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on Thursday, 08 November 2007

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O Negative
by Bob Vitray 823rd, 67-69

“Vitray.”

   “What’s up Sarge?”

   “Doc called.  Your record says you got type O negative blood.  That true?

   “O neg.  I think so.”  I made a show of checking my dog tags as if I needed to make sure.  I was trying to figure out what was going on.  Why did Doc care what my blood type was.  Doc was what we called the sergeant and staff sergeant that the 823rd Red Horse squadron had assigned as medics.  As an independent squadron the 823rd had its own cooks, carpenters, mechanics, heavy equipment operators, water and wastewater processors and bug sprayers.  That was my job, engineer entomology specialist.  I spent very little time actually doing it though.  Usually I was either out on the perimeter as a Security Police augmentee or working with Vietnamese crews building shelters and revetments to protect our planes from rockets and mortars.  The Red Horse mission required that we build a base capable of operating a tactical squadron in thirty days and then provide support and services to that squadron while we enlarged and improved the base.  And why in the devil were they asking about my blood type?

   “Yeah.” I answered in a deliberate drawl fingering my tag, “It says here that I am indeed type O negative."   

   “Wait here.  When the bus comes you get on and do what they tell you.”

   I was mystified.  Because of my blood type I was being told (ordered) to get on a bus.  “Is this an augmentee job?”  I had been spending a fair amount of time working on the perimeter at night as a sentry or on our RED HORSE quick reaction force, though I couldn’t figure out what my blood type had to do with anything unless the worst happened and I got shot.

   “Nope, some folks downtown need some help and you volunteered.”

   “Should I check out my weapon?”

   “Naw, it ain’t that kind of a deal.  They’ll explain it when you get on the bus.”

   Since I had no choice I did as I was told and eventually the old blue school bus drove up and I and a few other pink ponies clambered aboard.  Apparently Red Horse was the last stop.  The bus already had a bunch of troops on it from other squadrons.  We were all mystified.  The bus drove to the Main gate and after the driver dealt with the guards we went through.  I had never been to “downtown” Bien Hoa before.  I had not availed myself of the opportunity to take a pass during the three months I was there before the town was declared “off limits” during Tet ’68.  I could get all the booze I wanted on base and the prostitutes in town lost whatever allure they might have had after our medics explained that the VD rate was about 115% (some of the ladies of leisure had more than one kind of disease) and that one of the strains of gonorrhea was so virulent that one might be consigned to Johnson Island for many months until a cure was effected.  I didn’t know if this was true, but it was enough to knock the romance out of me while I was there.

   I don’t remember much of the town I saw looking through the windows on the bus.  I have an impression of dusty red dirt tracks and low slung shacks.  Eventually we pulled into a little compound that was only slightly more substantial than the slummy structures that surrounded it.  The driver grunted something that approximated “everybody out,” and we all disembarked.  Then a tall guy accompanied by a rather attractive blonde approached us from the building to our left.

   “Good day, men.”  I noticed that his fatigues had strange little things on them and realized that he was an officer from down under.

   “Welcome to the Bien Hoa Australian Medical Mission men.  We need your help.    To be specific we need your blood.  I’ve got a woman here who just gave birth and we can’t stop the bleeding.  Your records indicate that you are universal donors and that you have all given blood previously.  Is that so?”

   We nodded our assent.

   “Does anyone object to helping us out on this?”

   I think it was the presence of the Nurse that did the trick on this one.  I can’t remember her well enough to say how she would have stacked up in civilian life,  but we were as deprived as the sailors in Rodgers and Hammerstein’s South Pacific.  What was a little blood compared to a chance to act studly while performing a good deed in front of a blonde, round-eyed, “female, feminine, dame.”

   In any event, nobody objected.  We were led inside and sat around a small ward while the deed was done and the life giving fluid was taken.  Like many things in war the finish was anticlimactic.  A surgeon did come out and tell us while the last few guys were finishing up their donation that they still hadn’t managed to stop the bleeding.  I do not know if either the mother or the baby survived that day or the difficult years that followed.  I like to imagine that we succeeded in our mission of mercy and that both live happily in a Vietnam that is finally able to have a successful future, but I do not know.

   After a couple of hours we climbed back aboard the bus and returned to the base.  I got the rest of the day off and went and had a burger, fries and coke at the BX snack bar and that was it.  A few nights later I was out on the perimeter again.  A little scared. A little bored. I prayed that nothing would happen while sometimes I secretly hoped that it would.  The cliché is a cliché because it is true.  War is a lot of boredom somehow invested with the possibility of getting way too exciting way too fast.   
 

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O negative blood

by: Redhorse69 (Registered) on 26-08-2017 07:20

O negative blood

by: Redhorse69 (Registered) on 26-08-2017 07:20

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