April 7-9, 1969
I was sent to base camp for a few days to take a class on some new electronic devices
that were available for us to use on our SRP missions. Base Camp is made up of all the
logistic people necessary to keep us operating in the field. They made sure our broken
down tracks, weapons and men were either repaired or replaced. They made sure we got our
mail and food to eat. Although we felt alone in the field there was a massive army of people
Base Campers lived in luxury. Hot meals were eaten at a table. Hot showers were available. Clothes were clean and boots were polished. Carrying weapons were not even allowed in base camp and, worst of all, they slept between sheets indoors. Therefore, we felt it was our duty to help them understand what it was like to be in the field. Since we couldn’t take them to the field we tried to bring the field to the Base Camp. So they could experience the day to day fears we lived with, we felt justified in describing:
The POW was not put on display so I did not get to see him, but I asked the guard if they had learned anything from him. The guard said "Yes, he said they are bringing Tanks and Air Power into the area." We both laughed because there was no way that could be true.
However, for the next few days the usual secure sounds of diesel engines and aircraft required a visual conformation before the heart would stop racing. Those enemy lies are so cruel.
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