Frank, if you look close you can see the tape
Bad weapon really, too heavy. You'll notice my ammo pouches are for the M14 which was back in the cab of the truck, selector switch H&R.
When I got there in the spring of 66 you would be shot by a German Mauser or a carbine, Infantry officers were trading AK 47s for better radios for their companies (101st out of Tuy Hoa), they were scarce. Some SKS, all the ammo was Chinese type56. By the time I left in 67, there were lots of AK47s and the NVA had moved into the highlands to stay. M16s were so scarce that only mobile Infantry units had them, by 1968 EVERYBODY had them even the ARVN. The Korean units we had in our area were equipped just like WW2 US. By the time Tet rolled around, I was home getting drunk every night. Amazed at how many people DIDN'T get drafted like I did.
Vietnam was extremely primitive in those early years
My personal experience would make a lot of people uncomfortable to hear. Our latrine was an eight foot X six foot wooden box with six holes cut in the top. When you sat down, your *** was touching someone else's. 500 men used it, there was no provision for washing. The shower was so putrid that the showerheads were removed because they would clog from all of the dead skin and soap residue as they pumped up the same white colored water, over and over again. People were getting sick with hepatitis and there were warning signs all over saying "Do not drink, do not brush your teeth". We sometimes went for days with no water. We lived in rat infested tents raised up on wooden floors, the rats were the size of housecats and finally died of bubonic plague in the spring of 66 along with 35K Viets. But that was our base camp, we had it good compared to the Infantry, they slept on the ground and ate out of cans for weeks at a time.
My initial location when I arrived was Camp Alpha in Saigon. It was made for 600 men, there were over 2000 in it when I arrived. You would stand in line for a half hour to use a falling apart paper cup and get a drink of hot clorox water out of a lister bag. It was like a German prison camp, packed full of soldiers. A few days before I got there, the VC dropped mortar rounds into that place, it was so packed there was no place to hide. Thank God I got out of there in two days and went North up to II Corps.
The whole experience was a filthy dirty camping trip with guns. And we had it made compared to the Infantry.
What made Vietnam vets different was that almost all of us went over alone
and came back alone. No units in/out for most people, You just showed up one day and one day you left. There was a tremendous sense of guilt when you got to go home and your buddies stayed. My big mindscrew was that I was drafted, selected for SF and OCS and refused both, I was sent to a signal battalion because I worked for the phone company when I was drafted. So not only did I get out of the Infantry, but some other poor guy took my slot at OCS and got himself shot up. It has bothered me for 40 years. It was the smart thing to do, but that doesn't help. I was in the 5th Inf Div when the OCS thing came up and sat next to a Captain who had just come back from the Ia Drang fight. He said "I'm going to give you the best piece of advice you will ever hear, Don't do this, if you do, you are going to be an Infantry platoon leader and you are going to get killed" I took his advice.