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National Purple Heart Day

8/7/2018

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​Honoring First Platoon members of Company A 3rd Battalion/1st Infantry Regiment 11th Infantry Brigade Americal Division
 
Awarded the Purple Heart
 
June 14, 1969
Bruce Tufts (KIA)
Dennis Rowe
Nick VanDyke
Mike Dankert
 
July 2, 1969
Charlie Deppen
 
July 14, 1969
Dusty Rhoades
Juan Ramos (KIA)
Eldon Reynolds (KIA)
 
August 13, 1969
Robert Swindle (KIA)
Frank Brown
Jerry Ofstedahl (KIA)
Richard Wellman (KIA)
 
August 15, 1969
Joe Mitchell (KIA)
Paul Ponce (KIA)
Danny Carey (KIA)
James Anderson (KIA)
Mike Dankert
Glyn Haynie
Tommy Thompson
Ray Hamilton
Bill Davenport
Ryan Okino
Charlie Deppen
 
January 14, 1970
Roger Kidwell (KIA)
Gary Morris (KIA)
Bill Davenport
Peter Zink
 
March 15, 1970
Willmer Matson (KIA)

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Vietnam Trip – With My Son David

6/21/2018

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I want to give a special thanks to my oldest son, David, for taking time away from his job, wife, children, and grandchildren to be with Mike and me as we make this journey.

David was more than just a helper on the trip. I noticed his concern as Mike and I climbed Hill 411, walked across dikes and trails and through heavily forested areas and climbing up Debbie.
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He was our navigator with my cell phone and Google Maps, and he learned phrases in Vietnamese, Left, Right, Straight and bathroom so he could communicate with the driver. For Mike and me, bathroom was the most important.
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He helped make our trip a success – Thank you son, I love you.
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The three of us getting ready to board our flight from Austin.
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David at the August 15th site.
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David at the August 13th site.
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David at the My Lai Memorial.
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David at the Rice Bowl.
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David on the South China Sea beach.
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Vietnam Trip – Wednesday, June 20, 2018

6/20/2018

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I know why I went back to Vietnam – it was to say goodbye to all my brothers that didn’t come home. I knew I had to be at or near the spot where they took their last step and breath, I needed to be close to them. I wanted to talk to them one last time.

It was through their leadership, friendship, caring, brotherhood and sacrifice that made it possible for me to have a wonderful life that I’ve had over the years, and continue to have. I owe them that life.
Thank you, and you will never be forgotten: Goodbye Bruce Tufts, Juan Ramos, Eldon Reynolds, Jerry Ofstedahl, Robert Swindle, Richard Wellman, Paul Ponce, Joe Mitchell, James Anderson, Danny Carey, Gary Morris, Roger Kidwell, and Willie Matson. Until we meet again.

I will continue to repeat their names every day.
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​Bruce Tufts killed on this hilltop June 14, 1969.
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Juan Ramos and Eldon Reynolds killed in their bunker on Hill 4-11, located in the tree line to the front, July 14, 1969.

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Jerry Ofstedahl, Robert Swindle, and Richard Wellman Killed August 13, 1969, in this area, the water was a trench in 1969.

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Paul Ponce, Joe Mitchell, James Anderson and Danny Carey Killed, to the front center, hedgerow area, of the photograph, August 15, 1969.

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These three platoon members were killed in the mountains that are in the background. We couldn't get to their locations.
Gary Morris and Roger Kidwell Killed January 14, 1970.
Willie Matson Killed March 15, 1970.


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Vietnam Trip – Tuesday, June 19, 2018

6/19/2018

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After getting up early, I got ready for our last day of visiting locations that are important to Mike and I. We had the buffet breakfast and waiting for our driver to pick us up at 7:30. The last couple of mornings we moved the pickup timeout 30 minutes so we could get a little extra rest.
Ben pulled into the hotel street and open the side door for Mike and me and David climbed into the front passenger seat, navigator seat, of the van. We departed for My Lai Massacre Museum in the Quang Ngai area.

If you aren’t familiar with the My Lai Massacre - A young lieutenant, William Calley, a platoon leader in the 11th Brigade Americal Division, and his platoon killed over 500 civilians. Being a career soldier, I wore the Americal Division insignia on my right shoulder for 20 years, and it was immediately associated with the My Lai Massacre. Mike and I were with our unit one year after the massacre occurred, in March 1968 and the area we operated in was just across the river. Mike and I thought we should pay our respects to the civilians that lost their lives that day due to one criminal, a lieutenant.
I found the Museum and Memorial educational and humbling. It was slanted towards North Vietnam and their people, but it should be, it’s their story. The platoon shouldn’t have committed these murders under any circumstances.

I had a woman in her mid-twenties that was with her boyfriend and sister ask me how I felt about the massacre, as she was crying. I told her I thought it was a criminal act, and I felt sorry for villagers that were killed that day. She thanked me and left.

We departed Quang Ngai for the last time and headed north towards Chu Lai. Chu Lai was the Americal Division Headquarters and the location of the Combat Center. The Combat Center is where all division soldiers entered to get transportation to their unit. It was also the location of my rear job, after I left my infantry platoon, where I was responsible for shipping these soldiers to their unit.
After an hour drive, we reached the Combat Center. Of course, nothing was there, but it wasn’t too hard to visualize the layout of the Shipping Shed and where my hooch was. It was at my hooch that Mike came to visit after he got a rear job, and we sat out front watching the South China Sea and sipped on our Jim Beam and Coke and talked of our time together and our platoon brothers. It was the same location we hugged, for what we thought would be the last time, when I left Vietnam to go back to the states.

What a fitting ending to an exciting, unforgettable, and emotional trip back in time. A trip I could only do with Mike.
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More to come tomorrow.
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Monument in the courtyard of the My Lai Massacre Museum.
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A plaque listing the date and the people killed by name.

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​On the trails there are bare feet footprints, boots and marks like something was dragged along the trail.

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This is a replica of a home in the village. This is where I talked to the Vietnamese woman about what occurred.

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A mass grave for some of the victims.

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​Another plaque that's listing the names of the victims.

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Inside the museum that are many artifacts, stories, and photographs of that day. The center picture bottom row is Calley.

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The actual well for the village.
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Mike and David walking along the path.
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Mike and I at the entrance to the Combat Center location.

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To the immediate right of this road would have been the shipping shed and my hooch. Center-left would have been where Wayne, my brother, and I had our hooch when we came into the country.

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Mike and I are standing "about" where my hooch would have been. We drank many a Jim Beam and Coke while looking at the South China Sea.

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During my time at the Combat Center, this would be a more accurate view from my hootch.
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The Division Headquarters location in the distance.
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​The driver gave David and Mike a beer and we talked while the drank the beer. I declined a beer but thought it funny that this was the first and last place that I drank beer in 1969.

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Vietnam Trip – Monday, June 18, 2018, Part II

6/18/2018

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I am back in my room after having dinner with Mike and David. We decided to eat at the hotel restaurant again because of the long travel day. The meal was good, and a little different for my taste. I had “beef” and potatoes with a strange sauce. It was the same meal Mike had last night, so I thought it safe to eat, Mike was still with us. They had pizza.

After we left FSB Debbie, we headed south towards the fire we outran May 24, 1969. We located the hill, but the highway was moved about ¼ up the hillside, therefore by the pictures it does not look as tall. We walked down a trail on the other side of the road, and you could easily add another 200 or more feet to the elevation. Chuck I couldn’t find the stagnate pond we drank from that day.

Next, we headed north toward FSB Charlie Brown and the bridge. We had to make some corrections with my navigation instructions, but we made it to Charlie Brown without a problem. After stopping alongside the road Mike, David and I got out and started taking pictures. We didn’t try to go to the island, seeing it from a distance was good with us. Charlie Brown was the first firebase that Mike and I served on. My memory was mostly pulling KP and poop burning duty. We did get to swim in the South China Sea. Getting to know the platoon members was my best time at Charlie Brown.
After taking many pictures, we loaded back into the van and started driving to the bridge which was only 10 minutes away. At first, we couldn’t find it, but Mike and I saw terrain we recognized and had the driver pull over. We crossed through a small neighborhood and found the road where the bridge should be located. The bridge was moved about 500 meters south, and the river rerouted. However, the area to our front was identical to the last time we were there in 1969, I mean no changes that we could tell.

While standing in amazement of our view, we talked of the patrol that Mike went on into the foothills to our front. The patrol ran into about 17 NVA soldiers, but the platoon sergeant told them to remain hidden. I talked about the Buddist Temple that played strange music, and the monks chanted at night, making the darkness even more strange. David overheard me and saw part of an ornate building through the trees to our rear. We retraced our steps and walked up a path right through the gates of the Temple. I couldn’t believe it.
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Tomorrow we are going to My Lai and then the Combat Center in Chu Lai.
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The hill we ran off with a fire chasing us. It appears that the highway has been moved about halfway up the hill.
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Another picture of hill where we ran from the fire.
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​FSB Charlie Brown, an island in the South China Sea. This was our first Fire Support Base.
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Mike was taking a picture of FSB Charlie Brown, an island in the South China Sea. This was our first Fire Support Base.
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The area in front of the bridge we pulled guard on. The hills to the front are where Mike went on his first patrol. The patrol hid from 17 NVA as they passed by as ordered by the platoon sergeant.
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This is the Buddhist Temple where we heard chants and strange music playing at night.

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Mike is standing at the entrance of the Buddhist Temple.

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Entrance to the Buddhist Temple.
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Vietnam Trip – Monday, June 18, 2018

6/18/2018

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This morning Bihn picked us up on time and we headed south. Our first stop is FSB Debbie. Driving along highway 1 we passed the hill Bruce Tufts died on, and I said my goodbye one more time.

Once we arrived at Debbie, it took 15 minutes or more to get ourselves oriented. We walked up to the base and knew we couldn’t go any further. We decided to go on to the rice bowl where the action occurred on July 2, and the track hit a booby trap several days later. I got us going in the wrong direction, so we needed to turn around. It was at this point we realized we were at the north-west side of Debbie. We stopped at the south side and took more pictures, and the terrain started to seem more familiar.

We then drove to the July 2nd location and found that portion of the rice bowl had completely changed. There is a dam in the middle of the section and the area where we fought that day was under water. And the location where the track exploded was on the backside of the dam. I still sorry for Mike because he was one of three that was assigned to remove the bodies from the track.
On the dam we found a group of teenagers hanging out, and they shouted and waved at us, just like teenagers in the US. When I approached the edge of the dam railing, I stepped into a pile of water buffalo poop, and the group of teenagers started laughing. Heck, I had to laugh with them because it was funny.
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Mike and I talked about the events that surrounded Debbie and Rice Bowl. We decided to drive on to Fire location, FSB Charlie Brown and the bridge.
I will post more after dinner.
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Mike walking along the base of Debbie.
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Fire Support Debbie. This was the second FSB that Mike and I served on.
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Another view of FSB Debbie.
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Mike and I with FSB Debbie in the background.
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​The Rice Bowl where the action of July 2 occurred. Now under water. We are standing on a dam.

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Another view from the dam.
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Mike and I at the Rice Bowl where the action of July 2 occurred. Now under water. We are standing on a dam.

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Mike and I standing on a dam and to our rear near the tower, over MIke's left shoulder, is where the track hit a booby trap.

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​The group of teenagers at the dam. They laughed at me because I stepped in the water buffalo dung.

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Vietnam Trip – Monday, June 18, 2018

6/18/2018

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I’m up early and thought I would share more about yesterday. It was hot, humid and clear skies. The temperature was about 93 with 90% humidity. There were several times that Mike looked at me and asked if I was ok. Did I say it was hot? The heat reminded that I was back in Vietnam.

The driving yesterday was long and tiring, and we were the passengers. The roads we mostly traveled are paved two to four lanes with each lane marked with white or yellow lines and solid white lines for the shoulders, and there were traffic signs and lights. All the above seemed to be for decoration – the drivers rode down the center of the lines weaving, literally missing oncoming traffic by inches. Motorized bikes of all types zoomed all over the roadway but mostly keeping to the right. The horn is the drivers best friend. I learned it is best to watch the scenery out the passenger window and not look through the windshield for the oncoming traffic.

Once we got to the hotel, we cleaned up, changed and met downstairs for dinner. David an Mike wanted to go downtown to find a restaurant, but a rainstorm made the decision easy, eat at the hotel restaurant. The food was great, and we had an opportunity to relax and talk before an early bedtime.
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Time to get ready for breakfast and a long drive to FSB Debbie. Later!
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Vietnam Trip – Sunday, June 17, 2018

6/17/2018

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I rested better last night and was up by 5:00 am for our second travel day. Our goal today was to visit the August 13 ambush site and the Quang Ngai airport that we secured one night. It has been closed for years. After a great breakfast at the hotel, we loaded into the van for the long 2 ½ hour drive back to Quang Ngai.

David became an excellent navigator and worked well with Vinh using my cell phone and Google navigation system. We arrived at the August 13 location, and some landmarks were familiar, but a lot of changes have been made over the years. We walked along a trail and then rice paddy dikes to reach the ambush location where Jerry, Rebel, and Swindle were killed, and Brown wounded.
The large ditch that separated us from the enemy was now used to store water for the crops. It appeared the area was now a flood zone, with markers and foot and car bridges. Mike and I were pretty sure we were “close” to the area where it all happened. We walked and talked for about an hour to make sure this was the spot.

After we said, our goodbye’s to our fallen brothers we drove to the Quang Ngai airfield. We found it deserted and assumed it hasn’t been used for many years. The company had us fly from the mountains to the airfield to pull security for one night and Mike, and I thought we would check it out.
Mike and I decided we would head south to the location were Bruce Tufts was killed, and Mike was wounded. Looking at the Google Maps, I thought we could climb this hill. Once we arrived we knew at once that it would not be possible, there were homes at the base of the hill, and any trail leading up was overgrown. Even if we tried, we would need to cross private property which was not a good idea.

After viewing the hill and talking about that night, we decided to visit Duc Pho (FSB Bronco), the 11th Brigade, Battalion and Company Headquarters. We headed north and arrived at FSB Bronco. We found the company location and nothing appeared the same. It appeared public cemeteries and Martyr (NVA or VC) cemeteries were used where military units built firebases.
I can write much more but getting tired and need to meet Mike and David downstairs for dinner.
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More tomorrow, LZ Debbie and the rice bowl on the schedule.
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​Mike and me in Quang Ngai City while the driver gets ice.
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David in Quang Ngai City while the driver gets ice.

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Binh or driver in Quang Ngai City getting ice. Notice young boy giving Peace Sign, he must know we are Americans.

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This is the August 13 ambush site. A lot different now.
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The August 13 ambush site. Where you see water, there used to be a trench about four feet wide and eight feet deep. Now used to move water to different fields.
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​Mike and I standing where we believe Jerry, Rebel and Swindle were killed and Brown wounded.
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Mike walking across a dike as David and I followed. Seemed like old times!

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Mike wanted to use the footbridge which was a little south of the ambush site.

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​This is a shot of Hill 4-11 and the mountains from the ambush site.

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The Quang Ngai City airfield that we pulled security one night for a suspected attack. Nothing happened.

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This is the hilltop that Bruce Tufts was killed on June 14.

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​Mike and me at the location of the 11th Brigade, 3/1 Battalion, and Company Headquarters, FSB Bronco.

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Vietnam Trip – Saturday, June 16, 2018

6/16/2018

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Once leaving the Hill, we headed east to the ambush site of August 15, 1969. Google map has been a lifesaver so far. We had to go down many narrow roads, room for one car, with forest or houses lining the road. It was about a 20-minute drive from the Hill.

Once Google Maps said we at the location Mike and I looked at each and acknowledge it didn’t look familiar at all. We got out of the car and walked through a thicket of trees and elephant grass into some farmland. It was overgrown and hard to see, and we couldn’t get close enough to the site. We stopped and started pointing out familiar features we remembered that day. We are pretty sure this was the location. We stood and talked about what happened that day. Anyone that was there and looking at our photographs may have difficulty seeing what we saw. You had to be on the ground.
The last stop of the day was the Horseshoe. We stopped at the river and talked about the terrain and mountains that surrounded the horseshoe area.
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When we left this site, we decided to call it a day and head back home. After the 3 hour drive, we cleaned up and went to find something to eat. Mike led the way and stopped at an outside/open café that served American food. There many Australian and French customers eating, drinking and watching the soccer match. After dinner, it was back to the hotel so we can get to bed early.
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​This is the area of the August 15 ambush where a 500-pound bomb was used by the NVA. It is much more overgrown than in 1969.

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Glyn and Mike at the August 15 site.

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​David taking pictures.

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Another view of the August 15 site.

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The Trà Khúc River that helped form what we called the Horseshoe area. It was the end of our operating area.

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The Horseshoe area with mountains in the background.

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Vietnam Trip – Saturday, June 16, 2018

6/16/2018

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I was awake at 4:00 am this morning, exhausted but did not sleep well. I met Mike and David downstairs at 6:30 for breakfast. The hotel had a great breakfast for the guest. Everyone we encountered so far has been great to us.

At 7:00 the driver, Vinh, arrived on time, and we loaded into the van for the 2 ½ hour ride to Quang Ngai. There were many, I mean many, motorcycles and scooters on the road and very few cars. Mike and I watched out the windows and commented on changes to the countryside and the Vietnamese people.

After arriving at Hill 4-11, the driver parked the van, and we got out. Nothing looked the same. The hill was completely overgrown, and there was construction, moving dirt, at the bottom of the hill near where the entrance used to be. We roamed at the base taking some pictures and then followed a trail to the top of the hill. We found many cemeteries among the thick brush and trees. Nothing was familiar. Mike and I located our bunker position, and we located the bunker where Dusty, Chuck, Renolds, Ramos and Okino were.

We drove around the Hill to the north side and walked to the top again. The terrain looked familiar at this location. This is where 2nd and 3rd platoon had their positions. Mike and I talked during the climb and while we on top of the significance of FSB Hill-411 and explained our memories to David. From both locations, we climbed the mountains were visible.
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More pictures later, need to meet Mike and David downstairs for dinner.
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Stopping to get ice for our water on the way to Quang Ngai, Mike and David.
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Mike Dankert and I talking to the two women working at the foot of Hill 4-11 on the south side.
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Mike Dankert and the foot of Hill 4-11 on the south side.
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Mike Dankert and I standing where we believe our bunker position would have been in July 1969.
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Mike Dankert and I are standing where we believe the bunker position of Dusty, Chuck, Juan Ramos and Eldon Renolds would have been in July 1969.
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Walking up the north side of the Hill. This is where 2nd and 3rd platoon had positions.
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One of many cemeteries we found on and around the Hill.
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Looking east from the north side of the hill.
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​Mike and I on the north side of the hill.
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