Vietnam, life was cruel, for the rat population on Cam Ranh Bay, at Alpha Dump. Tons of ammunition were kept partially underground with a mound atop. Scarcely did we ever open the iron doors to that enclosure, save it needed to be ventilated, and cleaned, and inspected every so often, usually every three to five months, thereabouts. And to be frank, I counted days as they slipped by closer and closer to that deadlines, and checked the duty roster to see if I was on this unfortunate duty assignment, of cleaning it out; it was a four man job. Sergeant Crusher, his real name I forgot, but he looked like the Wrestler they called The Crusher, in the 1960s, who I went to see him once at the Minnesota St. Paul, Armory, wrestle, he was a crowd pleaser. Matter of fact Sergeant Crusher and I once got into it once, it was a harsh fight. Anyhow he was tasked to oversee that the job got done, and I, being a Corporal, at the time, was his second in command, and we had two Privates, all tasked to do this, duty, one that no one, wished to do.



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