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| This is "the kid" (me) as a FNG. God, I wish I was still that thin! |
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This is "the kid" (me), no longer a FNG. That's the ass-end of the rocket I mentioned. This was just after the all-clear. It was still hot to the touch. (Look at that smile. Already starting to learn how to "stuff" the horror of it all.) |
| This was out on Fox Trot sector of the perimeter where we pulled guard. Once in a blue moon it was a day shift. Hotter than hell. We made an "umbrella" out of an old door and a poncho. Notice my M14 leaning against the back pole. Selector switch and all. |
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Hill 180 as seen from Fox Trot sector of the perimeter during the day. They were setting off some kind of ordinance, demolition I assume. Never knew for sure. Damn sure got our attention though. (See next picture a moment later.) |
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Hill 180 again, a moment later. |
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