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David Vold left and Frank Turner. Frank was a little older than most of us as he had gone to college before the Army. Nickname, of course: "The professor." As I look at these photos and remember, I acknowledge I owe my very life to some of these men; and, if any of you are seeing these pictures, I thank you now if I failed to do so before. If I did thank you before, please allow me to do so again. Thank you!

Wayne Shadel left, and Joe Cummings "mission planning." Just kidding, I don't have a clue what we were talking about. Wayne had an injury to his hand that could have sent him to Base Camp. Instead, he had the medic wrap it up and stayed in the field with us. Better man than I. Wayne carried the M-60 machine gun at that time. He reminded me recently the little dog you see in a later picture was named Meatball. It seemed the meatballs out of the spaghetti and meatball C-ration meals were his favorite. A watch was important over there. Wayne remembers a "good" waterproof Timex watch would go a couple of months before succumbing to the monsoon rains and sweat and humidity and general abuse they were subjected to. I got a Seiko first chance I had. It survived my tour with me. Not to be forgotten are the untold numbers of mosquitos and ticks and leaches. In the rains, leaches crawled along like inch worms. I can remember watching one approach, raising his head to sense me every few steps. When he was almost to me, I took a step over behind him. He went a few more inch worm steps, stopped and put up his head to locate me, finding me behind him. He turned and started double timing toward me. Often they would get on our legs and we wouldn't even know until they filled and dropped off; and we felt our boot filling with blood oozing from the wound they left. In actual fact, since we were in a tent in this photo, we must have been in Dak To [a sort of field forward base camp] for something. Can't remember what. It didn't last long, however; that I do know. Probably just en route somewhere in the field. [Maybe on a mission where we shouldn't be!]

Corky Cathcart above. Corky and I trained together for a year starting from day 1 in the army. We were trained for the same job but got separated going to the Nam. He had his femur shattered by an AK round and spent several months with his leg hanging from wires in a Japanese hospital while they grew him a new leg bone from the fragments.

Bob Burnham, nicknamed "point man," taking his gear off after a squad size reconnaissance sweep off the hill. These firebase bunkers were on top of a hill with no roads or access except by helicopters or walking the jungle trails.

They resupplied us on the hilltops by helicopter. Hueys [in the other photos] were mostly used. We must have been up high for them to use this flying crane. Or, maybe it was just a really heavy load. Sometimes, they would bring out a large water bladder or a water trailer so we had enough water to bath and shave using our helmet's steel outer cover. No place for the modest.

Chris Duar (left) and Michael Thomas Treveranous (in the hole holding the upright). Mike later suffered a serious combat wound.

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