By Steve Walker
In 1970, my worst
nightmare occurred. I was unceremoniously deployed to South Vietnam .
After graduating from Texas Wesleyan College
(now University) in Fort Worth
in 1969 and voted “Most Likely to Succeed,” I was inducted into the Army
September 8th of that year.
How do you define success?
Certainly it was not my idea of success when I found myself in jungle fatigues
in the northern area of South Vietnam in a city called Phu Bai, being shot at
all the time. It was the home of the 101st Airborne Rangers affectionately
referred to as the “Screaming Eagles,” in reference to their arm patch
insignias on their uniforms. Those of us not a part of the “Screaming Eagles”
referred to them as the “Puking Buzzards!” That is yet another story.
Well after three draft
notices, in 1966, 1967 & finally 1969, I finally gave up trying to stay out
of the Army to pursue a career and enlisted for active duty. What was I
thinking?
My faulty logic at the
time was that I was a college graduate and if I enlisted I would not be sent to
Viet Nam
since only non college draftees were deployed. Or so I thought. Not bad for a
college graduate who had the world at his disposal. Well obviously the faulty
logic didn’t kick in and there I was trying to figure out what happened as I
processed into my unit the 148th Supply & Service Company.
Turns out my new unit supplied the Northern I Corps as we called it with graves registration, Bakery, Laundry, and Class One Yard. (Supplies to build 8-man “hootches,” offices, post office, command posts and any other building that needed to be erected)
We also supplied all the
food for the northern quadrant of South Vietnam . We were 40 miles
from the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ) that crossed over into North Vietnam .
Those who lived in North
Vietnam were called the Viet Cong, our
enemies.
We engaged them on many
occasions. We were constantly barraged with mortars and incoming rounds on a
weekly basis. I was once assigned to go on a “mine sweep” of the area to detect
explosives and hidden land mines. Fortunately I never encountered any.
During my one year “tour”
of an exotic country, I spent most of my time praying a lot, ducking and
counting down the days to go home.
My job assignment of all
things was unit mail clerk. In other words I was the mailman who delivered the
“Dear John,” letters. Who knew? Now I understand where the term “going postal”
came from.
When a soldier received a
“Dear John Letter,” the comment was always that “Jody got your girl.” Those in
the military know exactly what I am talking about. The sad news is that I
believe I was the only unit mail clerk in country who delivered his own “Dear
John” letter. That was really rude if you ask me.
Oh I forgot. Just before I
deployed I got married. Obviously that turned out well. I did eventually get
over it 18 years later! Some of us are slower at processing bad news.
Anyway, as always, what I
write is “Just a Thought.”
Steve Walker is a Vietnam
Veteran and former Justice of the Peace and Journalist. His column “Ask the
Judge” column ran in La Prensa for the last two years.
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