Uncle Sam
Ain’t Released Me Yet
Memoirs of a REMF
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2016 by Robert B. Martin, IV
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Chapter
25
My New Home and Job
“We’re a
long, long way from home. Home’s a long, long way from us.”..........Bruce
Springsteen
Part
II….
Our
battalion was fortunate to have a mess hall that normally served three hot meals
a day. Very little, if any, fresh foods were available. We had powdered milk,
powdered eggs, instant potatoes, and canned meats and vegetables. My favorite
breakfast item was SOS (“Shit On a Shingle”), which was browned ground beef in white
“sawmill” gravy on a piece of toast. The beverage most days was coffee,
powdered milk, Kool Aid, or iced tea (without the ice).
The
cooks did the best they could with what they had and it sure beat C-Rations.
They tried to do a little better on holidays. On Thanksgiving and Christmas, a
large roasted turkey and baked ham were displayed near the entrance to the mess
hall for all to see as they entered. I don’t know who eventually got to eat the
turkeys and hams, but it wasn’t me or anyone I knew.
Receiving
food packages in the mail was always a special treat. Canned ham was one of the
best food items to receive in the mail. A lot of ham came squeezed into those
cans and it wouldn’t spoil during shipping.
The
battalion often held “barbecues” for the men. The mess sergeant set up a large
outdoor grill and served steaks, chicken, hamburgers, baked beans, and beer.
All of the officers came and mingled with the troops, but they had their own
table for eating. Everyone else stood or sat on the ground.
It was
a good idea to keep a few boxes of C-Rations squirreled away in case you
couldn’t make it to the mess hall or you had the midnight munchies. This wasn’t
like home, where you could run to the refrigerator anytime you were hungry
(even though some guys did have their own small refrigerators).
Each case of C’s contained twelve meals
and four small, simple can openers (called a “P-38”). It was a good idea to
keep one of these with you at all times. Most guys kept one on their dog tag
chain so it would be handy when needed.
Some of the “entrees” you might find in your box of C’s
included:
· Beef Steak with Potatoes and Gravy
· Spiced Beef
· Ham and Eggs
· Chopped Ham Slices
· Turkey Loaf
· Meat Loaf
· Beans and Wieners
· Spaghetti and Meatballs
· Ham and Lima Beans
· Boned Chicken
· Chicken and Noodles
Each box of C’s also contained an “accessory packet,” which
included a plastic spoon, salt & pepper, instant coffee, sugar, non-dairy
creamer, chewing gum, cigarettes (a 4-pack of Winston, Marlboro, Salem, Pall
Mall, Camel, Chesterfield, Kent, Lucky Strike, or Kool), matches, and moisture
resistant toilet paper (don’t ask).
Some C’s were better than others.
Although not everyone agreed on which ones were the best, most guys agreed that
Ham and Lima Beans (aka “Ham and muthas”) was the worst. A lot of trading usually
went on after C’s were distributed. I didn’t smoke and could use the cigarettes
from my C’s for trading.
The small cans of fruit in the C’s were extremely
popular. The fruit might be applesauce, fruit cocktail, peaches, or pears. C’s
also included snack or dessert items such as crackers and peanut butter or
pimento cheese spread, a chocolate bar, fruit cake, pecan roll, or pound cake
(my favorite). You might also get lucky and find cocoa beverage powder or jam
(apple, berry, grape, mixed fruit, or strawberry).
It was
rumored that many of the C’s were left over from World War II. Perhaps that is
why they needed a little help in the flavor department. I quickly learned the
taste of C’s could be greatly improved with a generous dash of Tabasco Sauce.
In fact, Tabasco Sauce was so popular, that it’s maker, the McIlhenny Company,
would send a free bottle of sauce plus a cookbook entitled, “THE CHARLIE RATION COOKBOOK or No Food Is Too Good for The Man Up Front”
to any service member who wrote and asked for it. Brigadier General Walter S.
McIlhenny, son of the second president of McIlhenny Company, was responsible
for this idea after he served in Vietnam in 1966.
Some
of the recipes contained in the cookbook were for dishes such as the following:
·
Fox Hole Dinner for Two (Turkey and Chicken
Poulette)
·
Soup Du Jour
·
Breast of Chicken Under Bullets
·
Battlefield PuPu (Chicken with Peanut Butter
Sauce)
·
Tin Can Casserole
·
Combat Zone Burgoo
·
Rice Patty Shrimp
There
were three clubs in our battalion. An EM Club (for enlisted men of ranks E-1
through E-4), an NCO Club (for enlisted men E-5 and above), and an O Club (for
officers). I don’t believe there was a Senior NCO club (for E-7 and above) in
our battalion area. The Army was a big believer in “rank has its privileges”
and managed to keep the lower ranks separated from the “lifers.”
The EM
Club was where I would go for a beer until I was promoted to SP5 (E-5) and
could go to the NCO Club. Even after making SP5 I often went to the EM Club
because most of my friends were E-4 or below. The EM Club was probably the only
building in the battalion area made of concrete blocks with a concrete floor.
If I remember correctly it was small, about half the size of a hooch. A short
wooden bar with stools and several tables with chairs furnished the club. There
were a couple of “Coca Cola” drink boxes (the kind with a hinged top) behind
the bar and a radio that provided music courtesy of AFVN (Armed Forces Vietnam
Network).
The O
Club was next door to the H&HB CP so I was able to see the club’s interior.
It was a hooch that had been converted into a club. The officers made a few
alterations in an attempt to make it more comfortable and to allow them, I
suppose, to pretend they were somewhere other than Vietnam. They even managed
to obtain a window air conditioning unit, which seemed like a foolish idea.
Hooches were screen, plywood, and tin with absolutely no insulation. Putting an
air conditioner into something like that would be totally useless. But the
officers covered the screens with sheets of thick polyethylene and used plywood
to add interior walls. They filled the area between the interior and exterior
plywood walls with Styrofoam “peanuts” from the crates of artillery shells as
insulation. The air conditioner did actually cool the club down by a few
degrees, especially if the officer stood directly in front of the unit.
My
first day at Camp Eagle was a hot one so that night I visited the EM Club
looking forward to a cold beer. I ordered a PBR (Pabst Blue Ribbon). The
bartender opened one of the Coca Cola boxes, pulled out a can of beer, and sat
it in front of me. I picked up the can and was startled and disappointed to
discover that it was hot.
“Hey,
this beer is hot!” I said.
The
bartender then told me the Coca Cola boxes were only used for storing the beer
and soft drinks. They weren’t refrigerated and there was no ice available to
put in them. Those boxes hadn’t actually chilled anything in years.
One
night when I was in the EM club we were visited by a couple of Donut Dollies.
Donut Dollies worked for the American Red Cross Supplemental Recreation
Overseas program. These were young women with college degrees who spent one
year in Vietnam as morale boosters for the GI’s. That night they divided us
into two teams to play a quiz show type of game. I remember one of the
categories was “Drugs and Disorders,” which seemed kind of strange for a group
of GI’s. My team won handily (being a pharmacist didn’t hurt). I believe that
was the only time I ever saw a Donut Dollie.
The
more common beer brands in the EM club included Hamms, Pabst Blue Ribbon,
Budweiser, Carling Black Label, and Falstaff (lite beer had not yet been
invented, thank God). I had always been a PBR man so I was happy. Black Label
was not considered a very desirable brew, especially when hot and it should
come as no surprise to learn that Carling Black Label beer did not sell very
well. Therefore, it was often the only beer available before the monthly
resupply was received. After the new supply came in the club would hold back
the new beer until all of the remaining Black Label had been sold.
Fresca
was the soft drink equivalent of Black Label. If you thought hot Black Label
beer was awful, you would probably agree that a hot Fresca was the worse
tasting soft drink ever made. If any Fresca was still in stock at resupply, it too
would have to be sold before any of the new supply of soft drinks was sold.
One of
our monthly re-supply shipments of beer and soft drinks was delayed because of
a VC attack on the antiquated Vietnamese train used to haul many of our
supplies from the port in Danang.
Most of the beer and soft drink cases were badly shot up, leaving us only with
Fresca and Black Label until the shipment could be replaced. War was hell.
The
Vogel Amphitheater was located next to the EM club. It was named after a former
Battalion Commander who was KIA prior to my arrival. The amphitheater had a
wooden stage with a large back wall painted white on which movies were
projected several nights a week. Benches were constructed by nailing boards
across the tops of posts that had been driven into the ground leaving a couple
of feet of the post above ground. The benches were in rows that formed a
semi-circle in front of the stage. The hill provided a natural incline for the
benches and gave the amphitheater somewhat of a “theater-type seating” feel.
The
amphitheater played host to USO shows that featured bands with go-go dancers
performing the latest hits from the US. Most of these groups were Filipino,
Korean, Asian, or occasionally, Aussie bands that did a pretty good job
covering British and American rock groups.
Continued in Chapter 26, Red Alert!…
2 comments :
Warm beer?! Surely that was a violation of some rule somewhere.
Should have been! But the Army didn't much care.
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