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After the 572nd went north a few of us were left behind including the tracked vehicle group. This was our motor pool.
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Our Motor Pool office.
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Hook (left) and I forget the name of the man on the right but he started the legend of Boll as in Boll Weavil. When anyone was on the road alone and returned someone asked if he saw Bool and there would always be a story of Boll and something he had done. Boll was real cool.
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This was somewhere in the delta. The man on the hood is Cruz, I forget his first name.
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Calvin Claggs on top of an M48.
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I came home one day to find our house girl hard at work.
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We delivered Tracked vehicles to a place in front USARV. The entrance came in off the Vung Tau cut off. It ran along a causway through two gates. An officer was driving this jeep and did not want to wait for us all to get across. The driver ahead of me moved to the right, but not enough. The officer was not injured.
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At first I did not realize it but this little girl was not shy. She was afraid of the camera because she believed that to take a picture was to take a part of her soul.
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Me in an APC that I delivered.
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Philco Ford front gate.
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Checkpoint on the way into Saigon.
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Rice paddies along our trip to the delta.
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Staging at Tay Ninh. Looks like Nui Ba Dinh altho I do not remember the second peak.
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This Village was along Rt1 between Saigon and Long Binh. When we drove industrial fork lifts they would over heat and we got to stop here.
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