1968 Advanced Individual Training
Van Luven, Burdick and Van Sickle planning their next move.
Van Luven and Evans
Hey! What's up Dannelley
Sgt Constances, I think.
Let's see, seven come eleven.
Peoples' dawg waiting for his masters return.
Grrr, Van Sickle.
Dannelley with his headful of hair.
Van Sickle and me enjoying an after work cocktail.
The "LTs" out for a walk at an LZ.
Our little friends. The kid was wondering why I was alone on the road comming from LZ Hardtimes for the first time.
Hmmm, 3 fingers for peace. He wasn't too bright. 2nd platoon member I think.
Writting a letter home.
Kewl dude, can't remember name though.
OK, who's got the camera?
Our Platoon Leader, (name forgotten) we called him Junior.
Van Sickle found a magazine while clearing the perimeter fence.
Who said weeding the yard was a hard job?
Always the clown (killer clown).
Another little friend, he worked in the tire shop in the motorpool with Swim.
Let's see, that was 33 steps from the fence to the ammo dump..... did I count right?
And here is the tire shop. No triple A in the "Nam.
Big Red, Jr and Van Sickle (he's the one working hard). Still weeding the yard.
I wish I remembered the Dawg's name.
An ARVN soldier along the road somewhere.
Hey, This call's for you.
It's not my turn to say prays......Sgt Howard is reaching in the can of chips, can't tell the others.
Just taking advantage of the air conditioning.
Brown, looking out for us. What a guy! The building in the rear is the shower and washroom.
I need help with this one.
Nap time (again).
More hair with Dannelly, no that's not a barber pole on the bed.
Just taking the M16 for a walk.
Who says this Gun Truck Stuff is hard?
Can't you see that I'm hot and tired? Leave me alone!
Hmmmm, how many days? Can't recall name, but he was from Georgia I think.
Where's that mosquito now?
Sgt McCray and others with the LT (Jr)
Bn staff driver raiding my fridge.
I'm just so happy, notice the $2.00 a carton Kools and munchies!
Dannelley just visiting looks really happy too.
In the Gun Truck.
On the hood, out back of the hooch.
That's not Dixie that's the Georgia state flag.
Yet another pose from yours truly.
Just enjoying a juice.
Seems like there were a lot of beads and peace symbols in those days. But I think he was studying for a promotion board as indicated by the manuels.
Nice hair Ric. This was before I finished building my new A/O.
And here is, Peoples, the one who had the dawg.
I was really happy that day. New camera, I think. Notice the transformation of my A/O? Cammie poncho liners for the wall paper.
Two more of our finest! Great glasses though. Seems like everybody had a pipe in this hooch.
Van Sickle sure put on the weight while in the 'Nam. I never did get a pair of those glasses.
Taking a break.
Ever the vigilant. Now what did you say?
I'm on the left, need help with the other names.
Must be the first "one" I found. Little Casino gun jeep in rear.
Yea! I'm bad.
Did I get it out of my eye?
Life is great, back here in the gun truck.
A Company soldier on his 10 ton RT forklift.
Yep I am a happy camper, thanks for getting me out of the stockade.
Name passes me.......
Yay! 2 fists for my pictures!
Honest Officer! Brownie with a friend.
Poker player Abernathy (Abersnatchie to his friends).
The Killer Van Sickle!
This time with duals.
This time on the road.
Dress Blues, circa 1988
1968 Advanced Individual Training
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