Sailor in Viet Nam—Story 3
About six months into my tour of duty I was “given” a ROK (Republic of Korea) MP Counterpart. One morning I was invited into the Korean compound to witness the official assignment. During the proceedings, the Platoon Sergeant broke into almost perfect English. He instructed the Corporal that if “your American” comes back with a broken arm, you better have one also.
During the next several weeks, we drank a lot , chased a lot of women, got into a little trouble, and caught a lot of “bad guys.” One night in particular comes to mind.
(While Off Duty) We were “checking out” the Cabbage Patch area, a large complex on the East side of DaNang. An area that houses many ladies of the evening. We received a desperate sounding call for assistance from a Korean construction company that was under fire. We jumped into our clothes or was it the jeep, time kinda dims the memory. Anyway we headed towards all the noise. I was driving and Kim was shooting the M-60 at something. He kept bitching about my driving, so I through out the beer and started concentrating on staying on the road.
We continued down a hill towards the construction site because we were to drunk to turn around. Kim was still shooting or his finger was stuck, I don’t know. I headed for a big “duce-and-half” truck where the workers were under. Kim was still shooting, I never slowed down but spun the jeep around the truck. The Koreans, somehow, jumped onto the jeep and I drove back up the hill.
The Korean Civilian workers threw us a huge party that lasted several days. Kim and I were given some kind of Korean Medals, some “stinky” food and some fat ugly girls. (or was it fat ugly food and……………never mind)
I swear that the above is the truth, because they told me it was. I don’t remember any of it except for the immense headache.
Gary Walker “the misplaced Submariner”