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by Larry Williams




                                               in San Diego. After eight weeks     We were hit by artillery from
                                               of basic, eight weeks of Advanced   overhead. Everyone took off for the
                                               Infantry Training and four weeks    bunker. I felt something on my hip.
                                               of BITS (Back in the Saddle training   There was a piece of metal sticking
                                               covers professionalism, policies,   out. I was sent to the battalion aid
                                               procedures, and safe operations),   station in the field. The surgeon
                                               I went home on leave. I received    took the shrapnel out and asked,
                                               orders for the Naval Air Station    ‘Do you want this?’ I said no, and
                                               in Millington, TN. The Navy         he pitched it in the trash can. I was
                                               was on the north side, and the      sent for “light duty” at Dong Ha.
                                               Marines were on the south side.     The first sergeant put me in the
                                               The Marines didn’t have a job for   mail room picking up (not-so-light)
                                               me, so they sent me to the Navy to   60-pound bags of mail.
                                               get a job. I walked into their office
                                               and was asked where I was from.     “My hip didn’t heal properly, but
                                               When I said Texas, a woman asked    the Navy Corpsman said I needed
                                               if I could ride a horse. I told her   to get back out into the field, but
                                               I was born on a horse. So, I was    since I also had malaria, I was
                                               assigned to be a cowboy. For a year   sent to Cam Ranh Bay Air Force
                 his is the story of how Roy   and a half, I wore jeans, boots, and   Hospital. After my hospital stay,
                 Britton Gideon became a       a cowboy hat and took care of ten    I was sent to “in country R and
           Tfighting Marine. Roy was           horses.                             R.” My sergeant there needed
           born in Houston in 1946 to Burl and                                     me to drive a ‘skimmer’(a 16-foot
           Betty Gideon, but their marriage    “Eventually, a Marine Corporal
           only lasted until 1954 when the     came looking for me. I was put in a
           couple divorced. Betty moved Roy    staging battalion and put on a plane
           and his sister to Sherman where she   headed for Vietnam. We stopped
           had relatives.                      in Hawaii and Okinawa, then on to
                                               Da Nang. I was assigned to the 3rd
           After graduating from Sherman       Battalion, 3rd Marine Regiment,
           High School in 1966. “My buddy      3rd Marine Division called the
           said, ‘Let’s join the service,’ so we   3/3/3 and the ‘Fighting Third.’ In
           went down to the recruiting office.   December 1967, we were sent to
           A Marine recruiter met us in the    the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) and
           hallway and said, ‘What do you      then to the LZ (Landing Zone).
           want to do?’ I said, ‘I want to fight!’   We landed between Gio Linh and
           He said, ‘Then you’re in the right   Con Thien at A3 base during an
           place.’ So, I joined the Marines on   incoming rocket attack, so I jumped
           July 28, 1966.                      into a nearby slit trench, and a piece
                                               of shrapnel hit the dirt about an
           “I took basic training at the MCRD   inch from my nose. On March 31,
           (Marine Corps Recruiting Depot)
                                               1967, I was with a squad on patrol.



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