May 3, 2014: On This Very Day
There Was A Reunion Which Was
A Long Time In The Making!
Two A/2-7 Cav Troopers
from NAM 66-67, met in
Marietta, Georgia for
lunch, drinks and conversation.
"On his way to see his daughter in Douglasville, Georgia, Jerry
Johnston from The Villages, Florida stopped by to see me, Mike
Kovitch, share old times and a few memories together.
We had not seen each other in 47 years, and it was great to
renew old friendships and share our recollection of events, and of
our time served in NAM. Jerry was an F.O. when I knew him, and
of course, I was an RTO. We spent about four hours together,
and then we wished each other God speed until the next time. It
was really great to see him, and I hope it's not that long until our
next visit. Jerry is in the gold shirt. The bartender was kind
enough to take our picture.
Did you notice our camo hats? We both brought these back from
NAM 47 years ago and we still have them to this day, although
they are now a little tattered and faded. Jerry even had his
embroidered with hisCapt's bars and "Bucket" handle. Amazing
how we both thought to bring them for our visit.
It was truly great to see him. It's amazing how such a little thing
was such a morale booster when we could now opt out of steel
helmets for these soft hats.The hats were so floppy that you
would take C-ration case wire thread it through the outer hat loop
so as to give it some shape that would then hold the hat rim in
Just another moment in time!
To read more about the "Boonie Hat" click the link
Posted: May 2014/JB
|SGT Mike Kovitch, RTO
NAM Photos and Information
A Company 2nd BN 7th CAV
July 1966 - July 1967
|Posted With Permission June 2013/JFB
Updated: September 2018/JFB
From Mike Kovitch
It would always be good to hear from a
fellow 1st Caver, no matter the year served.
We Gottta Get OuttaThis Place
To Commemorate the Vietnam War,
These Vets Have Something Special In
Store…2015 marked the 50th anniversary of
when regular United States combat units were
deployed to Vietnam.
To commemorate that, the Patriots Point Naval
& Maritime Museum put this video together,
which, in addition to footage from the war
itself, shows Vietnam War veterans lip-
synching to the song: “We’ve Gotta Get Out of
"I thoroughly enjoyed the Nam Vet lip synching
video to "We Gotta Get Out Of This Place."
"This reminded me of a now distant discourse David
Floyd, the A/2-7 Webmaster, and I once had about
our physical memories of certain events in combat.
Specifically, we talked about first impressions of
combat and being fired upon being nothing like it is
in the movies. While watching a movie from the
comfort of your armchair, all you see and hear are
soldiers getting shot at.
What we both remembered while talking was not
only being fired upon but the immediate
overwhelming sounds of bullets everywhere around
you, the deflection of bullets hitting branches, the
ground and all plus the tremendous noise all this
gunfire, grenades and mortars create. Couple with
this the terrible smells in the air and the adrenaline
rush you are now experiencing. With the lingering
smell of white phosphorous grenade smoke burning
your nose after each firefight was over you would
slowly come back to earth and then reflect upon
what had just transpired, quietly thanking the Lord
that you were still here to fight another day,
saddened that you just lost a buddy you would
never see again. I remember praying for him/them
and asking the Lord to give their families the
strength to get through this upon hearing the news
they would now soon receive about their loved
Sitting back stateside reading in the local
newspaper this week alone there were 278 Vietnam
casualties. doesn't really have the same impact as
a loved one's family getting news their hero is now
MAY THEY ALL REST IN PEACE AND WE SALUTE
Posted: January 2015/JFB
"Fifty two years ago, on February 18, 1966, I was inducted into the U.S. Army on Ponce de Leon Ave in the old converted
Sears Building in Atlanta, Georgia.
There were hundreds of us there that particular day and none of us were happy. There was no military lottery yet and the
Army and Marines were drafting everybody, or so it seemed. Little did I know what would be in store for me the next two
years. So long ago, and still I remember much of it to this day.
This was to be the first time in my life I truly felt like just a number, just a piece of meat. Basic training would
begin in just a few days as we were off that evening to Ft. Benning GA., my duty station for the next few months.
In a month I would turn 21 and on that very day, a Saturday night, when everyone else was out on the town,
I was pulling K.P. What a way to spend your 21st birthday day. I was pretty depressed, and little did I know just how
depressed I would get in the coming months.
I look back and laugh now, but I wasn't laughing much then. None of us were. My war had begun. Fifty two years. Boy! That
makes me feel old for sure. Ha! When I now look at photos of me on Alpha, I almost don't recognize myself.
We all looked so young. I am glad the nightmare is over."
Updated September 2018/JFB
"I remember when, on my first Huey flight out of AnKhe to Pleiku, my first day
with my new unit, C/2/7, as we flew into and landed at our first LZ, I remember
thinking how surprisingly similar the red looking soil was to Georgia red clay.
This was during the monsoon season and I, to this day, vividly remember how
covered in mud all my new fellow troopers were. We were quickly assigned to a
platoon squad and the squad leader handed me a soaking wet pack covered in
red mud, grenades and ammo pouches already attached to it. Looking at that
pack, I quickly lost interest and appreciation for the red clay, as we all noticed
the stares of the troops gathered around us, checking us out. I'm sure they were
thinking, What a bunch of cherries. They all looked pretty rough and none of
them were smiling. They had just come in off an LRP and had a strange look
about them, you know that seasoned soldier, don't give me any shit look. I, had
not yet purchased any kind of camera, so have no photos from those early days,
in my album but vividly remember mumbling my private, Oh, shits, under my
breath, as I wondered what in the world have I gotten myself into. (no
explanation necessary, I'm sure, since you were there)
As you look at the first pages of my photo album, you will notice the photo quality
looks pretty poor. I finally picked up a Minolta half frame camera in a local village
and that's what these early pics were shot on. When you get into page 2 or 3, you
will notice the quality of the photos looks noticeably better. On my first R&R, I
bought a Pentax SLR and a few lenses, at the base exchange at Tachikawa
(spelling?) AFB in Tokyo, which is what I used to take most of the rest of the
photos in the album."