My Hooch
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
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
This is the area inside my Hooch where I slept.
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.
Vietnamese Maid
This was Bay our Mama-San.
Vietnamese Maid
This was one of our Vietnamese Maids. We called her Baby-San, because she was younger than Bay our Mama-San.