It was to my surprise that I was put in charge of the records of seven of us leaving little RI . When we arrived in Connecticut I was given 60 some more, and told to keep them all together to PI. Well all went fine until we landed in NC and met another 30 some. As you might guess this dumb, soon to be, was given the other paper work. This didn't bother me much until I realized the bus ride was about two hours later and the beers were cheap and the drinking age there was 18, and we all knew it would be a long time before we got another chance. On boarding the bus my concern grew. I was two bodies short and at the next stop, (except for a p-ss stop), was those yellow foot prints. My concern was forgotten when that nice gentelman LOL, DI told us a–ho—to elbows on those yellow footprints . It was around 3 A.M. and we were either to tired or to drunk to do much and the DIs must have been also because no flag was raised over the missing 2 and they did arrive before we completed our night of horror sitting at those old high school desks with the arm piece to write on.
Cpl Smith, VMGR 152, DaNang '68-'69