have an easier time getting thru there now.The river hasn't changed much at all in 40 years. The arrows in the above photos point out the riffle that is in the same spot now as then.Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-35126611412348154952009-04-09T21:02:00.000-07:002009-04-09T21:03:01.224-07:00More C Battery pix Copy and Paste the URLhttp://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=aladennis&target=ALBUM&id=5322905200124417425&authkey=Gv1sRgCLiUyYCP04Wk7wE&feat=emailAl Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756810580032173831.post-72473109991558436392009-04-09T08:51:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:27:52.281-07:00These next 4 pix were taken probably 1968, on or near route 9. Where you see nothing but grass in '68-69, I saw houses, farmettes, and tall trees<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbjP5o_A4Otj07YXa_mar_VxN1bJfopjDEWRjEpKSvjKkm2ZjA-YNvN7tKxeOeG7_9Q1al-8OtxaLlKLwGT0hogXex9u38ekanR-tR28KMNLWxA8JOzbJS_A-Jfmlb20XpCGqppsQwYOD/s1600-h/vietnam3+(20).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbjP5o_A4Otj07YXa_mar_VxN1bJfopjDEWRjEpKSvjKkm2ZjA-YNvN7tKxeOeG7_9Q1al-8OtxaLlKLwGT0hogXex9u38ekanR-tR28KMNLWxA8JOzbJS_A-Jfmlb20XpCGqppsQwYOD/s400/vietnam3+(20).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322724407110956098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ9ELB39a2vjD92wmQJ4kjlUoa8QsAArDQf2un42ylAXmnmBoWKZk5UTpoOeTqRfu88S03EXQF9RWK8G_VSUnhP1W9nvzsNasK4ZjeiG3yHURLPchtmZAJtlqCxcxLexqXWzQptdTOciar/s1600-h/vietnam3+(16).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ9ELB39a2vjD92wmQJ4kjlUoa8QsAArDQf2un42ylAXmnmBoWKZk5UTpoOeTqRfu88S03EXQF9RWK8G_VSUnhP1W9nvzsNasK4ZjeiG3yHURLPchtmZAJtlqCxcxLexqXWzQptdTOciar/s400/vietnam3+(16).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322724403619922146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDY0DiJexNFjH-5T_iG7Rix60U8AM_byutlCgX2qnUA3D-V3uCK1gMekH8w0ZDurxJFEMR-65YD4SFa28cdovSxzrDD8K9x0WFG8oVF7f756g2Qd_NgAuoOnm0xOJtokRe65GFnRIIfxeY/s1600-h/vietnam3+(15).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDY0DiJexNFjH-5T_iG7Rix60U8AM_byutlCgX2qnUA3D-V3uCK1gMekH8w0ZDurxJFEMR-65YD4SFa28cdovSxzrDD8K9x0WFG8oVF7f756g2Qd_NgAuoOnm0xOJtokRe65GFnRIIfxeY/s400/vietnam3+(15).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322724396448193730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSPAqwtc5gh-1d4qTcn_DHaSosgPW3jnjZ-43ABIXo_UNKVuicD39Sln4_Qs583czmERhLyl4H7_HZYw2RrYxMXe8Jl0I6MY9OE7R25UUnZSwGD6aq-_afWHhqYPmnVXcfrLhkJZSbsr-Q/s1600-h/cobra+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSPAqwtc5gh-1d4qTcn_DHaSosgPW3jnjZ-43ABIXo_UNKVuicD39Sln4_Qs583czmERhLyl4H7_HZYw2RrYxMXe8Jl0I6MY9OE7R25UUnZSwGD6aq-_afWHhqYPmnVXcfrLhkJZSbsr-Q/s400/cobra+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322724391890049522" /></a><br />These pix from 1968 -9(?) show just grass alongside route 9. Today there are so many houses, farmettes, and planted tall trees that I really couldn't orient myself too well. Google Earth at this time has very poor detail of this area and is useless to help out. If You go there (or any other place you were in the olden days) try to find satellite photos (if there are any - try cruising the GPS mapping sites on the web). I wish I had taken a GPS w/ me to get some waypoints that I could research at home.<br /><br />My traveling partner, Mike, was disappointed w/his tour of his old base in the Delta. The guide was able to take us to some things that Mike recognized, but there was so much modern buildup that orientation was difficult. When Mike got home he was able to see an airfield on Google Earth that we had been taken to, but he also was able to scope out on Google Earth what he thinks are "his" old hangers that still exist to this day. Unfortunately we didn't get taken there. Had he taken GPS coord's off Google Earth we could have directed our driver right to the spot.Al Dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00594902729790351900noreply@blogger.com1