View attachment 814685 Dad arrived in Vietnam in 66 as an army mp, I guess when he landed and during processing he saw a buddy and they decided to go get a drink. Ended up on a working party after reporting to his duty station after 3 days of being awol.
The work detail was sorting through fatigues, he told me he found a “nice Italian switchblade” in the pocket of some trousers. Instead of keeping the knife he turned it over to the sergeant in charge of the duty. He told me (more than once) he wished he’d kept the knife.
Not exactly a Audie Murphy scenario