A picture of the jets on parked near the runway at Bien Hoa.
Picture of one of the mama-sans near our office building at Bien Hoa.
Picture of two girls that worked on our huts doing housekeeping. I would talk with them sometimes while they ate lunch, which usually consisted of rice and fish heads.
I strongly suspected he may have been gay because of his feminine actions and the fact that he was often seen in the company of a low ranking soldier in our unit that we all knew to be gay. Whenever I would see him I had the feeling he was watching me. He was a black man and although I had many black friends in the army, the fact that he was black, gay and interested in me was really creeping me out. I told a friend of mine one night about this sergeant. He was a short Irishman from Boston but a stocky little scrapper. He tried to talk me into jumping the guy one night with him and kicking the crap out of him, but I was not comfortable with the idea.
My nerves were a wreck after that as I tried to decide how to handle the situation. I honestly thought reporting him would be the wrong thing for me to do. It seems hard for me to rationalize those thoughts now that I am older.
Picture of the walkway between our quarters at Long Binh. I think those were outdoor showers on the left of this picture but I honestly can't remember.
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