I was there all of '71. Arrived at Cam Rahn, but left from Saigon because Cam Rahn was being shut down by then. The flight in was dead silent all the way - half from apprehension and half from the agony of 16 hours in an overstuffed cabin and tiny seats. The ride out was silent - until gear up, and then the cheers erupted. The cabin crew said it happened that way EVERY time. Funny, the seats were not so bad this direction. I am not the least bit surprised.
Ditto to the lice-ridden, stinking hippie reception. One little [bleep] threw what smelled like a turd at me. I told him that I had just spent a year killing little [bleep] - and one more wouldn't bother me at all.
