Daily Grind


We may not have been captured, but we were captive—restricted to a fire support base as our lives dragged along second by second. It was a year’s tour –32,672,800 seconds with no place to go. Instead, we spent those seconds firing our howitzers at different times of day and from different places, never stopping for long. It was 24/7, relentless and mind numbing.

Inside, our little circle of strangers dealt with the pressures of a war zone and the politics and the civil rights and anti-war movements back home, all putting a strain on both individual relationships and group dynamics. With no chance at restful sleep, we existed in a state of near collapse and mental fog, evidenced by what we called the 1,000 yard stare.

That we never had a “shoot out” inside the FSB was amazing, as most men kept 15 rounds in their 20 round M-16 clips, with a round in the chamber, Some left the safety off and carried the rifle with them everywhere. In an instant, an impulse could become an act.



Time to Party

Nightclub needed


Dave Seim

Open Wide

Beans & franks


Comforts of home

Night Flight

Getting dark

Weed Control

No hoe needed

105MM Firing



Clean gun

Mr. Clean

Sgt. Pierce

Aim High

Ready to go

Ammo Preparation

Every day

Move Out

Unusual helicopter

Goof-off Power

Sandbag that pile

Black Power

Bob Kelly

Road Trip

Move out

Unknown Officer

Forgotten celebration

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