In late 1971 the 3/5th Cav started to stand down and we came out of the bush and into Da Nang to turn in the tracks. Had been in the bushes for about 7 months. This was a partytime big time. Slept on a cot, worked 8 to 5, no one shooting at you, - think it was 25 cents for a drink at the club.One night I stayed to long at the club and got really, really drunk.. I then proceded to steal a jeep and decided to find my beautiful true love and bring her back to the hooch. I found her on a corner nearby and since I had to go through an MP checkpoint on the way back I put her in a mail bag and put her in the back seat , with a tender kiss for my new love. When I get to the MP checkpoint the wooden gate is down. My love was strong , diamond cutter strong , so I floored the jeep and blasted through the gate on my way to the hooch. However I missed a turn and overturned the jeep. I remember a mailbag arching through the air. Woke up in jail cell and my beautiful love was no where to be found. Instead in the next cell over was this really, really, really ugly old woman of the night. When I asked if this woman was found in a mail bag the MP's smiled and said yes. Thank goodness I had crashed ! Squadron Cdr. came in later waving a wad of charges and asked if I had done all this. Told him I probably did. He said I needed more field time. He signed me out and back to the field I went. Was almost glad to get back to the bushes - that city life could kill ya. Welcome home.
