In Viet-Nam a lot of the units had pets, or mascots. There were all kinds of dogs, more than a few monkeys, and some Iguanas here and there.
Now cats on the other hand, I never saw one the whole time I was “In Country.”
I know the reason for this, but I won’t go there. I’m sure you can figure it out for yourselves.
One door gunner had a pet monkey named Charlie Dew. The gunner was a little strange, like most of us had to be to cope. When he flew he wore a white scarf and a WW-I type leather flight helmet. It should come as no surprise that his monkey would ride on his shoulder when he flew Med-Evac missions. Charlie had a pretty much free reign around the flight crew’s hooch and he had a peculiar penchant for eating the wicks out of Zippo lighters. Pretty much everyone had one, so every now and then you could hear somebody cussing Charlie for de-wicking their lighter. People would look at each other and say, “Charlie strikes again.”
Charlie sustained a minor injury one night during a rocket attack and everyone felt Charlie deserved some sort of recognition for his injury sustained under fire. I don’t know if he ever actually got one, but I do know that paperwork was done and Private Charles E. Dew was recommended for a Purple Heart.
The mascot dog at the Headquarters Co. 15th Medical Battalion was named Cuddles, a mutt so ugly she was cute. Deaf in one ear, when she was listening for something she would turn her head so the one good ear was straight up. When you called her, she would always look at you sideways. Cuddles was loved and well fed by the guys, and like Charlie, she was welcomed in all the hooches.
Cuddles had a penchant like Charlie, but Cuddles didn’t go after wicks. Cuddles was a drug dog before there were drug dogs. She would sniff out unsecured stashes and eat all she could. Most times it was only a small amount and she would just be a little slow for a while. But on one particular occasion she found a Mother Lode. The theft was discovered too late by the owner, so there wasn’t much to do but keep an eye on her. Cuddles laid out on some sandbags and didn’t move for almost three days, except to tilt her head and drink water sideways.
There is another story about a Great Dane and a Boom-Boom girl, but I’ll save that one for another time.
i may have gotten a little lost along the way, but what wonderful memories for you to share. thank you for sharing something of a most difficult time that was indeed a wonderful story- how proud i am to be American-thanks to YOU.
thank YOU>
jch
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