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Friday, August 12, 2016

Uncle Sam
Ain’t Released Me Yet

Memoirs of a REMF

Copyright© 2016 by Robert B. Martin, IV
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Chapter 41
Letters From Fourth Graders
“Children make your life important.” .........Erma Bombeck
I was promoted to SP5 (Specialist 5th Class—E-5) in February and my Primary MOS was changed from 13E20 (Fire Direction Control) to 71B30 (Clerk Typist). I was still somewhat ashamed to be nothing more glamorous than a clerk and would rather have kept my 13E20 MOS. I did continue to tell anyone who asked that my MOS was 13E20. I guess I still do sometimes because I’m embarrassed to say I was a clerk-typist. Maybe I should say, “Combat typist!” That sounds better. I learned that term from my son’s father-in-law, also a Vietnam War veteran.
My promotions had come much faster than normal. All of the Time-in-Service and Time-in-Grade requirements were waived because the clerk’s position was an E-5 slot. That was fine by me. Once I made E-5, my pay increased to $254.70 a month plus $105.00 dependent’s allowance. The foreign duty and hostile fire pay did not change. It all came to a total of $440.70 a month, about four times my trainee monthly pay. I continued drawing only $40 cash a month throughout my entire tour. It helped that a service man’s pay in Vietnam was tax-exempt and that postage from Vietnam to the World was free. All you had to do was write the word “FREE” in the upper right-hand corner of the envelope.
I was still losing a significant amount of potential income in the Army. My SP5 pay was less than half of what my civilian pharmacist pay would have been. I considered the lost income a donation to Uncle Sam. At least there was no income tax.
Our battery began receiving letters from a fourth grade glass in California in late 1969, and I still have a few of them from February, 1970. The class adopted our battery as a project for the school year and wrote to us every few weeks with questions they wanted us to answer.
When these cute letters arrived, I would post them on the HQ bulletin for all to see. Each packet we received contained a letter from each of the forty-two students. Most of them also included some artwork, and one kid even sent a rabbit’s foot for good luck. The members of the battery didn’t pay much attention to them, so I tried to answer as many of them as I could. They asked a lot of questions, which I would usually answer in one letter to the class as a whole. Their questions were very simple, such as, “What do you do for entertainment?” I did not mention the porn movies when I answered that question. Several letters mentioned a “Drug Club” they had formed and cautioned us against using drugs.

Continued in Chapter 42, Another Birthday in the Army.

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