Isn't it funny how small Dong Tam was, yet it was large enough that you never saw the boxing ring and I only ever saw 1 Donut Dolly (At Div. HQ when I went over to fix their intercom system). I also have a picture of a "babysan" standing in front of the Dong Tam miniature golf course (I could send you that one if you would like). I didn't send it to you because I thought that people would think we had it too easy at Dong Tam knowing we actually had a swimming pool, miniature golf course, and a boxing ring. I never used any of them myself, but they were there. It seemed like all I did was eat, sleep, work, drink beer, play poker, guard the perimeter and write letters home. I used to like to take a six-pack up on top of our company bunker at night, lay on a cot, and watch the Cobras bring smoke in the distance, with their rockets and mini-guns. I would see a couple of tracers from VC going up from the jungle toward a Cobra, then all of a sudden, all hell would break loose from the Cobra down at the jungle. To me that was a lot of fun to watch. I think, were it not for choppers, you and I would have never made it home. Choppers Ruled in the Delta. Like Col. Hackworth said, "400 acres of sitting ducks".
When I received
John's pictures, I emailed him, "You look very dangerous in the photos with
weapons." He replied:
John, Donut Dollies learned many new phrases in Nam.