An Old Vietnam Combat Vet and His Band of Brothers

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The story begins in Vietnam, the year was 1968 and the place was called Khe Sanh.  I was a young Marine in a foreign land doing what I believed was my duty to my country as my father did before me in WWII. The year before we spent our days walking back and forth along the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) this is also the Ben Hie River separating north and south Viet Nam.  January 1968 my company was ordered to the Marine base at Khe Sanh to support the perimeter against a pending large scale attack. I’ve always said “there’s good in everything you just have to look for it.” We had hot food and a place to sleep off the ground with rats big enough to fetch a newspaper if you could train one. They were very noisy in the bunkers at night where we slept. They would run back and forth along the bunker beams just inches from where your body was lying and every now and then they’d run into each other and fall off the beam on you.  That really wasn’t the bad part; the bad part was when the females would pull your hair to make nests while you’re trying to sleep or they’d snuggle against you because you’re warm. That was annoying. This is why I only like Rats and small dogs…………….if they’re cooked right.

Before the attack on January 21st we all took turns going outside of the wire on patrols and watching our government planes flying around spraying an orange cloud of defoliant. After the spray had settled we had to walk through the sprayed vegetation to get back to the base.

After the major assault on Khe Sanh and the NVA blew up everything that was standing with motors and artillery and they lost a great many soldiers trying to take Khe Sanh they packed up and left.  With all of the Agent Orange previously sprayed around the perimeter of Khe Sanh there wasn’t a blade of grass or even a weed alive, there were no leaves on the trees because all of the trees had been blown away by our B-52 bombers, Just very large, very deep holes in the ground, one after the other as far as you could see. Looked like a barren desert with red earthen mountains. I left Vietnam after five separate trips to the hospital, two for wounds under fire and three for malaria.

Fast forward 20 years and I’m an industrial contractor with three daughters a wife and crews working all around the country. While traveling through airports changing flights I noticed old ladies were beating me to the next gate. My wife, (who was always right) told me I was lazy and out of shape but whenever I tried to do any kind of exercise the pains in my chest were too much to continue and I thought to myself I’d never get back in shape. I made an appointment with the cardiologist and the day after I was in the hospital having triple by-pass surgery.  I went home three days later. Two weeks after that I was back at work. That was 25 years ago. Since then I’ve had seven stents implanted. 10 years ago I started treatments for skin cancer that continues to this day. 7 years ago I started type 2 diabetes. Three years ago the government agreed all of these conditions are related to Agent Orange. After a medical evaluation I was given a disability pension.

I am a proud member of the Combat Veterans Motorcycle Association (CVMA) which is an association of Combat Vets helping Vets.  There is a special bond shared between warriors who have shed blood together.

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Bob Mutch
A.K.A. Gator
CVMA Past Florida State Rep