Near the end of my time in country as a medic my paper-work got all "Army-ed" up and I was mistakenly issued orders to prepare to head State-side.
As I wandered around in-country with fouled up orders trying to get back to my unit in Pleiku... I spent a stormy Christmas eve. night with some brothers who were sorting Xmas mail in a hangar in Phu Bai.
Eventually I caught a ride on a C-130 with the boys from graves registration hauling a midnight load of sad cargo.
In Da Nang air terminal I spent the night eating stale donuts and opening a box of Xmas cards from a third grade class in Utah.
Back in Pleiku I was essentially orderless & jobless for the next 3 weeks - so I volunteered to do the daily mail run on route 19. (Anything to get outside the wire again!)
"OK Fish, you have a military driving license, right?"
"Well, no." (slipped my mind to mention I didn't know how to drive)
"No problem. Go down to the motor pool and get a license issued and select a vehicle from the best of the wrecked vehicles there."
At the motor pool I found a 3/4 ton with a lovely patina, including shot out wind screen and driver's door.
I was issued a paper license, installed a plywood sign, lettered - "US MAIL DO NOT DELAY"
My truck leaked gas badly up front but with no windscreen, nor driver's door I figured it was OK to smoke. The roads were cleared of mines nightly by the brave ARVN's - consequently I drove extra fast figuring I could outrun any explosion.
I learned that when a speeding armored personnel carrier painted with dragon teeth and lettered "BAD MOON RISING" approaches at a cross road - HE gets the right-away!
For the next 3 weeks I terrorized myself, and others, speeding between 3 distant compounds - and taught myself to drive!
(yesterday my teenage daughter asked how I learned to drive)
Fish
3/4 ton Army truck looks like this...when new, I guess.

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