My Hooch

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 Hooch 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 Hooch.
Sunrise

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


Inside my Hooch
Inside my Hooch

This is the area inside my Hooch where I slept.


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

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


This was Bay our Mama-San.
Vietnamese Maid

This was Bay our Mama-San.


One of our Vietnamese Maids we called Baby-San.
Vietnamese Maid

This was one of our Vietnamese Maids. We called her Baby-San, because she was younger than Bay our Mama-San.



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