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The Forgotten Men
The Canberra billet which I guarded in 1970. Taken in 2006 with an extra floor added. Excuse the blurry shot. Between November 1964 and Dec...
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It's difficult, gentle reader, to ignore the soap opera in train across the Pacific, and once again, I am drawn like a moth to the fla... -
Fascism as a political movement exhibits four basic criteria. First, fascism it is not an ideology, but an activity. Secondly, it... -
Pic courtesy paho.org I have posted before about the potential for the Covid pandemic to work as a catalyst. Apart from that potential, ...
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Gawd, my training experiences were almost identical. Hootchie a frozen sheet of ice during "jungle warfare" training. Breaking a caribou on landing on a rough gravel strip, and having the rear door open to blow the smell out. We also got to experience low flying up valleys in the caribou, where you could look out the back and up and see the trees above you. However, I just loved grenades. Had one bloke in my section drop one in the gun pit during practice. The instructor grabbed him by the webbing and jumped out of the pit and took the trainee with him. Both pretty near crapped themselves in the process.
Thought you'd like this:
http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2010/03/a_manscaped_arm.html
BOAB
Similar personal grooming services (and a few others of a more intimate nature) were provided in certain establishments in Bangkok and other R & R destinations back then. These "others" were all that were offered in Vung Tau, and then only on R & C for non-POGOs. I'm not sure what Saigon warriors had access to, but would assume just about anything was available at a price in Tudo Street.
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