ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Disabledveteran Viet Nam [February 2012]
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Mr. Whiskey Viet Nam James J Alonzo
Mr. Whiskey VN
(C) James J Alonzo
Today, Our point man was a skinny, wiry individual from some hill top in Tennessee named Jimmy Davis, he was one of the best trained and toughest soldiers that I ever had the pleasure to serve with.
However he had one strange behavior, he had an imaginary friend named "Mr. Whiskey". He would talk to Mr. Whiskey, talk through Mr Whiskey, and tell you what he said. If I asked him if he spotted the enemy, he would respond,
" No sarge I didn't but Mr Whiskeys says to tell you he did and it was about 10 viet cong."
One time, we were at a bar, Jimmy Davis would order two drinks, one for himself, and one for Mr Whiskey. Then he would sit there and chat with Mr Whiskey. Jimmy would drink his drink, then say aloud to his friend,
"You want me to drink your drink? Okay."
Then when the drinks were gone, Jimmy ordered two more drinks. I was told that he did this when he went to a brothel, ordering two ladies, one for Mr Whiskey and one for him. No body dared question him on this too deeply in fear Jimmy might snap.
Most of the guys stay away from him socially, but in combat they like him to be near, Mr Whiskey or not. I, as his squad leader I was used to Jimmy and recognized his ability so I ignored his friend.
This morning we are moving slowly in a single column through a growth of elephant grass that is knee to chest high. jimmy Davis moved slowly for a few meters, stopped, squatted down, scans everything ahead, looks back at me, gives a "thumbs up" and moves again. We all hold our breath each time he does this.
I follow approximately forty meters behind Jimmy with the rest of the platoon behind me. This area known as the 'iron triangle' has been a hotbed of enemy movement and we are ever aware of their possible ambushes. Also, our nerves are on edge, as we have had numerous scares over the past few days from encountering wild boars, deer, snakes and even a tiger that had walked down a road just 100 meters from one of our ambushes. The difference here is that crying out in surprise can cost you your life.
Suddenly Jimmy freezes - I hand signal a freeze to the rest of the unit and they automatically disappear down into the grass into prone defensive positions. I am now ready to fire my M-16 to cover our point man. Eerily, he starts walking backwards toward me, not moving his gaze off of his immediate front.
As he gets to me, I ask him in a whisper,
"What is it"?
Jimmy answers in a loud shaken voice,
"Mr Whiskey says there is a snake, big snake!"
Since he is obviously unnerved by this situation, I said,
"Go back to the squad, I'll check it out."
Having dealt with human snakes most of my life while growing up in the ghetto of Buffalo, NY. I felt this was nothing I couldn't handle and moved slowly forward checking out the grass ahead of me. Meanwhile Hearing Jimmy Davis behind me, saving,
"I glad you are going to check it out, but Mr. Whiskey says to tell you, your f%#*Ed!"
When I have moved about forty meters, the hair on the back of my neck stands straight up as a hooded cobra rises angrily out of the grass 8 feet in front of me. With a sound like a high-pressure air hose leaking and its head at the top of the two-foot high grass, the cobra quickly let me know that I am on his turf. To shoot the snake would give our position away.
The rattlesnakes and copperheads back in The woods of upstate New York, have not quite prepared me for this fearsome display, so I retreated. Moments later I have a quick conference with the platoon Sergeant and we decide to move out in a different direction, giving the cobra a very wide berth.
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Another time on patrol, we were going into a hamlet. It was a search and destroy mission, so the plan was enter the hamlet, from different directions, round up the citizens. Meanwhile looking for VC soldiers, weapons, and large amounts of supplies, and destroy them.
As we approached the hamlet on the north side, we drew fire from a hidden machine gun position. Jimmy Davis was at point and immediately charge the position firing his M-16. meanwhile other laid down cover fire for Jimmy.
As Jimmy worked his way closer, he threw a hand grenade into the position killing two Viet Cong. After we finished securing the rest of the hamlet, Lt Best approached me,
"Who was that that charged the machine gun position?"
"It was Jimmy Davis sir," I responded,
"I am recommending Davis for a Bronze Star. Do you want to tell him?"
"No sir," I replied, "It would be better if it came from you sir."
"Well call him over." Lt Best ordered.
I went and found Davis and told him that Lt Best wanted to see him, and Davis followed me back to the Lieutenant But I could hear Davis talking to his friend Mr. Whiskey,
"How do I know what the lieutenant wants!"
"What? I know you don't like The sarge but he says the Lieutenant wants to see us, we go."
With a shake of my head, I chose to ignore those comments, as I always have. When we got to Lt Best, I stated,
"Alonzo and Davis reporting as ordered."
"Yes, Davis," said Lt best, "nice work on that machine gun emplacement. I am putting you in for a Bronze Star."
"You putting me in for a medal? What about Mr. Whiskey?
The Lieutenant not knowing who Davis was talking about chose to ignore Davis's question and said,
"No, just you."
"Well sir, I don't want it sir." replied Davis
"What do you mean you don't want it?", shouted Lt Best.
"Sir, he helped me, if you are not going to recommend Mr. Whiskey for the medal, I don't want one!"
Knowing that the Lieutenant had no clue who Mr. Whiskey was, I said,
"Ah sir," I said, "May I have a word with you privately?"
I took Lt Best aside and explained who Mr Whiskey was. I expected that he would understand, but Lt Best flipped out!
" Are you saying this Davis is nuts?"
"No sir, he just has a friend that helps him cope. Davis is a good soldier."
Lt Best started to walk a way, stopped, turned back to me and shouted,
"I'm not doing it! I'll put him in for the Bronze, but not HIS f%!?*ing friend. This guy is dangerous, he is a section 8. (crazy) Do you understand!?"
"Yes sir!" I said and walked away.
Months later our troop was called into formation for a medal ceremony. Commanding officer-Captain Chole and Lt Best called Jimmy Davis to front and center, reading from a citation they present the medal and attempted to pin it on Davis. Putting his hand up to block it, he said something to the two officers, saluted, did an about face, and walked away. Both officers stood there with their mouths open. Meanwhile the first sergeant having heard Davis refusal, unless they gave Mr. Whiskey a a medal, called the troop to attention and dismiss us.
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