I have a letter written to me by a South Vietnamese
Special Forces Sgt. from the base at Nam Dong and/or Ta Rau.
I have included a picture of him and his chargers just before we took them
into the field on a patrol. He is the tallest person with the helmet,
second from the left. He was amazed that we would treat him as an
equal and our friend. I ran into him a number of times at Nam Dong
and Da Nang. In his letter he refers to me as "Captain" and must
have misinterpreted the abbreviation for Cpl. as Capt.
He really liked my German Luger which I carried in
a shoulder holster. I let him try it on and took his picture by the
M60 in my plane. I hope he made it through the attack at Nam Dong
on July 5, 1964.
I retrieved the following letter from a trunk
in the attic, it says a lot about who we were when we were there.
Dear Captain Smith,
Late on helicrp I thought to much about your good heart and promised myself that I would show my thanks and hoped I did make aquaintance with you, but sometimes one big question come to my mind that was only Sargent and could not look you as my friend. ( however my friends who told me that American look every man as friends, did not care officers or first class, rich or poor so my letter will not be ashamed, is that right Sir?
My name is Phat , was in Vietnamese Special Forces. I train ( teach) right now; Strike Forces.
Please, you let me now about you, wealth, family, and write to me long and long.
I stop here with my best regards to you and to your family.
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