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The Mekong Delta was muddy, VERY MUDDY, but you never saw an ARVN look like this, yet they seemed to make an awful lot of noise in the woods and the water, splashing and carrying on like it was a grade school field trip. We never figured out how they could make all that noise and still be dry. And not sweat. And how they found so many targets to recon by fire, usually between them and us, so we that took the fire, and casualties. We thought maybe the ARVN forces were not all working toward the same goals we were...! Not that we could agree on what goals we held to be most sacred, either.
 
The View From The Top Of The Rope!

Pssst! It really was a frog!



 

Legendary First Platoon, Bravo Company Medic, '68-'69, Harold (Doc) Peterson, vastly under sung hero of the realm, reputed by members of First Platoon to be the best medic in all the war, and a one man squad who never slept, refused to give up the Starlite, particularly loved busting caps and saving civilians, carried half the surgical hospital plus enough extra ammo for another platoon on his back, was renowned for telling anyone off regardless of rank if one of his men needed care; WAS A CRACK SHOT WITH A .45, was bullet proof, walked on water, and became quite the nonprofit entrepreneur and Pied Piper (Darth Vader style) of Binh Phuoc. Before his tour was over, Doc designed a contest for killing rats that far exceeded the effectiveness of any plan the US Army had for ridding the country of Communists, and launched the construction and facility of the base's sanitary Steam & Cream, reducing the incidence and costs of STD's among the men drastically. For the past year, 1998-1999, Doc has spearheaded the search for all of us in Bravo, causing an explosion of successfully located brother Panthers. First he wrote letters by hand, countless letters, addressed the envelopes, stamped, and mailed them out, repeatedly, then he went on line, largely with the support of John Spizzirri and others, who seeing him work into the night and all through his weekends, after he would get home from his two jobs and fulfill his responsibilities as caretaker of a children's camp on weekends, felt he could accomplish his goal of seeing every one of us who ever served in the 2/ 47 during all its time in Nam reunited better if he had a computer to use. Of course now we have to put up with him trying to get all of us to keep up with him, but this is a small price to pay to see our friend happy. Thank you, Doc, we are truly blessed to have been assigned to your Company; your Platoon. Yours always. The Management, Staff, Denizens, and Inmates at Hotel Bravo.

Just before Dudley was drafted, he had just gotten married and he and his bride had a puppy that was half collie and half shepherd, that liked to drink beer with them and eat popcorn when they watched TV, then chase pop corn kernels arnound on the waxed floor by running with her hind feet while corraling the kernel with her two front feet pushed out in front of her and her nose on the popcorn, running into anything that got in her way, backing up only to get another good run, then charging off again with her kernel between her feet. Is this a somekind of metaphor for us in the Nam?

Drill Sergeant Francis M. Irby, January '68, Ft. Bliss, Tx.


Our deepest Gratitude for the Sounds used on Hotel Bravo. See the H.B. Credits page.