As I remember it, Gordon had his father send him one of these porta potty seats because he was too fastidious to squat and shit in the bushes like the rest of us when pulling guard or otherwise out in the boonies. He used to haul it along whenever he pulled guard duty. This lasted for a few weeks until the hooting, hollering and general derision from the rest of us became more onerous (distressing) than the squatting. Thereafter, the potty seat was hung on the wall in a place of honor and only used as a background prop to the other craziness going on.

Phu Bai in '65 Photo's by: Bob Redding...sent to me by Roger Blake.

I'm still experimenting with the scanner. Attached is a photo of one of the House mouses at Phu Bai. She lived in Hue. In addition to shining my shoes and washing my clothes, she used to bring me sweet french bread. Nice lady - makes me wonder what happened to her. I think she may have gone to work at the e.m. club. Does she look familiar Danny?

Here is a slide taken of the center entrance to Row B of the trailers. When I first got to the 8th RRFS I was billeted in tents that were erected on what was trailer row A. After Row A was destroyed in a rocket attack, they bulldozed the wreckage away and put up tents. If you lok close, you can see one of the Vietnamese house mouses sitting in the doorway shining boots.

Here is a photo I took while pulling guard duty on the Phu Bai perimeter. The guy on the lower left is George Powell, a Vietnamese lingy from Chicago. The guy sitting on top holding an M14 is Herb Anderson, from Philedelphia. I think the guys name on the lower right with the Spec 5 patch is Kelly something who was a crypt analyst type. If my memory serves me, we had just rebuilt most of the bunkers on the perimeter during the preceding weeks in addition to our other regular duties.

George Powell looking into a box of C-rations. The guy on the right is Kelly something, whose whole name escapes me. Since you had to miss evening chow at the 8th when pulling guard duty, they issued us C-rats. I think most of us felt the same when openiong them up ---- "What the hell is this?"

...a portion of the big Phu Bai ammo dump taken from one of the perimeter bunkers we had to guard. Hill 180 is in the background. For some reason my memories always placed the ammo dump much closer to the bunkers. Almost everytime I pulled guard duty in this area I hoped no one would start shooting because one stray shot could well result us guys in the bunker getting blown 50 feet in the air. It always made me jumpy knowing there were pallets of 155 artillery shells within close proximity to the bunker.