Well tomorrow morning we leave about 1AM to surround a village and try and catch some gooks. Sometimes we do and sometimes we don’t. When it gets daylight the National Police come in and search it. We should be done about noon or a little after.
Excerpt from letter home dated 16 October 1967
Beige uniforms are Vietnamese National Police or “White Mice”.
Remember the night movements in the Bong Son where we would surround a village. The White Mice would be flown in after daylight and search/interrogate. We would eat donuts and drink coffee that was flown into us.
Description on back of above picture
I found a photocopied letter with my dad’s Vietnam stuff and I thought I would share excerpts of it. Handwritten at the top is the following: Letter from Lt Simm from hospital after he was wounded. I don’t who the recipient was.
25 March 1968
I got your letter and the picture & I sure enjoyed hearing from you. Hey, that military courtesy was really something now that I’m First Lt and you’re a big, mean old Sgt. Congratulations on your promotion and on making it home.
It sure was nice to see you guys drinking and having fun on duty-reminded me of old times. I guess the third platoon will always be the same-not much for garrison, but tremendous in the field. Captain Brett wrote me how proud he was of you and the rest of the Company for what you did in the Bong Song fight. I will always regret missing out on it-I really hated to leave the field. But while you were fighting the NVA I was fighting for my life in the hospital. We both were. Continue reading
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June 17, 1967
Hi Dad & Mom
Well they told us today that we would be moving to the Bong Song Plains or Bong Song mountains, which one I don’t know yet. We’ll move out no doubt in the morning tomorrow by copters.
I just came back from a village where we bought some cokes for 40 cents a piece. That cheap, they were 50 cents must be a Saturday sale. I then went and ate dinner and in the chow line a guy said that it would be the day after tomorrow, so who knows what will happen. You can’t believe Continue reading