@Ocoka One -
Buddy of mine said, "a photo like that deserves to be cleaned up a bit. "
Here you go.
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Beautiful job. Please pass along my thanks.
Doc Coonfield rocking flip flops. Hells yeah.
Our "Day Havens" were different places every day, usually a house in a hamlet or ville with a fairly good field of fire. We had our favorites: Frenchy's Place, Al's Place, The Brick Factory-- we had nicknames for them all. That stucco place with the columns that you see in a number of these pictures was our favorite day haven, a former tobacco plantation. It was called The Old Ba's (The Old Woman's). Most of the houses in the villes were thatch with dirt floors. No electricity or running water in that part of VN. People shit in the bushes or on the crops.
But we'd never stay in the same place two days in a row and never in the same place more than 8 or 9 hours. We kept moving. RV'd with a 46 once a week for regular resupply. At the Day Haven's we dropped our gear and got down to shorts and Ho Chi Minh sandals...
but three guys were always on watch, and half the team, alternating between the Alpha and Bravo elements, ran a combat patrol sometime during the day to keep Charlie on his toes.
Typical Day Haven. This guy's name was "CoolJim."
The 12 of us.
Paladin
Billy "Chief" Fragua, our Navaho pointman, and me.
Half of us were 0311's the other half 0331's. The M60, the two M79s and the two PRC-25s were rotated every couple of weeks. So nobody was a permanent RTO or gunner or bloop man, we just traded off. It kept everybody proficient. Everybody knew how to use the C4 and detcord and set charges, everybody knew how to bust a LAAW, our corpsman would give us medical classes sometimes in Day Haven to broaden our skills a bit in case
he got incapacitated. Everybody knew how to call up arty, medevac, CAS. When an FNG joined us, he was paired up with a "mentor" who gave him a crash course in comm and he was watched very closely on patrol, in ambush sites...and we made sure he got a good look at dead EKIAs at the first opportunity

. The first rite of passage was busting his cherry in contact, doing his job, earning his CAR. After that the close supervision ended.
Okay that's it. Once you guys open the floodgate it pours out. :wall: