My Hootch

We Gotta Get Outta This Place is Playing.



Flares in the night.
Flares in the night above the ARVN guard tower

This picture of flares in the night gives me a vivid flashback to those long ago sticky humid nights in Viet Nam filled with unknown danger. The flares were dropped through out the night and several could be seen at all times. Walking near my Hootch one evening, I was startled when I heard wind spilling from the parachute of a spent flare as it landed next to me.


Sunrise from the upper south side of my Hootch.
Sunrise

Sunrise from the upper south side of my Hootch. I arived at my Hootch shortly after dawn on the day of the attack.


Inside my Hootch
Inside my Hootch

This is the area inside my Hootch where I slept.


The Hall Way down the center of my Hootch.
Hall Way

I ran down this Hall Way in the center of my Hootch, during the rocket attack, as I headed for the bunker outside.


This was Bie our MaMa Sahn.
Vietnamese Maid

This was Bie our MaMa Sahn.


One of our Vietnamese Maids we called Baby Sahn.
Vietnamese Maid

This was one of our Vietnamese Maids. We called her Baby Sahn, because she was younger than Bie our MaMa Sahn.



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