In the Nam, did you ever just sit back and wonder, “Why me?” My guest this week questioned his role in a war where many of the civilians around him wanted him dead and most people back home didn’t support what he was doing. His worst week in-country was the same week as the historic festival at Woodstock, he fought for his life while others partied. Read what he had to say.
by Preston Ingalls
War is terrifying for all those involved…combatants…civilians, etc. Vietnam was even more challenging than other wars. Mostly because we didn’t have the support of the folks we were supposed to be protecting.
The farmer in the rice patty during the day, maybe a sapper cutting barbed wire and trying to enter our perimeter at night.
That cute teenage girl serving Coke at the stand alongside the road may be loading a mortar tube as a ‘Co Cong’ that evening and zeroing in or our position.
That mamasan with betel nut stained teeth waving to you alongside the road as your APC drives by may be providing barrels of rice to a VC unit after sunset.
Then, we knew the support from the home-front was wavering and floundering by the day. Between the sit-ins, college draft card burnings, massive war protests, and overall anti-war movement, you begin to doubt the sincerity of the intent and purpose for our being there.
Then there was the known corruption of the Saigon government. It was a carousel of governments after Diem’s assassination a few weeks before Kennedy’s assassination.
It was common for wealthy Vietnamese families to bribe their son’s way out of combat roles leaving the poor peasants to shoulder the burden. But we shared similar burdens in the States as the “well to do” avoided sending their kids to war by keeping them in college with student deferments.
The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. Douglas MacArthur
During the week of August 15–18 1969, I was with the 1st Battalion, 50th Infantry (Mech) attached to the 173rd Airborne. The company’s base was LZ North English with the battalion residing at LZ Uplift, and our Area of Operations (AO) covered a large area of Highway QL1 running north and south; our main responsibility was to provide road and bridge security along that stretch of road.
That particular week was a terrifying one for us as we dealt with multiple engagements/contacts. It started with an assault on our position at Sniper’s Island, which was almost overrun; several bridge probes by the enemy; an assault on our perimeter at the hamlet of Tam Quan; and a lost track which was blown up by a mine – two of my buddies died and one sustained severe wounds. It was a horrible, and devastating week.
A Woodstock Comparison
Why do I recall that week in particular? Because it was the same week that over 500,000 of my peers were mesmerized in a drug-induced coma while listening to music at The Woodstock Concert. We both suffered in the rain that week – theirs during a passing storm, ours in the Monsoon rains.
While the Woodstock teenagers wondered about with blankets dragging in the mud looking for something to eat with a serious case of munchies; we were huddled under ponchos trying to eat our lunch and prevent the rainwater from ruining our C-rations.
While the Woodstockers sat on a hill, impatiently waiting for the next musical act to start; we sat atop our APC staring into the blackness of night through a Starlight scope for movement on the perimeter.
My peer at Woodstock suddenly heard the twang of a guitar through the remote speakers and he grinned in anticipation; my buddy on the next APC suddenly heard the sound of barbed wire being clipped in front of his position – his heart stopped.
The 19-year-old stoned Woodstocker flashed a peace sign to another concertgoer who toked on a joint nearby; my brother in arms giving patrol signals to those of us behind him to suddenly stop because he luckily spotted a tripwire to a boobytrap.
A Woodstocker woke up on day two, soaked in urine because of him ‘tripping’ all night after taking a tab of LSD he had gotten from a cool dude from California; my buddy goes to a tree on the edge of the perimeter to take a leak and sees an enemy soldier behind another tree which causes him to piss himself before he can unsling his rifle.
A 21-year old Woodstocker is popping a pill that a 15-year old girl gave him telling him, “it will make you feel groovy, man”; my 21-year old fellow soldier is taking his weekly large orange anti-malaria pill, (cloroquine-primiequine-phosphate) to ward off the effects of malaria – severe diarrhea is a side effect.
My Woodstock peer was lying on the ground chilling with the sound of Jimi Hendrix buzzing in the air; my Vietnam buddy is hugging the ground with the sound of bullets piercing the berm of the rice patty he is hiding behind.
While they were entertained, we were fighting for our lives.
I know that both groups complained about the freakin’ mud, politicians and the war.
Different perspectives for different young adults.
They were clinging to every note…we were clinging to every moment.
Thank you, brother, for another fine piece.
Preston Ingalls has contributed two earlier articles that were published on this website. Click on the following links to check them out:
https://cherrieswriter.com/2020/03/01/camping-with-mary-kate-guest-post/
https://cherrieswriter.com/2020/05/03/my-back-is-to-the-door-attack-at-lz-betty/
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The comparison between soldier and the drug inducted youth of the time is stark but very true. One being constantly alert while the other was blinded by drugs. In the end each saw death and were not welcome by society.
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Excellent. People have a hard time comprehending the weight we carried. I never had a blanket or metal on my webbing. Never had a roof over my head during my tour. Just wouldwrap up in our ponchos and just lay doen on the ground wherever we were. We were always on the go in I Corp. Company A 1/8th 1st Air Cavalry LZ Sharon Quang Tri I Corp Jumping Mustangs 67-68.
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Missed Woodstock.. Was in Vietnam at the time . Attended celebration of life festival. Baton Rouge Louisiana. It was deemed the cursed festival. Not for me, I had a ball.
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Good comparison Woodstock vs Vietnam. Most Americans are ignorant about our Constitution and Communism and are prime candidates for deception. Also they are ignorant about the spiritual world and witchcraft. But they think religion and “education” (indoctrination)is the answer. Blind, deaf and dumb they go into oblivion taking many innocents with them.
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Excellent article,brings back many memories. I was there ,D co ,4th Batt.On Sniper Island with Aussie and Kaz. Many times the 1/50th saved our asses .seven of us were pinned down and surrounded across the bridge in Tan Than with local welcoming party shooting ,trying to get us give our positions away. BUT since we couldn’t shoot back ,we were technically NOT in contact,and until we were -no help (113) was forthcoming.WTF! This I knew was true -because I was the RTO,& informed such. Kazs track was closest across the bridge-all I heard was a calm voice from that position ,throw a frag and run -we did and disobeying a direct order came and got us. It was the same with us-when they hit the booby trapped 105 w/2 KIAs -no one needed ask for volunteers. I still have a photo of the 113 with the old wheeled Cobra insignia painted on side of it.. If you were with the HERD-you were our brothers,then and now. rsb173@aol.com
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I was one of many who volunteered to fight in Vietnam, married with a 30day old son and requested orders from Plt Sgt Hale of the 1/506th Inf, 101st Abn for assignment with the “HERD”, 173RD ABN, after 16 locations in Nam 67-68, I’d do it again, last flight out of LZ English, Bong Son. Loved your article, it’s on point. Thank you and God Bless all us who dared to wear the uniform and fight for what we believed in, I know I can go to heaven and know I made a difference.
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Just read this article and had to respond.
My name is Henry Stiegler and served Dog Company, Mike Platoon, 2nd Squad. Nikname “Aussie”. Remember when we came into Tam Quan and later hooked up with your tracks. Very nice to have those .50 Cals and added M-60’s around. Got friendly with Sgt Buddy Brady and some of the guys on his track, Angelo Sleeper (the Indian) and Lucky Luciano Garza. One of his guys, Kazmierczak wanted to come with my squad on a patrol we were going on to recon Snipers Island. I welcomed an extra man. Unfortunately a booby trap ignited and Kaz was KIA. Again, thank you for the article as it made me recall my good friends from 1/50th. That crew on Buddy’s track saved my squad on a number of times. Eternally greatful.
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Aussie-check comment below bud.
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I was there too. I may have been the Dust Off that picked up your buddies. Really sorry for your friends loss of life.
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I was there, at that time, in that place and yes, Snipers Island was a tough place. It took the lives and limbs of many good men. Good article, good perspective. Proud to serve with D4/503/173rd Airborne Brigade Sky Soldiers.
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I think the soldiers, each and everyone of them, should recieve a medal and be honored every day. I have known a couple of Vietnam vets and heard some stories about the war. I have even welcome some a belated welcome. My dad almost went to vietnam when I was born. He was honorably discharged on medical reason. I thunk those soldiers put their own lives so I and every American to have freedom. They fought where they were sent and deserve our apprication. I for one wouldn’t be able to hear stories like this and do a college paper on this horrible war. Nor would I be able to be honored enough say I am proud of those men in the field and the doctors and nurse who attended the wounded. I have a son who is in the military.
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I do not begrudge people for having better luck than myself. Some days you win and some days you lose!
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I was in Vietnam at that time. Big Red One. Great article. Thanks
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I was in my first Tour and was at Dak To in Aug 69..where I spent 76 Days..! I missed Woodstock..! We were receiving up to 536 Incoming 122mm Rockets, Mortar Fire, and Recoiless Rifle Fire into the Main Base at Dak To..! We were receiving Ammo, Food, etc. via Cargo Planes Rolling along the Airstrip and dumping it out for us to go retrieve.
Among all the Chaos every day and night, the Worst event that I remember was the Entire Crew Of the 6 Men running a 175 Artillery Gun all standing in then open Slamming 175’s back at the Mountain where the122mm and other North Vietnamese Army were firing from. This Gun took A direct Hit from a 122mm Round and all 6 of these Heroes were Gone..this was a 175mm Gun Crew made up of all Black Guys..A Great Team..! They never ever Stopped Firing that gun one Huge Round after the other All day often when we were under a Barrage from the NVA. I assisted in Loading all of these Amazing Heroes in Black Body Bags into a 5 Ton Truck. A Very Solemn and Sad memory that will never leave me. And it should not leave me.
Fuck Woodstock..It did not Matter..!
Michael Ronsiek
Recon Scout
7/17th Air Cavalry
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Well written article
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Ilike the the contrasting stories of what was going on with our youth. My song “19 Years Old” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5Tr1Dd4G2A I will folow you blog.
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I was at Ft. Benning, Georgia with my wife and 3 week old son ( whom I lost to AML 16 yrs ago caused by my exposer to Agent Orange)I was prossesing out of the Army after 3 years, a year and a half in Nam. ( I ETS’D on the 21 of Aug.
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Great article and comparison. I left ‘Nam just before this time frame. I remember LZ English for different reasons. Thanks for the great article and comparison. It makes me smile as I survived with you.
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Nice article. A great comparison of the two different areas of the world. As for me, I was in NAM during that time frame. Would not depart until 7 Dec 69.
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Outstanding
Zelma
Life is Beautiful; Embrace it each and every day.
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well said……….US Army 1st Infantry Division 1972-75
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I think the article is dead on. They still have no idea what we went thru, and we are still discrimated against in the No Care V.A. Health Care System
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Excellent read!. The kids at Woodstock had no idea what other young people were going through in Vietnam
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