Army Security Agency ONLINE 409th RRD Don Collins |
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11th Armored Cav Regiment "Blackhorse" Don Collins |
After about ten months, in early February 1967, I was transferred to the 409th Radio Research Detachment, supporting the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment, and based at Long Gioa, about 20 miles east of Xuan Loc. They were rather unique for an ASA unit, because they operated out of modified Armored Cavalry Assault Vehicles (ACAVs). The tracks had quite a bit of firepower, and they operated pretty boldly for an ASA unit.
One day, one of the ACAVs was operating out of a Special Forces camp when one of the Special Forces patrols came under attack near the camp. The 409th guys saddled-up, went to their aid, and severely pounded the small Viet Cong unit, allowing the Special Forces patrol to casually stroll home. This is the only time I have ever heard of an ASA unit attacking something.
I was only there about four months, but towards the end of my tour I went out with them on Junction City II. We went up to An Loc for a while, and then started maneuvering around in the area near Lai Khe, finally ending up on the Michelin plantation at Dou Teng.
Life in the armored unit was a pleasant change from being in an infantry unit. For one thing, you got to ride to work, and didn't have to carry anything on your back. Also, before going on an operation, we would always stop by the PX and load a three-week supply of pop and beer into the back of the track. At night we would close the track up, seal the periscopes, and play Hearts and drink beer. Now this is the way to fight a war.
We stayed at Dou Teng for awhile. A brand-spanking-new Second Lieutenant had arrived, and toward the end was left with us for few days by himself. We were all seasoned veterans, and would keep him out of too much trouble. Well, one night they started walking mortars in on us. At first we weren't sure what it was, because there was a firebase several miles away in that direction, and initially we all thought the noise was coming from the firebase. The Lieutenant was the first to realize what was happening, and, good-hearted person that he was, decided he had to save the men, low-crawling over to the tent everyone else was sleeping in. It had been raining all night, and the doorway to the tent was a big depressed puddle of water. About the time he was low-crawling through the puddle, everyone else in the tent figured out what was going on, and ran out the door, firmly imbedding the Lieutenant in the bottom of the puddle. Two guys had to go back and get him.