Sp4 Milton Pounds
Spec 4, MOS 13E20
HSB 2/9^th, Attached 1/35^th
RVN, 1969

I was HSB 2/9^th attached to 1/35^th as Artillery Liaison from April 1969 to approximately August 1969 and “C” Battery was the direct support for the 1/35^th at that time.  Col English was the CO of 1/35^th.

I can provide documentation for this, but it will take digging out some 4^th Div newspaper articles on the hit at LZ Oasis on 11 May 1969 – Mother’s Day.  The 1/35^th was on stand-down (the 2/35^th had been there earlier) when we were hit.  “C” Battery set up at the Oasis for the stand down.  Anyone there will remember the attack on Mother’s Day.  “A” Btry. was direct support for 1/14^th Inf. and “B” was the 2/35^th direct.   I was transferred to liaison between “A” Btry the 1/14^th on +/- October 1969 after a stay in the 71^st Evac (See "Memories" below).

I had the 2400 to 0400 radio shift in the 1/35 TOC beginning with the first incoming on 11 May 69.  I hit the incoming horn and directed the counter mortar and rocket fire for several nights.  As liaison I had also set up the night fire and counter programs while we were at Oasis.  Hope this is acceptable for “C” providing direct support for 1/35 Inf.  As I remember, “C” was the direct support battery from April ’69 through at least 12-28-69.

It seems that the Liaison people are slipping through the cracks.  My group was Capt. Wheeler, Sgt. William Billy Williams (that is actually his name) of Hurricane, WV, Ricky Mayeda (Japanese American decent from Orange County, CA, Miller, and myself.  I should be able to identify most of the FOs at that time because we worked closely and I was the one who usually delivered the codes.  I do remember Ken (Mad Dog) Jones and a few others.  I’ll have to dig out my small book with the names, etc. of the guys and will send a list of 2/9 an 1/35.

I was fortunate to have a wide experience in Nam .  My MOS was 13E20 and I worked with HSB a couple of weeks at the Oasis before joining liaison at LZ English.  The HSB Sgt. Major wanted me to stay at HSB Oasis, but I told him I “wanted to be in the field” – first time I saw him turn purple.  While at Oasis I also worked with the 1/35^th S-2, Cpt. Knight – who wanted me to transfer to 1/35^th S-2 – the first of several offers, but I had enlisted and asked for Artillery.  As liaison, we shared the 1/35 TOC, ate with the 2/9^th – better food - , handled recon and different missions, etc. I had less restrictions and a greater freedom (two different things) than most redlegs – and took advantage of the situation.  After spending 28 days at the 71^st Evac, I was placed in charge of several convoys while recuperating and then headed back to the field.

Some guys will remember the painted cartoons in the mess hall at Camp Enari .  I did these while recuperating.  With the blessing of Sgt. Newell (Mess Sgt.) I took some wonderful shots at the brass, senior NCOs (second time Sgt. Major turned purple) and WOs.

Here are some of the 2/9th and 1/35th men in 1969:

I have photos of the following LZs:  

The following LZ were 1/35^th base with “C” Btry direct support:

Oasis   (the, 1/15^th 155 SP at the Rock Quarry provided direct support to LZ Oasis – photo)

Buzzard  (SF camp at Plei Me)

Kate

English           

Kathy  

Ruth

Gypsy

Following LZs: I do not remember the battery and might not have photos:

LZ (name?) at Edap Enang

Joan at Duc Co

St. George

Weight-Davis              

Melody

LZ name?: New Plei Djereng

Lorraine

Brenda

Meredith

Kraus

LZ (name?) at Plei Mrong

Sandbag

Blackhawk

I also have photos of a mission to retrieve a LRRP team from the Cambodian border (I was the arty control).  After Oct. 1969, consisted of 1 APC, 1 ¼ ton truck (mine), 1 105mm from “C” (we were out of range of any batteries), a platoon of infnatry and a couple of Deuce-and-a-halfs.  Went west on Hwy 19 from the Oasis and set up night defense position on road.  Next day proceeded to near the border, turned onto path to right until halted by a running grunt warning of ambush.  Backtracked and set up a defense position.  I have several photos.  I have some drawings that I made while in Nam. When I returned to LSU to finish my MFA, I did a series of paintings on Nam.

MEMORIES

Tuesday, July 21, 1969  

I had been in the 71^st Evac Hospital , Pleiku, RVN, for about two weeks.  The afternoon before, they had wheeled in an unconscious grunt and gently lifted him off the gurney to the second bed on my right.  He looked to be about 19, maybe 170 pounds, couldn’t tell his height, but they must have sponged him down and cleaned him up.  He was completely naked and had no bandages with disinfectant and blood seeping through.  They pulled a sheet up to his neck and made sure the IVs were flowing.  There were maybe forty of us in the ward, so he didn’t attract much attention in our little corner of paradise.  

Paradise ?  Yes, everyone reading this knows what I mean by “ Paradise .”  I had been bathed, cleaned, and I was completely dry.  I was actually lying on a sheet in a real bed – a clean white sheet.  The nurses spoke English and addressed you as “Sir” regardless of your rank.   

We even had two or three TV sets that were mounted on the sidewalls right where the metal roof of the Quonset hut construction curved over your head.  I don’t remember the programming but it must have been reruns for a couple of hours each day.  I only remember one thing I saw on TV during the four weeks there at the 71^st.  

The next day, I was watching a remarkable thing, something that was a total surprise because it was not part of my world.

It was about 10AM on July 21, 1969.  

Actually, I remember seeing two things simultaneously.  Neil Armstrong was climbing out the lunar module and two beds over; a couple of nurses injected stimulants and a doctor was pounding on the new grunt’s chest trying to get him to breath again.  The sound was on the TV, but the only thing I remember was the frustration one of the nurses expressed because they did not know why he had died - they had no idea.  He had been med-a-vaced from the field in a coma.  He was in a coma for about 24 hours before he simply quit breathing.  

His was not the not the only death I had seen.  His was the quietest, the most passive, the cleanest.  His death had no smell, it was sterile, no sizzle from hot shrapnel, no screaming, crying, or choking on blood.  He was whole, all the parts where they should be, all of his blood was contained within his body - none shared with those around him.  His eyes were closed and didn’t open even when they pounded on his chest.  

We landed a man on the moon and the new grunt died.  The knowledge to cross space, but the ignorance of a simple death.  

I had enlisted – I was not drafted - and feel today as I did then, that what we did in Nam was honorable.  I served my country as needed. I am not making any moralistic pronouncements on war, no myopic intellectual’s “mans inhumanity to man” crap or any political statement.  I am simply saying that I saw one man step on the moon and another man die – one the result of the accumulated wisdom and knowledge of man, the other in spite of it – nothing more – nothing less.  

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