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Our tour in Viet Nam for the USO Hollywood Overseas Committee started off with a bang. The VC dropped rockets within four blocks of our hotel in downtown Saigon and leveled over a half a block killing and wounding quite a few. Ken and I dashed to the window to watch instead of getting on the floor and pulling our mattresses over us as we had been instructed to do. We had yet to learn that this was a real war with real guns. Later, we would hear the simple sound of our escort officer putting the clip into his automatic, and the hair on the back of our necks would rise.
We were given an escort officer who was to "live" with us for the entire tour. We could go nowhere without him even on our day of rest. He was Lt. Mc Clean and back in Florida he had been a football player for the university. He checked on all foulups such as plane delays, took care of all red tape and arrangements at the bases where we were scheduled and saw to it that we didn't do something foolish to get our heads blown off. He had all the headaches.
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