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I served in the U.S. Air Force from December, 1965 to September, 1970. My first assignment after technical
school at Chanute Air Force Base in Rantoul, Illinois was a 13-month tour of duty in Taiwan. Ch'ing Ch'uan Kang Air Force Base
(CCK, in Chinese ) in central Taiwan outside of Taichung was involved in a major mission
supporting the Vietnam war, and many of us who were stationed there took turns going 'in-country', a month at a time, supporting
CCK's C-130s, which also rotated in and out of the war zone. My first exposure to the war was when I took my turn and spent part of
April and May of 1967 in Danang, Vietnam supporting the mission, working on Hercules C-130 aircraft automatic flight control systems
(auto-pilots) and electronic compass systems.
As my year in Taiwan was coming to an end, I dreaded leaving there. I had fallen in love with the place, and the work on CCK's
C-130s was exciting, fun, and fulfilling. I was told that if I volunteered for a year assignment in Vietnam, I would have a very
good chance of coming back to Taiwan after my year was up. So I did volunteer, and I did go. I got orders for a one year assignment
to Tan Son Nhut Air Force Base near Saigon, the then capitol of South Vietnam. There I would be working on RF-4Cs and RF-101C
photo-reconnaissance aircraft which flew daily missions looking for the bad guys. I'd be maintaining their stability control systems
and electronic compass systems, and the auto-pilot and compass systems of EC-47 electronic warfare aircraft, whose top-secret
mission I never did learn.
Because of the month of temporary duty I served while stationed earlier in Taiwan, I only had to spend 11 months of my 12 month
assignment in Vietnam. I was there during the Tet Offensive in January, 1968, when Tan Son Nhut was attacked many times, and made
it through several other attacks on the base which, being so big and so close to Saigon, was a popular target for the enemy. When I
finally received my orders to return for another assignment to CCK in Taiwan, I was overjoyed! Now I just had to make it through
the remainder of the assignment.
The whole 11 months I was in Vietnam, my mom never knew about it. I'd send letters to my dad at work, telling him of my
experiences there, and other letters home that Mom could read without getting upset. When I got back and told her the truth of
what I did the previous 11 months, she was pretty glad that I hadn't told her. I saved her a lot of worrying, she said.
I made it through the 11 months safely. I still vividly remember the day our charter flight left in the early morning darkness
from Tan Son Nhut heading first for the Philippines, then Taiwan, with hundreds of overjoyed GIs cheering as we lifted off. Looking
out the window, we could see red tracer fire coming up at the plane, which was, fortunately, already too high to be hit. And with
that flight, I said good-bye to Vietnam forever.
Or so I thought. During my second tour of duty in Taiwan, I met and married Mei-O, and, as a married airman, I was able to extend
my 13-month tour to two years. Unfortunately, with the war still going, I ended up spending another two months TDY in Vietnam, occurring
over our first anniversary! Taking a lesson from the experience with my mom, I didn't tell Mei-O I was going there; instead I told her
I was going to Thailand, where CCK also had C-130s on duty. With the help and support of my fellow airmen, she never found out until I
returned and told her.
To see pictures of the aftermath of a rocket attack on Tan Son Nhut Air Force Base, click
here. To see the few pictures I took of Saigon, click
here. And if you want to listen to a 90 minute attack on Tan Son Nhut Air Base (audio only),
click here.
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Preparing for a mission. We occasionally had to go up with the planes to troubleshoot problems
or to calibrate the electronic compass systems. When we did, we'd be issued sidearms, in case the plane went down in enemy
territory. But, because we weren't officially trained in the use of the guns they issued us, they didn't give us any
bullets!
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A haircut and a shave was pretty cheap and convenient from a street-side barber in downtown Saigon (as
long as they didn't slit your throat!) During my first few months in Vietnam, I didn't venture downtown a lot, since I knew I
had many months ahead of me to check the city out. But after the Tet Offensive in January, 1968, downtown was put off limits to
us, so I never made it down there after that and never got any more pictures.
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Occasionally our squadron would go out to the countryside on humanitarian missions. Here we were
bringing school supplies to a small village not too far from Saigon.
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During the trip to the rural village, I got to take a short ride on this ox cart.
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While in Danang, I picked up this K-bar knife (which I still have). We airmen were allowed to buy
liquor from the base exchange, but troops from many units weren't, so I traded a bottle of 99 cent vodka for this knife. I
memorialized the event on the back.
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During the Tet Offensive in January, 1968, we filled thousands of sandbags to protect various
areas of Tan Son Nhut Air Base. One of my friends caught me taking a break.
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In our avionics shop at Tan Son Nhut, summer of '68. This picture is in pretty bad shape; it's torn
with a hole in the middle and tape holding it together (I have no idea how it got that way!), but I was able to fix it up a
bit to include it here.
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Outside our barracks. We didn't do this all the time, but we had to fill our free time doing
something. (No, I'm not in this picture.)
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Our squadron's monkey mascot. I don't know where he came from and he wasn't there the whole
time I was there, but I do remember him hanging around with us for a while.
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The night before I took this picture, at around 3 A.M., I was riding our squadron bicycle from our
avionics shop to the mail room to get everyone's mail (we took turns) when rockets starting raining onto Tan Son Nhut. I
immediately dumped my bike along side the road and laid down in a drainage ditch right in front of this building. The rockets
were close and loud - the pock marks on the side of this building were from shrapnel from one of them hitting so nearby. I
made it through the attack safely, then returned the next morning to get this picture.
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Our base was always full of Vietnamese workers doing all sorts of odd jobs. When they didn't
show up on certain days or if they left early, we knew we were in for a rocket attack that day.
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Downtown Saigon was full of scenes like this and this.
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