The Marine Corps Made A Thief Out Me

Well maybe not a thief. Allow me to tell my story and you can figure out if my behavior was justified or not. VietNam 1970, my Golf Co. 2/5 was on road security on Highway 1 from Liberty Bridge to our base in An Hoa. My platoon (3rd.) was placed on Hill 34 along this dirt road. We would assist with a mine sweep from An Hoa to the bridge and from time to time go all the way to Division area. And then, provide convoy security back to Hill 34; which was the last Outpost (OP) before you reached our “rear area”. The convoy always carried re-supplies for An Hoa (which included food items!). I’m guessing a few of you are seeing the situation or temptation.

I was often assigned to provide radio service for the sweep up and the ride back even when we weren’t doing the whole distance. This was in order for a few of us to make a run to the PX for cigarettes and other items of importance to grunts. I don’t smoke and always brought back items or the money or would do almost anything to fill the list for my friends. OK! I was dependable and trustworthy and everyone knew it.

So, guys from my platoon and myself were riding back from Liberty Bridge when we notice several cartons labeled hamburgers and more ice cream than anyone one unit (or rear area) could possibly eat. I mean that much food and ice cream will make them sick. So, as the trucks rolled a long passing our Listen Posts and Hill 34, we would throw container of ice cream and cartons hamburgers off. This was done for the goodwill of those in An Hoa who would try to eat too much and get sick. Man! That ice cream was good!! The only problem we ran into was not having ice to keep the ice cream on. One of the ladies who would ride along the road selling ice got caught with razors (or something) in the ice and Battalion would not let the grunts in the brush buy the ice after that. We also learned that it takes a long time and a lot of water to rehydrate (bone hard) hamburgers. We eat what we could and got rid of the boxes and any other evidence—I mean items so the enemy couldn’t get them.

Well, there it is—I admit that I suggested that we help out those poor soul in the rear from eating too much ice cream and making themselves sick. My kindness and concern for those Marines were never mention to anyone beyond the Platoon Lt. (who really liked ice cream). What’s the moto for the Marines? Semper Fi—Always Faithful—especially to those who fought next to me.

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19 comments


  • DALE FRY

    comshaw I haven’t heard that word since we stole [ comshawed ] a bunch of jeeps from the AF. Danang SO V N. Semper Fi !!!


  • Harry

    Hey what happened to my post asking about Hill 34? Harry


  • Harry

    The only hamburger I remember came in a can! The only thing I got close to a real burger was at the USO snackbar at Hill 327 once. Harry RVN 68′


  • Robert E. Hays

    Ice cream. Hamburgers. Where were you? Tahiti? Viet Nam must have changed sine we were there a couple of years earlier. We got two C-Rats a day – MAYBE, if the rear felt like resupplkying us – and we trudged on looking for the fight. Ice cream. SMH.
    /S/ Doc Hays, D 1/4, 3rd Mar Div.


  • Paul E. Pytlik

    Cpl. Paul E. Pytlik . 69 ~ 70, One Week A Month, Me, Road Duty. # 1 Road By Recon Mtn., The 3 Young Kids, Any Info. Kids? Here is Food. C 4 To Cook The Case Food, OK Who’s Going To Stomp It Out,HA HA. FOX 2/5 REIN. Sept. The So. Vietnamese, Were Taking Over An Hoa = At Night, We Went Out More, Protection For Us. Libra, Chicago So. Sider . Now DAV Sr. Vice Commander, Chapter 80, C. P. In. “KEEPING VETS ALIVE” = The Veterans Crisis Line # Is 1-800-273-8255 . PLEASE !


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