Here are the words to a hymn we are singing at communion services this month: It is sung to the tune of "Green Beret."
Born of God, and born of man, In a cave at Bethlehem,
To redeem the human race, Thru his love and thru his grace.
Preached his word to every man Drawing out his Father's plan,
Hope and faith midst tears and pain, How to rise and rise again.
Jesus Lord, paid the price; On a cross of sacrifice
Cleansing men of Adam's sin, Forgiving all for killing him.
Laid to rest in earth's still womb, Boulders sealed His awesome tomb
But he rose to demonstrate He is God, in him lies faith.
Take this bread and take this wine, Thru this sacrifice, be mine.
I'm the way, come follow me; Eternal life, your destiny.
It's been a fairly bad day in every way. Hassled with Division about getting more chaplain support for all the people out east where I am now and it's like talking to a brick wall. This base camp really gets me down. I hear we might move back to Dak To. Some other unit just took our spot at the Oasis.
Letter to Home, 8 January, 1969 (3/8, Camp Enari)
It's cold, cloudy and raining today. I'm wearing a sweater. No birds flew, so I drove to Blackhawk, said hello, to hospital in Pleiku, then out to a Montagnard village where some of our civil affairs people are living.
Letter to Home, 11 January, 1969 (3/8, Camp Enari). Had a boy killed by a tiger yesterday morning. This war is getting ridiculous. If anything happens to me over here, I want Charlie to do it. I don't want to get run over by a jeep, beaten up by a drunken GI, assaulted in one of our local base camp race riots, blown to pieces by a water heater while taking a shower, taken to bed by some tropical fungus, or eaten by a tiger.
Letter to Home, 12 January, 1969 (3/8, Camp Enari)
Am still living at Camp Enari. Don't know when we'll move again. Allen Brown, the Brigade Chaplain, spent a couple of nights here, helping with the Black Hawk operation.
I filled out my quarterly report for Dec 31 and in adding things up discovered I preached 90 times in 3 months.
Life back here is spiced with odd sounds. Across the walk, five Vietnamese mamasans are shining boots, gossiping. Every few minutes they roar with laughter.
Letter to Home, 13 January, 1969 (3/8, Camp Enari)
Pot. Estimates are that between 80 and 95% of the people over here have tried it. The Army is officially uptight about it and every so often they pick someone at random and throw the book at him which is fairly bad although nothing like a life sentence like you can get apparently in Louisiana, but the rest of the time the MP's look the other way when they can, like they're on it too and what are you going to do, take on the whole army? I saw some kind of study that a lot of the effect is psychological, like if you want to get high on it you will, if you don't want to you won't.
They made me take the daisy off my jeep here.
Montagnards
Montagnards (French = "mountain people") are tribal people, ethnically different from the Vietnamese, who live in the mountainous areas west of the Vietnam coast.
0107 Montagnard Village
While from the outside village life looked like it might have been unchanged for thousands of years, a closer look revealed adaptations to the war.
0011 Bunker in Montagnard Village
0132 Montagnard Horns
Occasionally in order to deny the enemy access to their food and resources, the authorities determined it was necessary to move a Montagnard village and consolidate it in a larger, more easily defended area.
0025 The village has been disassembled and is awaiting transportation
0012 Loading the Montagnard Village on Flatbed trucks
One morning while flying over a Montagnard village, I wrote a poem called "Tranquility". Some veterans are now working with Montagnards in the Central Highlands of Vietnam through Friends of the Central Highlands.
R&R Trip to Singapore, 24-27 January
About this time, I was eligible for an R&R, and took a military R&R flight to Singapore. A letter written 6 January lets my parents know I should be in Singapore January 20 or 21. By this pre-arrangement, my parents, who worked in Indonesia, were there, and my mother took pictures of the plane from the terminal.
Soldiers bound for R&R disembark at Singapore
We rented a car -- it was an intrigueing challenge to drive on the left -- and took a drive north into Malaysia. We visited missionary friends. We played tourist. It was a nice break, and over far too soon.
Returning to Vietnam
Letter to Home, 27 January, 1969 (Camp Enari, on return from Singapore, R&R)
Got to Tan Son Nhut. One of the high school girls at the Methodist Hostel in Singapore whose parents are in Saigon (Vietnam Christian Service) had asked me to deliver a parcel. So I took a taxi into downtown Saigon and found this address. Nobody home, the watchman said, but let me in. No one home, the mamasan said, but when I showed the parcel showed me to the house, where this attractive Vietnamese girl wearing an ao dai was. Showed her the parcel and she calls upstairs and this fantastically attractive American girl, I'd say about 20, blonde, lavender colored outfit, comes down. So I explained about the package and she took it for the other people.
Firebase McNerney
The Unit Files for 6/29th Artillery report, "During the first two weeks of January 1969, activity was light in Kontum Province....On 21 January 1969, 1st Brigade, 4th Infantry Division
terminated operations in that area and established a new Brigade Forward Command Post at FSB McNerney."
0104 Chaplain Tent
Brigades were portable, tents and all. Here we've moved to Firebase McNerney and the chaplain's tent has been pitched in a grassy field. Photo was developed 2/69.
0148 Montagnards at the chaplain tent
Soon after the tent was put up, friends showed up for a housewarming. And sandbag filling.
0101 Chaplain (Maj) Alan Brown, the Brigade Chaplain, was Episcopalian. He took his duties very seriously and made sure his chaplains were nominated for every ribbon for which they were eligible. He had us keep track of the hours we spent in helicopters flying over hostile territory, and when we qualified, he successfully put us in for Air Medals.
0100 Father Lynch, the Roman Catholic Chaplain was down to earth and popular among the soldiers. As the only Roman Catholic Chaplain, he had to visit all of the units in the Brigade.
Events going on in this month:
Henry Cabot Lodge appointed as negotiator at the Paris Peace Talks by President Nixon (01/05)