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Plt. 349 USMCRD
San Diego, CA
From Paul Prosise
A 349er Out in
the Middle of Nowhere
While on TAD with a Camp Pendleton Communications Battalion on
Operation Blue Star, I was in the middle of the jungle in
Taiwan around 1960 doing the communications for a war game
when I heard there was a small village about two miles away. I
managed to borrow a PC (in those days a PC was a Personnel
Carrier, a 3/4 ton truck) and found the village. There wasn't much to this village
but there was one combination bar/restaurant. I went inside and
there was Dee Bayes
who I had not seen for 2 years since 349 boot camp.
(He is #10 in the
platoon photo). He was surrounded by about eight
locals all speaking Chinese. We were the only Americans in the
whole village. Keep in mind that we both enlisted in Hawaii
where he had lived for some time so he could speak some
Chinese. Also keep in mind that because he was the son of a
Commander, the DIs kept
a pretty close watch on him and, by association, on me as well.
He had always been a bit of a non-conformist and had apparently
snuck off from his outfit (just as I had). Just as we were starting to get caught
up, up pulled a jeep load of Marines from his outfit who had
been looking for him, something about his CO needing a
translator. They literally drug him out and took him
off and that's the last I ever saw of him.
When the photographer came
around to take pictures for the platoon book, he often chose
me as I had about ten stitches in my face from hand to hand combat
training in this photo and the one of me going over the wall.
(The instructor said he wanted to see blood on the mats before
class was over so..).
The day we were having bayonet training, as you can see from
the photo, the photographer was standing right in front of me.
We were supposed to let out our most blood-curling yell, jab
while taking a step three times. Because the photographer was
there right in front of me, I just stepped in place. As you can
see from the shadow of the guy behind me, he kept stepping forward.
On the third jab, a bayonet came right next to my ear and about
took my ear off!