This for Nam Vets, any in service..nice REAL read

**Robby321** · 11-20-2016, 09:33 PM

VIETNAM AND THE AMERICAN FIGHTING MAN

(I was there 1969, and damn true)

Viet Nam, to the American fighting man here, half a world from home,
the name means many things - almost none of them good.

It means the farthest place from those he loves. It means the CLOSEST place
to death. It may mean a rice paddy where he lost his best friend. It does mean
a war in which he most surely and quickly lost the last remnants of his own boyhood.

It would be cruel enough without war. For Viet Nam is stagnant rice paddies,
red clay gumbo, prehensile jungle vines, bamboo thickets and 12 foot elephant grass.
It is weeks of 120 degree heat and 95% humidity, or drought and monsoon and flood.
It is a country of two seasons, hot and dry, and hot and wet. Or mixed, for as one GI
complained, "This is the only place in the world where you can be shoulder deep in mud
and have dust blowing in your face at the same time". It is the residence of the inch long
red ant, the Malaria mosquito, the bamboo flea and the bamboo viper, the Russell viper,
pit viper, cobra, banded krait, four inch long cockroach and a couple of snakes that perform
under the aliases of Mr.Two Foot and One Step Charlie. Needless to say, ALL poisonous.
Spiders, lizards, rats, bats, leeches, flies and a million other insects - no two alike,
thrive here. So does Malaria, Jungle Rot, Typhus, Fungus, Immersion Foot, Dysentary,
Pneumonia, Sunburn, Heat Prostration, Tuberculosis, Leprosy and a couple of Asiatic
ailments we haven't quite put a handle on yet.

They thrive, all of them. But, miraculously, so does the spirit of that amazing being, the
American Fighting Man. Every day he meets the challenges of the cruel and agonizing war.
He survives. He even triumphs. And what he has to go through, few civilians know.
And NO ONE knows who has not been to Viet Nam. General Eisenhower, in another war,
once exploded to a war correspondent, "I get so eternally tired of the lack of understanding
of what the infantry soldier endures.....I get so fighting mad because of the general lack of
appreciation of real Heroism which is the uncomplaining acceptance of unendurable conditions...."
The uncomplaining acceptance of unendurable conditions......
the statement could have waited for a more appropriate war. This one.

The numerous muddy front lines in Viet Nam may complain, but it is the healthy, time-honored
fashion of the GI gripe. And the GI here DOES accept the unendurable. He accepts 18 hour
workdays with no women, booze or overtime pay. And he accepts the million other little
bitternesses of Viet Nam......the Halozone tablet in a canteen of rice paddy water, the bites
and stings of insects, the grime, the dirt, the dust, the mud, the kind of sweat you bleed.
He accepts the facts of rotting wrist-watch bands, a "Dear John" letter, reconstituted milk,
canned meat, three salt tablets a day, last choice at the C-rations, and when he can even find it,
WARM beer. He hears Hanoi Hannah reading our casualty reports each night over Radio Hanoi.
Sees his friends fall in battle, and he endures. And he endures the sight of a mortally wounded child,
the cries of pain and "MEDIC" and "CORPSMAN", the smell of DEATH and the taste of FEAR,
the prospect of the next patrol, the RAWEST emotions of the battle, and his own dreams.
For Viet Nam is these.

And, it is mumbled prayers under the sounds of incoming artillery, and learning to laugh at things
that aren't really funny. It is the fears and doubts about yourself in battle, because you know
if you stop to think about them during battle it could get you killed. It is wanting a WAR STORY
without having to live it, and then living it and not wanting it. It is the PHONY war story every man
despises and the war story too TRUE to ever be told. It is the fear of cowardice and fear of courage.

The American Fighting Man endures all of these, and performs everything his country asks of him.
For the task, he fuels himself on Courage and Selflessness and Dedication and a Comraderie
that no one who shares will EVER really find anywhere else again, and he gets along on the most
simple and pathetic, most God-awful seemingly unimportant pleasures: the sweat wrinkled photograph
of a loved one, the sight of a Saffron yellow mail bag and a letter from home - or mail addressed
simply to "A fighting man in Viet Nam", a clear stream with no leeches, or a nights sleep in a real bed.
He cherishes hot chow, cold beer or a cool breeze, or the reminders of home, a USO show, a circled
date on a Short-timer's calendar, a favorite tune over Armed Forces Radio, or a week old copy
of Stars and Stripes reassuring him that America still exists. His satisfactions are a burst
of insect repellant on a leech's back or a dry cigarette.

And there IS humor, even here, not side splitting humor, but humor that fights the grimness and makes
it bearable. "Didja' hear? A couple of mosquitoes landed over at DaNang Air Base the other day and
Ground Support pumped 50 gallons of AVGAS into them before they realized they weren't F-4's", or
"Hot D*mn! Only 300 days and a wake-up, I'M SHORT". "It must be Sunday, they're feedin' us Malaria
pills again". And humor sprouts in the signs which GI's brand their whereabouts, "No one would DARE
mortar this place and end all the confusion". On a roadside, "Drive carefully, the life you save may be
your replacement". On the fuselage of an ancient C-47 transport, "Trans Paddy Airways", or outside
a Marine's tent in Chu-Lai, "Chu-Lai Hilton, VACANCY", or on the side of a C-123 used to spray defoliant,
"Remember, only you can prevent forests", and a much in evidence bumper sticker,
"Support your Fighting Men in Viet Nam".

There is a slang in his speech. Lots, every other word sometimes. His dangerous, merciless adversary,
the Viet-cong (VC or Victor Charlie in military phonetics) becomes simply CHARLIE or OLD CHARLIE.
And every little Vietnamese street urchin becomes CHARLIE-SAN; though they usually rate the
affectionate GI pat on the head with the term, unless one has just run by and stolen your wrist-watch.
Then, you grab them by the neck.

Even though billets, hootches and tents are papered with Playboy foldouts, the memory of American
womanhood is distant in his mind; to be referred to as Round Eye, Smooth Legged Woman who exists
in the Land of the Big PX is about all that is spoken. Air mattresses become rubber ladies, Piasters
become "P'Z", Military Payment Certificates become Funny Money, Replacements become Turtles
(because they take FOREVER to get here), and an enemy infested jungle becomes "VC National Forest".
Fighting Men are, Jet Jockeys, Groundpounders, Grunts, Snuffies, River Rats, Stump Jumpers,
Straightlegs and Saigon Warriors depending on their unit, rating and/or assignment.Vietnamese become
Slopes, Gooks, Dinks and other assorted epithets. Montagnard Tribesmen become Yards, and the enemy
becomes (besides Charlie), Congs, Gooneys, Ho's Boys or simply "The Bad Guys", and Charlie gets
either Greased, Zapped, Zonked, Massaged or simply Blown-away. Jets are referred to as Birds,
Prop airplanes as Spads, Scooters or Tinkertoys. Snakes are Mr. No Shoulders.

And there is the Thousand Yard Stare in a Ten Foot Room and the Million Dollar Wound (just serious
enough to earn a ride Stateside). There is, too, a less imaginative Alphabet Soup of letter abbreviations
that lubricates the Language and Paperwork. Samples: WIA (Wounded In Action), DMZ (De-Militarized Zone),
LZ (Landing Zone), FAC (Forward Air Controller), and so on....through VC, K'S, PAVN'S, ARVN, MACV,
TAOR, MPC'S, and a thousand OTHER combinations and alphabetum. The war has a favorite phrase,
in Vietnamese "Xin Loi"; which means "Sorry 'bout that". It is employed for every stumble, oversight,
injustice, burp, blister or disaster. "Xin Loi", may be the LAST words Charlie ever hears. And finally,
everything succumbs to a GI rating system of Number ONE (Satisfactory) and Number TEN (UN-Satisfactory).
There are no numbers in between. No GI wants any. In a GRAY, confusing WAR - a Number TEN War -
It 's nice to deal in BLACKS and WHITES again.

So, WHO is this remarkable American our country has sent to Viet Nam? Who IS this guy we pay
the lavish sum of $65.00 extra a month and even forgive the trouble of filling out Income Tax forms,
for what can only be the most underpaid work in the world? He is, of course, many men, many types,
he is the Cool, Mature, Professional Officer and he is the BATTLEWISE Non-Com on his second tour
of his third WAR. But MOSTLY, he's a YOUNG American.

COMBAT UNITS average 18? years
of age), who would prefer to be back home doing other things, but who by chance of history is here.
He VOLUNTEERED or by lack of a deferment was DRAFTED, but he is here because he LOVES his Country.
By all accounts and opinions, he is the SMARTEST, STRONGEST, BEST TRAINED, MOST SPIRITED
and COMPETENT Fighting Man our Country has ever sent to war ANYWHERE. He is YOUNG but he is OLD
beyond his years because this war is a CRAM COURSE in Maturity and Survival. Experts marvel at him.
"In 60 years of Soldiering and watching Soldiers", writes Military Affairs specialist S.L.A. Marshall,
"I have never seen higher morale than that of the U.S. men in Viet Nam...The American fighter here can outwit,
out-move and out-game anyone thus far thrown against him. Their main gripe is that the enemy is loath
to come out of hiding. Their aggressiveness arises from pride in unit. The bond with their buddies.
A wish to get the job over...and an unfaltering belief in the rightness of their task"
General William C. Westmoreland, Commander of American Forces in Viet Nam,calls him flatly,
"The finest fighting man our country has ever produced". There is a Sacred Brotherhood among Combat Vets.
There does not have to bespeaking or organized gatherings, there is merely that look when eyes meet
and you just KNOW. Understand and LOVE your Viet Nam Vet...after what he has been through,
he needs that above all else.

Written by:
Mike RICE RM - Twice
Dong Ha River Security Grp NSAD Cua Viet (June 1967) >>