Am at MACV I headquarters which is across town from where I usually work and am waiting for a planning conference to begin. No sense letting the time go to waste, so am writing. Find that I must make every free minute count as there aren’t very many of these.
|MACV I Headquarters, 137 Rue Pasteur, Saigon, South Vietnam, 1965. (Photo courtesy U.S. Army)|
Security people found a bomb (or at least some type of explosive device) in the Rex yesterday, but they are keeping it quiet. Conference will probably begin in a few minutes so I’ll stop now.
[Resumed at 6:30 p.m.]
Sure hope the phone doesn’t ring tonight. I could do with a full night’s sleep. Reckon I’m getting old. Back in the Korean War I could march all day, stay up most of the night watching for the enemy, and feel like a fresh Tiger in the morning. Here, I feel worn out all the time.The pressure never seems to let up. But I guess I’ve never had this big of a job before. Seems like we barely keep our head above water. Maybe I can just finagle a TC battalion command assignment over here and get back to doing simple things again.
Won’t go out to supper tonight. The Rex is closed because they found a large bomb in the dining room this afternoon. The Brink BOQ which was blown up on Xmas Eve is also supposed to be hit tonight with a bomb. Just don’t know whether I’ll move from here [the Ham Nghi BOQ]. It is inconvenient for eating as we do not have a mess hall in the building, but it’s such a small place that it is not a good target. This BOQ is so small that they don’t even have MPs guard it. Just National Police.