This was my home from September ’69 to September ’70. My first three nights were spent on the floor. When I heard a loud noise, I was on the floor. My room mate, still in bed said “That’s outgoing”. On the fourth night I heard a loud noise and stayed in bed. My room mate is yelling “That’s incoming get on the floor”. That night I learn a very valuable life lesson – the difference between outgoing and incoming.
In May “70, I was sharing the hut with a MOB member Chris Hartley. That night I, the grizzly veteran, was showing off by naming the locations of mortar hits. As I was showing off, I realized that the mortars were being walking to my hut. I yelled got on the floor. I was a split second faster to the floor. Chris got his second Purple Heart; I got a month full of dirt.
The next morning while inspecting for damage, I see a line of shrapnel holes three inches above my mattress.