Chau Duc, Ben Tre and
Dong Tam (second visit)
Monday, March 27, 2001-Saigon
Lt. Houghton in Chau Duc - the Jeep
looks as good as it did 32 years ago.
Notice I only said the Jeep looked as good as it did 32 years ago
After my weekend in Chau Duc, I returned with my
group to Cao Lanh, said goodbye and hired a driver to take me to My Tho.
I spent the night in the Chuong Duong Hotel overlooking the Mekong river.
I arose early Monday morning, walked the riverfront
of My Tho and then left with my guide and driver for Ben Tre province
(formerly called Kien Hoa Province before the reunification of 1975). My
guide informed me that about five years ago (it's always about five years ago
when you ask when something happened), the My Tho ferry site was moved down
the river about 500 meters toward Dong Tam. I did go back to the old
ferry site and photographed the access road as well as the old concrete pilings
for the pier.
After boarding the ferry, I arrived at the Ben Tre
side of the river. How it has changed! In 1968 the ferry site was
surrounded by a few small single story buildings containing a couple of small
places to eat, a couple of small stores and a small vegetable market.
Today there are multistory buildings and a very large market area stretching
about the length a city block. The entire road into Ben Tre is now very
wide, well paved and surrounded on both by various commercial buildings, small
shops and homes The old dilapidated French bridge that we used to cross
is now replaced with a new concrete one. I stopped for a photo and
discovered the remains of the old RFPF compound that used to protect the
bridge. In 68 it was a concrete barracks with an adjoining concrete
tower, shaped like a silo, that stood about 20 feet high. It has small
shooting windows coming out the side for small arms fire and on the top you
can see where the machine gun parapet was located. It is about the only
remaining military defensive position I have seen to date.
1 - Bridge that goes out of Ben Tre heading
southwest
2 - Rice paddy outside of Ben Tre
3 - Brewin' fire water
I continued on to Ben Tre City and stopped at the old
soccer stadium with it's surrounding concrete walls. My platoon spent a
night there in the company of the occupying artillery battery that was based
there. Back then the field was full of 105 Howitzers, tents, and
bunkers and the walls were manned by our guards. Today it is once again
being used for what it was intended, Vietnamese Football (soccer).
Ben Tre soccer field. Was an Army compound and
artillery base in 1969
Across the street from the stadium stands a park
honoring the Vietnamese battle against the French. It was just "my
good fortune" to arrive in the middle of a ceremony celebrating the 70th
anniversary of the coming of communism to Ben Tre province. There was a
marathon being run, school children were marching in a parade and the local
communist party officials were presiding. While I couldn't read the
Vietnamese red and yellow banners, I did notice the word "Ho Chi
Minh" on several of them.
Finally, after maneuvering our car around the
celebration, we came to the city center and headed left to the east of My Tho.
We drove the road that parallels the Ben Tre river until we came to where the
Chet Sey river intersects it, about ten kilometers out of town. This was
my destination. The old bridge that crossed the Chet Say had been blown
up by the VC and when we were there in 68 there was a ferry to the other side
of the river. Next to the ferry landing was an RFPF compound that was
protecting the crossing. Next to the RFPF compound was a rice paddy
where my D Company, 15th Engineers built what was to be called "Fire
support Base David". I understand it was named after the son of
some high ranking Army officer perhaps Col. Ira Hunt, our incompetent division
chief of staff for whom I have nothing but contempt. But, that's another
story.
Photos taken along some canals near Ben Tre -
some things have changed very little
Before I continue, let me digress. During my
tour in the Mekong Delta, I spent most of my time split between the 9th
Infantry base camp at Dong Tam and the Navy ships that carried the Mobile
Riverine force (MRF) around the delta. While supporting the MRF with our
demolitions, our mission was to blow up enemy bunkers, booby traps, sampans,
munitions and mines the we might capture and anything else that was deemed to
being in need of destruction. We would get into the tango boats and be
transported by water to our theatre of operation where we were inserted onto
land for what might be a two or three day tromp through the rice paddies,
looking for the VC. Rarely did we know exactly where in the hell we were
and consequently today, even though I can recall several locations and events
in nameless places, I would not be able locate or return to where they were.
Fire support David was unique in that D Company sent two platoons with heavy
equipment there by road and ferry in order to construct it.
Consequently, I was able to remember how to drive there now.
1 - Boat yard on the site of the former FSB
David
2 - New bridge over the Chet Say river at FSB David
3 - Another view of where FSB David was located
4 - Chet Say river bridge showing the rubble from the bridge that the VC blew
in the late '60s
For the engineers, infantry and artillery men who
were on Fire support base David, it turned into a living hell. It was
ill conceived from the beginning. We were there in September during the
rainy season. As we pushed up berms in the rice paddy and built our
bunkers and artillery emplacements, the rains began. Before long we were
all muddling around in about eight inches of standing water. What a surprise
this must have been for the top brass, water in a rice paddy in the middle of
the monsoons. Can you imagine that? Our dozers and front end loaders were
stuck and the Artillery could not manage their guns. One night, about ten days
after we started construction, we underwent a VC mortar attack that was
devastating. The first round landed in the middle of the Infantry
company's CP tent and hit the first Sergeant in either the back or the chest.
He and several other were killed or wounded by this first round. Other
rounds followed in rapid succession killing and wounding our guys as they
struggled through the water in the dark, searching for a bunker or anything
which might provide shelter. I myself crawled into a dozer track rut and
submerged my body as best I could, keeping only my nose and eyes out of water.
The intermittent flash of exploding mortar rounds yielded the only light
with which to illuminate possible sources of shelter. Men were screaming for
medics and the cries of the wounded could be heard everywhere. The
infantry company suffered the most causalities but some of our engineers
received wounds as well. Fortunately, Delta Company had no KIA's.
Med evac helicopters flew all night long and the sky was patrolled by circling
Cobra Gun ships, searching for the flash of VC Mortars. We manned the
berm for the rest of the night, expecting the ground attack that never came.
We did receive small arms fire from across the Chet Say river the day before
and had a brief fire fight with the VC. In any event, By day light it
was apparent that we had suffered severe casualties. Although I do not
recall the exact count, it is my recollection that of about 150 men on the
fire support base, nearly a third were evacuated as dead or wounded. For
those who have never been through a mortar attack, it is much like playing a
perverse and deadly game of cards. The mortars are indiscriminate in who
they kill and luck has everything to do with who gets hit and who doesn't.'
After the mortar attack, division headquarters
decided to abandon Fire Support David. My platoon of engineers were the
last to leave. I can recall looking back at the small impoundment as I
left. It was empty of all equipment and all that remained were
empty boxes that had contained C-rations and other useless trash. A few
pieces of culvert halves with sand bags on top had served as inadequate
bunkers and were now available for the local Vietnamese to salvage. It
had been a dreadful place and we were all glad to return to Dong Tam where
cold showers and hot chow were waiting for us.
As I look back on that night, there are many more
specific memories that will forever be with me. But now is not the time
to talk about them. I am sure many of my platoon members could recount
their experiences there as well.
Now, lets get back to the present. Today a boat
yard occupies the land where Fire Support David once stood. On it stands
a large metal roofed building under which boats are being built and repaired.
I walked around it for a short time and then wondered down a path to what
would have been the woods surrounding the outside of the perimeter.
Today it is a residential area with several small houses surrounded by
orchards and gardens. It felt very tranquil. Birds were singing
and a rooster was crowing in the distance. It was so difficult to
believe that it has such a violent history.
After a few minutes of walking and reflecting on the
past, I returned to my guide and driver at the bridge. I noticed a pile
of rubble nearby which I identified as part of the old bridge the VC had blown
up. I also saw several old Navy Boston whalers stacked up not far from
the road. I then got into the car and left Fire support David for what
will be my last time.
After returning to MyTho, I directed the driver and
guide to take me back to Dong Tam. I still felt uncertain that I had
seen the old gate to the base camp and wanted to explore further. Sure
enough, The snake farm is located at a new gate entrance, not the old one.
I stayed on the road that parallels the MyTho river until the pavement ended
and then continued down a dirt road. In looking to the right, I suddenly
recognized the old Catholic orphanage that was run by Father Duc and which we
used to help support. My guide told me that he knew of Father Duc and
that he had died "only five years ago". I continued on down
the dirt road, passing another gate to the VN military training center on Dong
Tam, until I came to a bridge over a canal. I got out of the car, walked
up onto the bridge and there, to the right, was Dong Tam. I was standing
over the canal that defined the base camps western perimeter. In the
near distance, coming off the canal to the right, was the old Navy basin.
It was all there. I could see what I believe to be the old runway for
fixed wing aircraft in the distance, running parallel to and not far from the
western canal. I could make out a couple of old tall metal buildings,
possible remnants of the Navy sheds that lay between the base camp and the
basin. Contrary to what I had been told, there was no sign of any of our
old boats in the basin. In fact, there was not a boat to be seen.
I could see what I think was the old air boat ramp coming out of the basin,
however it may simply be a launch for tailored boats today. In the
distance I could make out a few buildings on Dong Tam, but, even from the
elevation of the bridge, it was difficult to see them for all the vegetation
that is growing on the base. My guide and driver were extremely nervous
about my being there and urged me to get back into the car to leave. I
got some good photo's of the basin, the distant base camp and the old gate
area before being hustled out of this restricted area and back to the old Dong
Tam road to Hwy 1. As I left the area I got photo's of the old school
house on the Dong Tam road and also the intersection at Hwy. 1. I then
continued on to Saigon.
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All in all, it was a busy and exciting day, filled
with amazement at how much things have changed and emotions over what it once
was. I have seen what I came to see; Dong Tam and Fire support base
David. My curiosity has been satisfied. I would dearly love to
drive back onto Dong Tam, but at this time, military security does not permit
it. Perhaps others who return in the future will have that opportunity.
Many of you may wonder about how I am handling my emotions. I'm doing
just fine. As I recounted the events that took place on Fire Support
David, I could feel the adrenalin running through my veins and a sense of
anxiety came over me. But, this is nothing new, I get that way whenever
I talk about things that happened during the war. I just don't talk about the
war very often and find that few people want to listen..
Tomorrow I will visit the tunnels at Cu Chi and the
war museum here in Saigon. I will then continue my journey to Da Nang,
Hue, Hoi An, Hanoi and Ha Long Bay. I will see much of Vietnam that I
have only read about or seen on TV. I will enjoy myself and try to see
it outside the context of my war experience.
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