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B Battery 1st Battalion 27th Artillery Group  25th Infantry Div.2nd Field Force,Vietnam
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MILITARY PAYMENT CERTIFICATE'S,MPC,FUNNY MONEY.THIS IS WHAT WE WHERE PAID WITH.NO REAL DOLLARS.NO COINS.
PLEASE NOTE: THESE ARE 5 CENT AND 10 CENT BILLS.THE STYLE WAS CHANGED FROM TIME TO TIME,TO KEEP THE VIETNAMESE FROM HOARDING.
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SOMEWHERE SOUTH VIETNAM

Dear Civilians, Friends, Drafts Dodgers, Etc,:
         In the very near future the undersigned will once again be in your midst, dehydrated and desmoralized, to take his place again as human being with the well knew form of freedom and justice for all; engage in life, Liberty and the somewhat delayed pursuit of Happiness. In making your joyus preparations to welcome him back into organized society you might take certain steps to make allownces for the crude enviroment which has been his miserable lot for the past twelve months. In other words he might a little asiatic from the Vietnameseitis and Overseasitis, and should be handle with care. Don't be alarmed if he is infected with all forms of rare tropical diseases. A little time in the " Land of the Big PX " will cure this malady.
Therefore, show no alarm if he insist in carrying a weapon to the dinner table, looks around for his steelpot when offer a chair, or wakes you up in the middle of the night for guard duty. Keep cool when he pours gravy in his dessert at dinner. Pertent not to notice if he eats with his fingers instead of silverware and perfers C-rations to steak. Take it with a smile when he insist on diggin up the garden to fill sandbags for the bunker he is building. Be tolerant when he takes his blanket and sheet off the bed ahnd puts them on the floor to sleep on.
Abstain from saying anything about powdered eggs, dehydrated potatoes, fried rice, fresh milk or ice cream. Do not be alarmed if he jumps up from the dinner table and rush to the garbage can and wash his dish with a toilet brush. After all this has been his standard. Also if it start to rain pay no attention to him if he pulls off his clothes, grab a bar of soap and a towel and runs outdoors for a shower.
When in his daily conversation he utters such thing as "Xin Loi" and "Choi Hoi", just be patient, and simply leave quietly if he by some chance he utters "Di Di" with an irritated look on his face because it means no less that "Get out of here." Do not let it shake you if he picks up the phone and yells "Typhone forward, sir" or says "Roger out" for "Good by" or simply shouts "Working!"
Never ask why the Jones son had a higher rank than he had, and by no means mention the term "Extend". Pertent not to notice if at a restaurant he calls the waitress "Numba one girl" and uses his hat as an ashtray. He will probably keep listening for "Homeward Bound" to sound off over AFRS. If he does, comfort him for he is still reinacing. Be specially watchful when he is in the presence of a woman especially a beautiful woman, after all he hasn't seen one in Vietnam.
Above all, keep in mind that tanned, and rugged exterior there is a heart of gold (the only thing he has left). Treat him with kindness, tolerance and you will be able to rehabilitate that which was once (and is now a hollow shell of the happy-go-lucky guy you use to know and loved.
Last, but not least, send no more mail to the APO. Fill the ice box with food, get the civies out the mothball, fill the car with food, get the women and the children off the street......... BECAUSE THIS MAN COMING HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ME AGAIN 5 DAYS AND A WAKE UP....
THATS VIETNAM FOR "I AM GOING HOME ON THE MORNING OF THE 6TH DAY"
THERE IS A LOT OF DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE FIRST PICTURE OF A SMILING YOUNG MAN AND THE ONE YOU SEE ABOVE
SHARPSHOOTER
B Battery 1st Battalion 27th Artillery Group  25th Infantry Div.2nd Field Force,Vietnam
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A FEW FACTS


122mm Rocket - A VC/NVA rocket (with booster) capable of flying 22 kilometers. Larger than a U.S. mortar (81mm) by fifty percent.


Anti-Malaria Pills - Ingested on a daily basis, and/or once a week while stationed in South East Asia.


ARVN - Army of the Republic of (South) Vietnam.


Bac Si - Vietnamese for a medic helping civilians.


Bennies - Warm beer and mail from the world.


Body Bag - A black plastic bag used to transport dead personnel.


Boonies or Bush - Informal term for the field or jungle.


Buy (bought) the farm - Die, or death.


C-Ration - Combat Ration. Three meals comprised one C-ration. One ration is the food required for one man for one day. There were twelve C-rations in a case in Vietnam. C-1 (C-Ration) had fruit in it in Vietnam. Ham & limas was the least favored C-ration meal in Vietnam. Paste with bad taste.


Cherry - A new person in a unit without combat experience.


Combat Pay - Added $50 to $65 (per month) to the U.S. military serving in Vietnam.


Di di mau - Vietnamese, to send away. Go, or get out.


Doughnut dolly - The name given a woman Red Cross volunteer in Vietnam.


Fire Mission - Artillery fire.


Gook - Derogatory term for Vietnamese.
MY MOTHER SAVED THIS FROM THE LOCAL PAPER.SHE ALWAYS CALLED ME JIMMY,NOT JAMES.
PLEASE NOTE:AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS TELEGRAM IT ASKED FOR SUGGESTIONS."LEARN HOW TO TYPE AND SPELL".ALSO IT WAS MY LEFT ARM.I STILL HAVE THE SCAR AND IT WAS A 122MM ROCKET,NOT A MORTAR
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On the Road to Tay Ninh

An old Bus
burning
dead upon it's side.

Cargo strewn lifeless
       like garbage bags untied .                                                                                     
A Catholic priest stands trembling;
his faith itself seems tried.

I clutch my offering!
A torn orphan
burnt upon the altar
of a War not satisfied.
Always lusting after innocence
to feed its greed
and pride.

...and the Priest stumbles.....
falls weeping amidst the tangled corpses
grasping
in vain of a life
denied.

Two old Monks in silent
saffron
comfort him;
Ecumenically allied!

My dead child bleeds upon my chest
and into my heart.
I weep
tears of truth........
I weep the blood of Christ
upon a child's corpse.

I prepare my hatred
and go forth
Alone!

Nether the hand of God
nor Mary's tears
can hold me.

I am a Soldier now
and
Forever.......A Soldier now
and
forever!

RedCowboy
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