5:45 | Carol Rosenberg barely talked about her service in Vietnam outside of her family. The societal baggage was just too much. Stanley Rosenberg had one positive effect from his tour. It gave him the confidence he needed as a doctor, something he was lacking out of medical school and basic training.
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Before they met in Vietnam, Carol and Stanley Rosenberg were both drawn to the medical field. She wanted to be a nurse since the eighth grade and he felt the calling to be a doctor. They both also felt that the troops being drafted and sent to Vietnam deserved a little help.
She was in the US Army Nurse Corps and he was in the Medical Corps. They both knew being sent to Vietnam was a strong possibility and, eventually, they both got the call.
Carol Rosenberg was the only female in her group in transit to Vietnam. She was very young, too, and the strange and exotic place was overwhelming. Stanley Rosenberg experienced the same disorientation until a nearby B-52 strike focused his attention.
Carol Rosenberg couldn't find boots that fit when she arrived in Vietnam. All the clothing was for male personnel. The young nurse was soon serving in a hospital ward full of extreme malaria cases and drug addicts. Stanley Rosenberg was fortunate to have more experienced doctors show him how to provide care in the extreme trauma cases that are an inescapable part of war.
It was very spartan at the hospital in Phu Bai. The hooches were small and hot and the food was dicey except for midnight breakfast. Carol was a nurse and Stanley was a doctor when they first caught sight of each other in the officers club. She was unimpressed at first but life with the tight knit medical staff meant that they would get to know each other well.
There was a lot of mistrust on both sides. Carol and Stanley Rosenberg recall their interactions with Vietnamese locals during their time there. They also recall, less than fondly, the leadership at their medical unit.
After a particularly brutal firefight, Army doctor Stanley Rosenberg treated a ghastly burn casualty and the memory of that patient haunts him until this day. Carol Rosenberg was a nurse at that same hospital and she was troubled when she saw how a mortally wounded GI was treated when a VIP showed up.
They went to Vietnam separately, served together, and returned separately, but Carol and Stanley Rosenberg were destined to spend more time together. They both ditched their uniforms, first thing, and returned to their homes. It wasn't long before he was driving hundreds of miles for a date.
It's ancient history, now. That's how Stanley Rosenberg thinks the war is perceived by the public today, with some confusion about who the bad guys were. For him and his wife, Carol, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial is a fitting monument and their time there is marked by reverence and remembrance.
Sammy Davis had made a big impression in boot camp, so big that the drill instructor pulled him aside and told him he had a lot of potential. After artillery training, he was off to Vietnam, where he experienced a memorable first night.
He wasn't the best at drilling and he struggled with the academics at OCS, but Clebe McClary made it through to become a newly minted Marine Lieutenant. Then he was promptly sent to Vietnam, where he volunteered for Recon Battalion.
Platoon leader Bill Pearson sent out a squad to set up a night ambush and when they made contact, it was with a much larger VC force. With the rest of the platoon, he set out to find them and bring them back. When he located the besieged squad, the battle became intense and they were in danger of being wiped out. In a desperation move, he called in artillery on his own position.
While he was beginning his shift as the night duty officer, Lawson Magruder would marvel at the wrecked helicopters brought back to base. The brigade had moved and tactics had not been adjusted for the fact that there were anti-aircraft batteries up near the DMZ. He relates the story of LT Dick Anshus and a downed pilot who were captured.
The Air Force rescue crews flying the big helicopters known as the Jolly Green Giants began to get respect among the pilots of other services because they excelled at retrieving downed airmen. Pilot Dave Oliver was on one such mission, which was going badly, when the commander asked if was he willing to go in without waiting for backup. The situation was dire for the men on the ground so the answer was affirmative. He would be awarded the Silver Star for this action.
When someone at work made a comment that America had lost the Vietnam War, Roye Wilson was shocked. Our soldiers never lost a battle there. The politicians decided they would leave and they did. To him, it was an honorable enterprise and the only right course at the time and it is his belief that it contributed to the fall of Soviet communism.
It could be tough getting resupplied in the field in Vietnam. Medic Marvin Cole nearly had a Chinook land on top of him in the fog. He and his medical platoon performed missions treating civilians in their villages and he relates a chilling story of a child used by the enemy to attack one of these operations.
Following a harrowing first day of combat, Tom Buchan was surprised to find hot food flown in and cots to sleep on. He managed to finally get himself on a tank crew through sheer will and intelligence. It was the day he helped out one of the APC crews, though, that earned him recognition.
It was the most intense action he saw during the war. Mike Morris describes the hour long battle with an NVA unit that made an unusual frontal assault. When daylight came, it was a grim scene, with hundreds of enemy dead.
His company command at the Cua Viet River was just the way Richard Jackson liked it. He was given free reign to take care of his area. He describes the tactics he used to fight the enemy and recalls one memorable fight in which his men and an NVA unit charged at each other in darkness.
After the column was devastated by an NVA ambush, wounded Americans were scattered in the darkness. After his captain heard one such group calling for help on the radio, Freddie Owens joined a patrol to find them, guided by a gunshot every few minutes. Once there, medic Daniel Torres volunteered to stay with those who couldn't move and protected them through the night with medicine and a machine gun.
One night, while Laurie was eating dinner, the USS Sanctuary got a call about a plane crash. She vividly remembers the patients coming aboard, and the aftermath of this incident, including one boy who was MIA. However, as difficult as this experience was, this was nothing compared to the Tet Offensive. They had new wounded coming in constantly, and trying to care for all of them at once was emotionally exhausting. (Interview conducted at, and with the assistance of, the Military Heritage Museum- https://freedomisntfree.org/.)
It was hard to find the enemy. Charlie would disappear into his holes and only come out once the Marines of Mike company had left. Richard Jackson's men tried probing the ground with sharp sticks, but they broke too easily. What they needed was steel. Thus was born the "Mike Spike." Part 1 of 2.
In a letter home, Tommy Clack expressed his worry that something bad was going to happen and it did when his unit engaged the NVA near the Cambodian border. He saw the enemy soldier stand and fire the RPG that changed his life forever.
As Marine Captain Ron Christmas fought to regain the city of Hue, he found the enemy adept at concealment and surprise. Every soldier in a spider hole was armed with a rifle and a RPG launcher. His action during this time earned him the Navy Cross.
The RPG that severed Joe McDonald’s foot didn’t kill him. The machine gun fire that hit him as he still tried to help others didn’t kill him. The grenade taped to his hand might have killed him if the VC had found his hiding place.
They were hunkered down after fierce fighting when the call came from "Ghost 4-6." It was a group of wounded men who had pulled themselves together after the ill fated march to LZ Albany and were lost in the dark. George Forrest sent a patrol to find them, and in an incredible act of bravery, medic Daniel Torres stayed through the night with them and saved many men. Captain Forrest still had to write a gut-wrenching letter to the mother of a missing soldier. Part 3 of 4.
It wasn't any ragtag Viet Cong, it was a battalion of NVA that was assaulting the artillery battery where Sammy Davis was stationed in the Mekong Delta. After an RPG hit his gun, he regained consciousness and found his position nearly overrun. After firing every round he had, he saw a wounded American on the other side of the river. He knew what he had to do and his actions brought him consideration for the nation's highest military honor.
Sammy Davis was recovering from serious wounds when a visiting General Westmoreland told him he had been put in for the Medal of Honor. He had rescued three wounded comrades during a furious NVA assault, but to him, he was just doing his job.
It was round after round of surgery for wounded Marine Clebe McClary after several hand grenades worked him over. He was a white lieutenant from rural South Carolina, and a black man from Charleston saved his life at the cost of his own. The blood is red and the uniform's green and the rest doesn't matter.
Artilleryman Sammy Davis was assigned down in the Mekong Delta, where it was just a lot of rain and water. This had spurred the innovation of a battery on pontoons that could be deployed on water. The locals were friendly and he considered them his friends. After all, they were the reason he was there.
He didn't see a lot of snakes, but the wildlife was plentiful when Clebe McClary was in the field in Vietnam. The birds were beautiful, the monkeys were annoying and the water buffalo did not like Marines. As for the enemy, he could not be trusted at all and the truces were a joke.
Sammy Davis received a harmonica from his mom, which meant he had to learn how to play it. Since his guard duty was on an artillery battery, he could play it while keeping watch. This became an indispensable part of life in the unit.
There was plenty of hunting, fishing and sports for Clebe McClary growing up in South Carolina. He wanted to enlist in the Marines right away, but was persuaded to go to Clemson. After a time as a football coach, he saw an American flag burned and that was it. Straight to the recruiter he went and during basic training, he was selected for OCS.
The sergeant was only 27 years old, but he was a mean, old sergeant to Sammy Davis and the crew in the artillery battery. His mom had sent some fishing gear and he and his buddies caught fish in the Mekong and traded them in town for whatever young men go looking for in town.
We could have won any of the recent wars outright if the troops had been turned loose to do the job. That's the position of Vietnam veteran Clebe McClary, who wondered when he was there why they were taking the same hill over and over.