After a night of people trying to intrude into my "office" in the middle of the night.....next morning we cleared the village, collected any contraband, and loaded up, had another village to check out along the old highway......nobody home.     Seems the "Tax Collectors" from the North had left for Loas....as usual.   wrapped things up.

 

Got sent to the base at Quang Tre City.....seems I had a few holes to get patched up.....and get my third purple heart....Meh. 

 

While there, learned that, one Richard Milhaus Nixon was pulling combat troops out.   two, a West Pointy Ring Banger wanted MY job......hmmmmmm, have fun, dude.   I slowly work my way south, to catch a flight home.   Of course, I draw OD Duty that night.    Had  friend who was also shipping out the next day.   Not too much going on, so we "Pub_crawled along the Kudo Streets.   Finally, with an armful of empty beer bottles, and staggering down some darn alleyway,  we came upon a low wall.     Decided to set all the bottles up on the wall, and try to just shoot them off......

 

I think I might have hit one or two  hard to do with a 1911 slabside at 10 feet, and three sheets to the wind......All of a sudden, all heck breaks loose! 

 

Seems that on the otherside of the wall, was an ARVN MP checkpoint!   Ooops.   Well, we kind of slid down the alleyway, getting as sober as we could, as fast as we could.  Came around the corner and walked up to the station...doing our job, of course.   Asked the NCO what was the trouble?   "VC, VC!"   Dude, there hasn't been any VC since TET 68!    Stand down and relax..

 

Next morning, and hungover, the two of us turned in our gear, got dressed for the flight home.   March 1st, 1972

Leave it to you to cause a little excitement before you you head out