From Mike Kluttz This is a new guy!   I let him know we are out here.  I got this on Saturday and will eMail him back on Sunday.
	From Gene Cornthwaite: My name is Gene Cornthwaite (cornflakes) I was assigned to the 267th in the spring of 1963 when the Company was still in Fort Carson, Colorado.  We were TDY in Wisconsin at the National Rifle completion puling targets when told we were shipping out, that was mid or maybe late summer of 1965. We were issued new weapons (M14's), trucks and died our T shirts and shorts green and got to go home for a while and then back to pack up the company and shipped out of Oakland on A troop transport ship,I remember being sooner than November of 65 but that was a long time ago, I do remember it took 17 days to cross with a few rough ones to clog up the heads on board that left me with some vivid memories. Upon arrival at I think, Danang? no one knew where we were supposed to be at so we spent the next day or so on board listing to grenades being dropped over board by MP;s. Soon the ship and us were on the way down to Saigon where we were unloaded then got our first ride on the C130s yes with the back door open while the cargo boy stood at the tailgate with his foot on it while looking out as we took off and that is when my stomach went south. Our first compound was somewhere east of the Ben Hoa runway and the Hwy to Saigon I remember looking up in the morning as the jets flew over to see if and when they would light there AB's as they took off. Our first job in country was to fill sand bags for the CQ, machine gun bunkers and tent foundations. after that some of us placed miles and miles of field wire at a new hospital to the north of our location. After we got setup, we were aloud one day a weekend in Saigon but it was in alphabetical order so I was one of the first to go. As time passed it became my turn to go in again, just as the duce and a half was leaving one of the sgt,s stopped it, pulled me and another guy off because we had already been once so we had to pull KP that day to let the new guys go to town. A short while later the Jeep came racing back in with the news of our first causalities. as the trucks were nearing town and going slow some Vietnamese dude ran behind the duce and a half and threw in an American hand grenade, then disappeared into the crowd. The four sitting by the tailgate bailed out the other 16 or 18??? went to the hospital from the shrapnel.  The kid that was the guard riding in back was hurt the worst as he was right over it when it blew (I cannot remember his name).  Any way I left one of my best friends, Kenneth A Butler (who I was going to town with that day) Dick Johnson and the rest in the hospital as my enlistment was up the middle of January 1966. Some time around the first of December we were moved to Vung Tauh. "This is getting long for my first time" Hope to here from you soon, Gene.
	Harvey Lacey's repy: I remember the deuce and a half that had the hole in the floor. It was one in the second platoon at Bien Hoa. I don’t remember the truck number but it was one of ours. The story I got was there were four guys were in the back when it landed while in Saigon. The truck had slowed down in traffic. Three of the four got out before it went off. But the fourth got some stuff in his butt because that was what was up above the tail gate when it went off. I wonder if you ever heard about the black soldier who committed suicide in Bien Hoa? It happened in about August of 66. He was cleaning the officer’s weapons in our club when he locked and loaded a forty five and the fired it into his head. This is great, thanks mike