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On Artillery Hill near Pleiku, Vietnam, was the 52nd Artillery Group,
The Aviation Section there was part of that very fine Army troop.
The soldiers who ran it were a very special group of Army men.
From all over the United States working hard in that foreign land. Continue reading
I think that I shall never see a creature as nasty and ugly as a rat,
They carry diseases that will often knock us human beings flat.
So every time I see one of those awful abominations in my world
I hunt them down and mash them until their tail with no hair curls. Continue reading
There are a few old relics I have saved from my time in Vietnam.
Some are interesting and I am just going to review them some.
The poem discusses some of the relics that I have kept here,
And omits the other stuff that I did leave in country over there. Continue reading
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When sending mail home from Army Post Office Vietnam, we didn’t have to put postage on the letters. This made it very easy to write and send a lot of letters which I did. Continue reading
The trip over to Vietnam was a very traumatic experience for me as I had no idea what to expect once I got there. Oh, I watched the news and all the protesting going on, but what was it really like and would I even survive? Continue reading
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Could this be about the Texas Rangers or the Army Rangers? No it’s just a little story about the light observation helicopters we serviced and flew on Artillery Hill in Vietnam often referred to as the Ranger. Continue reading
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At first I considered guarding work details of Viet Cong prisoners a very hazardous duty. Later this was determined to be one of the safest jobs on Artillery Hill. Here’s the story. Continue reading
Spending time in a third world country like Viet Nam exposed us to all kinds of things our bodies had never come into contact with before. This story is about one such beast. Continue reading
Tribute To Henry
I never thought that a pet lizard could be of so much value to soldiers in Vietnam. Here’s my story. Continue reading
The days in Vietnam were never exactly the same,
About half the days I was in country it did rain
This poem follows a somewhat typical day on the Hill.
A lot of days, guard duty would also be on the till. Continue reading