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Mission Statement:
To make the broader military community, and the public at large, better aware of the ongoing role of the SEABEES as U.S. Navy combat troops and construction workers heavily involved in national defense and humanitarian aid worldwide. |
A Seabee in the 'Nam, 1969 -- at the really sharp tip of the spear!
The word "Vietnamization" was coined to encompass the whole of training
the Vietnamese to be self sufficient in a military way. How did the Seabee
command interpret and execute that? At first with stealth.
In late December 1969, we grunts didn't even know what the word meant, it was
just making its rounds in Washington, but this lowly little E-4 Builder was
called into the commander's office, and there with the commander was my company
Senior Chief and other Chief Petty Officers.
I was to be sent on a mission they said, one that would allow the Seabees to
recoup their investment in me. I had finished first or second in my
"A-school" specialty training class, and I had higher entrance test scores than anyone
else in other things-- including for the Freshman class at Annapolis (I had
been offered an appointment to Naval Academy Prep School-Bainbridge but had
turned it down) -- and I also spoke Vietnamese. The plan? Send me out to the
boonies where the Vietnamese had gathered up 500 or so farmers, and teach them
how to function as an equivalent to a US Navy Mobile Construction Battalion.
Build shops, consult with their officers on organization, whatever needed to be
done to create a unit of "Vietnamese Seabees." Who else was going? No-one,
just me. No provisions for food or shelter, fend for myself, and what the
Vietnamese wanted to share.
GULP...OK
The next morning I was met along with all of my belongings by a driver who
took me to the outskirts of Tam Ky, South Viet Nam, in a heavily armored and
sandbagged vehicle. He dropped me off in a large circle of concertina wire and
said "Bye bye" and he was out of there! I found a Vietnamese who looked like
an officer, and we started our task. The U.S. Navy logistics group had dropped
off a bunch of bip shipping containers loaded with tools and equipment.
Our Concertina "line" also included an LZ (landing zone), one specifically
used by Hueys that were painted silver and bore the markings "Air America". No
kidding, but back then I didn't have a clue what that meant! [editor: "Air
America" was the cover for classified CIA operations]
Me and the Vietnamese were expected to also provide perimeter defense for
this LZ, something we did more than I would have liked. In fact, I was
disappointed one night after we had been "hit" when the Vietnamese officer in charge
called me into his bunker and told me that he would prefer that I didn't man the
line anymore, wouldn't look good if he had to send me back in a body bag!
After a while, we needed more military structure, so an Army E-6 sergeant
showed up to help for a week. I kidded him about him "volunteering" for the
assignment and his response was "for this I'll automatically get a Bronze Star".
Hmm, different Forces use different motivation tricks and that was his
motivation.
Anyway, I completed the assignment, had the 82nd Vietnamese Engineers up and
ready, functioning as they should, shops producing value added "stuff" and it
was time to return to my Battalion. No hype, nothing much else, new day, new
job, life went on. It was the Seabee way. In fact, when I sent word that my
assignment was completed and ready to return, did they send a driver? NO, find
my own way back, couldn't spare a driver! 30 miles along route QL-1
hitch-hiking. Was that dumb or what?
The conclusion? The Vietnamese, and not my government wanted to award me a
medal. I found myself mysteriously and retroactively assigned to a Detail
Kilo, one where a group of Americans from my parent battalion had helped these
same Vietnamese Engineers rebuild bridges at a later date. I never met anyone who
was part of Detail Kilo, to this day wouldn't know them if I fell over them,
but hey...I got my Medal.
An interesting twist to it all? Now nearing retirement age I asked the
National Personnel Records Center to update my DD-214 records and provide a copy.
The response? "Records fail to show that you are entitled to the Vietnamese
Technical Honor Medal". Gee, the original transmittal letter was on USNMCB-7
letterhead, signed by the CO with congrats. Makes me wonder all these years
later what the exercise was all about.
Guess that I was the prototype and if I got wasted, it wouldn't be a blow to
the initiative, just an "oops." Seabees always did this sort of thing in
stride, never questioning, never complaining. We never thought of it as Special
Ops, or even remotely related to what "Air America" came to mean. Guess that's
why most of us have managed to carry the "Can Do" attitude throughout life.
George R. Mills,
Builder, Second Class, USN
Naval Mobile Construction Battalion-7
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