Jack, I was assigned to 3rd MP's later from Nov 67 to May 68. The NVN prisoners were still there and a Brig was added as were a detachment of Scout and Sentry Dogs. I left in May 68 to FLC over at Red Beach. Not long after that the compound was destroyed when the Ammo Dump went bye bye.
Category: Vietnam
Re: Backside of Hill Three Two Seven
I was stationed at 3rd MP Bn at the bottom of Hill 327 on the south from Nov 67 to May 68. We use to run patrols that began from the top proceeded west and circled back to our perimeter. Those were HAWK missiles and as far as I know never fired as the NVA and VC never had aircraft in that area.
Memories and Memorabilia
Backside of Hill Three-Two-Seven
Operation Oklahoma hills
Liberty Card
Gy Mac asked "how many Marines have an original Armed Forces Liberty Pass." At least one. Me. After my first and ONLY liberty in Da Nang in September of 1965, I have no clue why I never turned this in, nor why I was never asked for it. It was a surprise find as I went through an old wallet, many years later. It's signed by Lt. Henry "Mark" Hartzog who is now a lawyer down in Nashville TN.
Air Force Treatment of Marines
I have to agree the the Marine who told about the poor treatment of Marines. I was at Khe Sanh during the TET offensive. Water was in short supply on the base. With the base being shelled all the time one hardly wanted to get caught in the shower with nothing on. A GI bath was the order of the day. We had to fly in and out of the base to Danang. We went into a AF mess hall and tried to get something to eat. Now a reminder we had been eat C rations twice a day for two months and wanted some real food. When we tried to get something to eat we were told that because we looked and smelled so that we had to leave now. So no fresh food for us. So yes the AF did treat us like crap. Hope others got better treatment than we did.
Hawks at Hill 327
In response to Sgt, Frank Thompson’s post pertaining to Hawk Missiles in Vietnam “About 1968”. Hawks were deployed on Hill 327, overlooking the Danang Airfield, in 1965. My bunker was on the back side of Hill 327 in 1966, just behind the missile site looking down on the valley. One of the pictures in the second attached web site is one of the Hooch’s occupied by 1st Radio Bn Marines. A sapper attack took out the Hawks sometime after October 1966. I have seen a picture of the Hawks laying on the ground after the attack, but can not locate it now. I’m sure there are other marines who were up there at the time, and I just wanted to get the dates straight for the record.
Vietnam
4-6-11
Searching for my old skipper.
Dear Comrade,
I found Lt. Col. DeBona's citation for the Navy Cross on the Military Times website and Brothers in Arms website. I was at his feet as a gunner in 60 mortars when I was wounded twice on September 10, 1967. My squad leader Frank Antaya pulled a chunk of shrapnel out of my right forearm while the skipper laid back on his pack calling in arty. I was hit again in the left upper back through my flack jacket with a piece that stuck in my back 3/4 of an inch. I was also hit three times the day before during our first contact with minor wounds to my left hand and both legs. When the skipper commanded us to regroup back at our LZ, I stopped to pick up Gunny Pineapple, that's the name I new him buy. When I went to pull him out of the brush his arms and legs were barely attached to his torso. He yelled telling me to stop. I waited with him until he was gone. When I moved out, I saw Pvt Baker from Ohio laying on the ground with his leg and arm barely attached to his body. I picked up his leg and put it into a poncho and another marine put in his arm. It was at that time a Second Lieutenant from M co. came up to us and said he would lead us back to the LZ. He looked me right in the eyes and said he was putting me and the other guys up for Bronze Stars. At the time, medals were the last thing on our minds. On the way back we were burned by a napalm drop when the enemy over ran our position. I was wounded 5 times in two days and burned by napalm on the left side of my face and left arm as I carried Baker heading for the LZ.
Hero
You're a 19 year old kid.
You're critically wounded and dying in.
The jungle somewhere in the Central Highlands of Viet Nam .
It's November 11, 1967.
LZ (landing zone) X-ray.
Your unit is outnumbered 8-1 and the enemy fire is so intense from 100 yards away, that your CO (commanding officer) has ordered the MedEvac helicopters to stop coming in.
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns and you know you're not getting out.
Your family is half way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you'll never see them again.
As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day.
Then – over the machine gun noise – you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter.
You look up to see a Huey coming in. But.. It doesn't seem real because no MedEvac markings are on it.
Captain Ed Freeman is coming in for you.
He's not MedEvac so it's not his job, but he heard the radio call and decided he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire anyway.