Dec. 1969 - That was Christmas and New Year's in VN for me. They flew a spotter plane over our outfit blaring Christmas Carols through their propaganda loudspeaker. Mostly you heard the propellor, felt the heat, and it did not feel like Christmas.
On New Year's eve, at midnight, everybody got to the perimeter and opened up with everything we had; flares, M-60's and 16's, a Real fireworks display. Thinking back about 100 drunken guys with automatic weapons - probably safer there than driving through Seattle at rush hour.