My Father's Vietnam Page #4
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Got back on the dump truck to LZ Liz
and started working on the bunkers,
and we heard another explosion.
Another truck bringing
a load of dirt blew up.
Again the medevac was there.
in one morning.
The next day they
had sniffer dogs.
They accompanied us
for the next week,
and we never found
anything else.
But we lost two dump
trucks and two guys.
This is a Corgi die-cast miniature car.
I don't know the scale.
It's a De Tomaso Mangusta
that I sent to him as a Christmas
present, and we liked our cars.
And he wrote to me, he said,
"In the dark watches of the night, I roll
the De Tomaso Mangusta Corgi toy car"
that Rik sent me back
and forth very quietly.
I sit squishing the suspension up
and down for minutes at a time,
looking at it at eye-level,
digging its amber headlights.
But that's another form
of devotion entirely.
Huddled under my poncho, trying to
preserve the condition of my stationary,
writing away while monitoring
my trusty two-way radio,
looking out at the little
plastic Christmas tree
that one of our machine
gunners received in the mail
and planted before
his draped poncho.
Put the little metal car, the De Tomaso
Mangusta that I carry in my pocket,
beneath the plastic
tree and lo and behold,
we'll have toys under the tree
come tomorrow morning.
All the amenities are not lost.
One little Tupperware container
of mother's best cookies, too.
No, all is certainly not
lost at Christmastime.
Next Christmas Eve,
I'll perhaps remember
my rainy night
squatting beside my radio
on my plastic covered map to keep
my bottom unsuccessfully dry,
watching the bushes move, and every so often
munching on mixed nuts without peanuts.
"Maybe this was the Christmas Eve and
Christmas to make the rest worthwhile."
[John] For about
two-thirds of the time,
it was as a platoon leader.
I went in as
a second lieutenant.
March, April, somewhere in there, I
was promoted to first lieutenant,
and so I had a platoon of men.
We never had a full
compliment of people.
I believe a full compliment
would be 40 some people,
and we had generally running
close to about 30 at the max.
We would go out
and we'd set up
ambushes at night.
Most of what we were looking
for were resupply issues.
The area we were in had been defoliated,
bulldozed, burned, and was a free-fire zone.
So anybody out there
theoretically was a target.
That made it difficult when you
actually wanted to eliminate a target,
you were told that you could possibly
impact some poor innocent civilian
who wasn't supposed
to be there in the first place.
So I was involved in planning,
deploying the troops, making sure
everybody knew what their mission was,
making sure the resupply came in, whether
it was weapons, food, whatever it was.
[Loring Sr.] Ring volunteered
to go out and carry the radio.
I wrote back to him saying,
"You get rid of the radio
as fast as you possibly can.
That is
He had already been in this unit, my
first unit that I was assigned to.
So when I first met
Loring he was spec 4,
I believe was his
rank at the time,
and he was my radio guy.
And so he was responsible for any
communication out of our field unit
we needed.
Actually, when I saw
the picture, I...
realized, I hadn't remembered
a whole lot
from the picture you sent me.
I remember dark hair.
I always had the impression
he was a lot taller than I was,
but I'm not sure
if he was or not.
And the glasses.
He seemed like a, this sounds terrible, not
that the other people weren't civilized people,
but he seemed more civilized,
educated, reasonable, intelligent
than many other
people I ran into.
I'm the guy that when he went fishing
as a kid I threw the fish back in.
I had never hunted,
I had never been around weapons.
I didn't come from a family
that was into the outdoors.
We were tennis players
and swimmers.
So this gung ho, try to keep
yourself from being killed,
carrying a hundred
pounds of supplies
to kill, very strange.
The minute I was in country
and the night we were rocketed,
I knew I didn't want to be
a combat engineer,
and I knew that I wanted to get as
far from the ugliness as I could.
And I went to the division headquarters
and I got a unit transfer application,
dutifully filled it out the second day
or third day that I was in country
or in Chu Lai and then did not
hear anything for four months.
During that period, we were
in Mo Duc building a bridge,
and I took pictures and wrote
and I submitted it to the 31
st public information office,
and that was that, and about three
weeks later or two weeks later,
the squad leader over the radio received a call
from the captain in charge of the engineers,
"Have Sorensen on the LZ at a certain
hour with all his equipment,"
and the squad leader, of course,
looked a little askance at me,
"Where are you going,
and how'd you do it?"
So anyway, I got on the LZ
and the next thing I know,
the captain's personal helicopter
was there, picked me up,
and then flew me back
to Bronco, all of five miles,
and the captain was in his jeep
waiting to pick me up,
and he looked at me and said,
something to the effect that,
"You look a little scruffy to be someone
who's working in the rear now."
He explained that I had been reassigned
to the public information office.
The story that I had written
appeared in either "The Army Times"
and or "Stars and Stripes"
and so someone said,
"Take this guy out of the engineers and put
him in the public information office."
There happened to be an opening.
So that was the transition,
it was abrupt.
There were four people assigned
to the public information office
and two of them were officers,
two were enlisted.
So I was in a position where
I could come and go as I pleased
as long as I maintained a certain flow of
stories and pictures out of that office,
they didn't care if I showed up.
They didn't care what I did.
Sort of to further add to the confusion
and to the elation on my part,
the division thought the brigade was in
charge of the public information office,
the brigade thought the division was
in charge, so nobody was in charge.
[Peter] One of the things I did was fly
with either the combat assault unit
or they had a light observation
helicopter unit that did scouting work,
or drew fire, or visual
reconnaissance flights.
And there was a pilot named Rickert
and I typically flew with him.
Glenn Rickert was a captain,
very accessible, very friendly.
When I had to take pictures, when
or reconnaissance photographs,
I would go out,
or if I needed to take pictures
of a body or something like
that, he would fly me out there.
[Soren] This is Glen Aurelius.
He flew Light Observation Helicopters
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