I had been sent from Tuyen Nhon on a
chow run just after Christmas 67,
and had spent about a week in Saigon getting supplies for the team and had
made it back to Can Tho with my load.
I could not get transportation for a
couple of days so went down town with
another SF guy. During the day while frequenting various drinking
establishments we kept running into Ronnie Strahan and a civ who worked for
PAE, we would have a few drinks together and go our separate ways and meet
again. I remember we ate supper in an upstairs restaurant in Can Tho and was
served lobster, Ronnie told me that they were really giant crawfish but the VN
sold them to Americans as lobster. Bill Gannon who was a former sp/4 demo man
on our team was with us part of the time.
Me and this other guy, I wish I could
remember who it was, decided to
spend the night in the VN "hotel". We met this LLDB major and had a few drinks with him and me and this other guy got rooms on the third floor and the LLDB got a room on the fourth
floor, for some reason he had an M-60 MG with him.
About 4 in the morning all hell broke
loose, we looked out the window and
all these VC/NVA soldiers were running down the street, the LLDB guy cut loose
with the M-60 and gave them a pretty good fight but they eventually got him
with a grenade. Me and the other guy kept quiet because all we had was a .380
Comes the dawn and we slip out to where
the MP station was, a couple of
blocks from the hotel, it looked like it had been abandoned in a big rush, but
apparently they had all piled into one vehicle and took off. Well we
commandeered a jeep and headed out for the C-team. We had gone about a block
when out runs a1/lt who had done the same thing as us and piled into the jeep.
He at least had an M-16.
We took off down the road toward the
C team at a high rate of speed and it
seemed like the good guys were on on side of the road and the bad on the
other, but since there was a whole lot of firing going on we never stopped to
check ID's . Like a dog crossing a busy road just stared straight ahead and
kept on trucking.
The road to the C team left the main
road there was a long straight road
and across it they had parked a 5 ton. We came roaring up to it and honked
the horn. Out of all these fox holes and sand bag emplacements heads started
appearing and the NCO in charge asked "Who the Hell are you guys"
I replied we are the dumb fucks who decided to stay all night in town last
We got back safely and had no real problems,
but when I look back on such
things now, it scares the hell out.