Phu
Bia - In 1967, I had been in 3rd Shore Party for about 9 months, so I was
a veteran of sorts. I had spent most of my time in the north, at Đông Hà,
Charlie Company. It was a common thing to get 2 or 3 rocket and mortar
attacks a week. I was being transferred to Camp Evans to A Company, so I
was in transit at H&S Company in Phu Bia. A rocket attack there was a
rare occurrence. One night we were awaken by loud explosions. There wasn't
the whistling of rockets, just the explosions. A new Sargent, who had only
been in country a couple of days, began screaming that we were being
overrun! He screamed for everyone to get to the perimeter. We started
getting our stuff together. We put on our flack jackets, helmets, boots
and grabbed our rifles. Most of us had been through this many times before
(NO BIG DEAL).
Sgt Stepp was brand new, this was his
first attack. When we got to the perimeter Sgt Stepp was there running
from hole to hole, screaming that he had been there for TEN MINUTES before
anyone else showed up! He said, "I thought I was going to hold this
perimeter by myself!" A corporal, who's name I don't remember said,
"Who is this guy . . . John Wayne?"
Sarge was getting all hyper and was all
keyed up. A little while later it all quieted down and we started back to
our tents. When I got back to my tent, I noticed someone had tripped over
Sargent Stepp's stuff and knocked it into the isle. As I started to step
over it I saw the name on it---SGT. JOHN WAYNE STEPP. He really was
John Wayne!
When the rest of the guys came in I showed
it to them. We had a good Laugh about his name. The next morning we were
told it was our own artillery falling short. John Wayne saved us again,
and I thought he only was in the movies. I left for Camp Evans a few days
later and never saw Sargent Stepp again.
SGT.
Stepp, where ever you are, pilgrim, may you live on in infamy!