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Old 07-03-2014, 12:54 PM
steve harmn steve harmn is offline
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Default Phi Bi is alright

I had just extend six months in Viet Nam to bring a girl back from Saigon.She was a Cambodian Saigon tee girl,you'd go to these bars and girl would sit down next you pretend she likes you or interest in lonely hearts story or dance as long as you pay for time buying tees no sex.
So I did almost everynight with same girl after awhile we move in together off base.But I was under 21 and needed my mothers permission believe it or not.So I extended and went back home to pleaded my case.And thought all was okay except when I got back to base. when .they transfer me to Phi bi 20 miles from the DMV.I asked why because your mother wrote a letter saying she wanted out of the ares away from this girl.
I asked the major where it was and he pointed on a map.
I go "shit Major that's almost in North Viet Nam."
"You'll be assigned to 101st air calavery as photo recon.
So I fly up there and its bad news and I'm thinking gee ma I didn't know you wanted me dead so bad.But desided to make the best of it.Well I was assigned to lab boys houch which was tin roof and wood floor with screens for walls and bunks.
Well Jim who was senior lab guy says"everyone is screw up here pretty much all the time.Drugs or booze or both.Theres a village outside the base where I buy weed."
That night I go with Jim and couple other guys to the grave yard.Its between the housing and the outside wire.Large tombs of rich viet namese surrounded by a small fense.which we climb over a few trees and bushes near a large tomb with concrete plate form.
"Over here a voice yells out."
There where about ten guys sitting on the ground smoking weed.Playing a tape recorded music laughting.
"Hey got a new guy.These are my boys.I call us the wild bunch.THey don't morters into this place because they maybe communist but still buddish."
Sure enough here comes the morter rounds into the base and now hitting here."Come here at night get screwed up a be safe.
So my first time smoking weed.
"Shot gun someone yells out for new guy and it was a real shot gun.A guy blows smoke down the barrel of points it at me.I put my mouth on the barrel and hope its not loaded.Inhale deeply and start coughing my guts out.
They all laugh,and so I get messed up and the music starts sounding real good.I mean deep and rich like.Like when I was in the old rock group in high school."Man where have you been all my life."
So the next I report to co and he tells to take a jeep to air base.I go there I never seen so many helicoppers in my life.A flag with the scream eagle flying .Ships landing and taking off with troops and some carry dead bodies of troops.I go oh crap am in for it now.
I go into head quarters and there is pilot waiting for me.Captain Reeves and he is site.A blue calarvery hat on with shoulder holster and german ww2 grease gun in his hands.
"You my photo boy."he says with southern draw.
"Yes sir."
"Okay son going real close the border today got your rifle clips stocked.Never know been shot down before."
Great I thought nothing like a little scare talk to start your day.
We get the small plane with roar the choppers going in and out.Once up in the air the captain pulls out a joint."YOU smoke."
"Yes but isn't dangerous flying high."
"I don't fly any other way boy,I'd be to afraid otherwise it gets hot and heavy up here even for us.Going get killed might as well be high."
So he light one up and took a big drag and past it over to me."Why not."
He turned on his tape recorder and the animals where playing I'm crying.
"I don't here your knock upon my door.I need you baby by my side.I'm crying here me crying."
"Okay baby we are here do your thing."
So I put my head out the window start shooting and bullets are flying up and hitting the wings.Thoud it sounds like.I start laughing."there trying to kill me captain I hope I make it back alive."I laugh so more.
"Worry they don't hit me unless you can fly."
After we shoot all the film and head back I ask to take the wheel."this isn't so hard."
"Its the landing buddy."
"Oh ya."
"There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun.Its been the ruin of my poor boy and god I know I am one."
THis is cool as long as you don't get killed.
"HOw about another one."
"you land being high."
"Never do it sober."He lite one up and past it over.
"Cool ........sir," I say after take a drag.
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