A good evening on "the Rock"

By: Geoffrey Harp

Great story. A friend, and I, also on our way across “the pond,’ in November 1967, could not find the hole in the fence either. Kin Village, and all of it’s willing honeys, was too much for us to resist. We climbed the fence. While I was half way over, the MPs arrived. I leaped, and my pants caught, and loudly ripped. I almost left the best part of me up on the barbed wire! We ducked out of sight and made our way to town. Our first stop was what appeared to be a nice little hotel. What a beautiful “house” it turned out to be. The Mamasan took one look at my torn pants and said, “You give, I fix , you go upstairs. You no need pants here.” When I happily came back down stairs a short time (no play on words) later, the old gal handed me my mended pants. They were as good as new, and so was I. My friend,and I spent the evening hopping a few bars, and then finished off at another nice “house’ before climbing back in to the confines of Camp Hanson. Had we been caught, what in the hell would they have done to us. Sent us to Vietnam?! First Recon Bn. was awaiting my arrival.

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13 comments


  • Joe

    Back in May of 65 there was a hole under the fence in front of the motor pool. Unfortunately I found out the hard way that there was also a binjo ditch right in front of it hidden in the grass. I was caught by a guard when he heard the splash but he told me to haul ass back to the barracks before someone important caught me. I believe I visited Margie’s bar that night and didn’t quite make the midnight curfew.


  • Dennis Wuerth

    Oh what one will do, for a little bit of ‘poon’.


  • Cpl John W. DeStefano (aka duffle bag)

    Well SIR, I suppose that releasing that bolt next to that young Marines head got your “rocks off”. You should have just climbed over the fence yourself, gone into the “Ville”, and found some sexual relief there. On a different note. My experience at Camp Hanson and Kin village were also memorable. I found a different way into the Ville. There was a cave about 50 yds long that went under the fence. It started out pretty easy going. After going about half way through(at that point I had no way of knowing how long it was)I was on hands and knees crawling through water. It was all worth it if for nothing more than a fun memory.


  • Clarence Thrasher

    I was serving as OD one night at Hansen. The Sergeant of the Guard took me down to the hole in the fence. He waited until a Marine attempted to sneak through the hole from Kin Ville after curfew. He let the bolt go home on his M16 right next to the kid’s head. As dark as it was you could see his eyes light up the size of a bowling ball. The SG chewed him out and sent him on his way. We both had a hard time keeping a straight face while the kid was being chewed out!


  • Roy Timmerman

    Agree.


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