You’ve all heard “don’t drink the “home brew” -- I can’t remember what the name for the stuff was but, well…dummy me - I had to do it. This Vietnamese guy in the picture below worked on the post, I don’t remember what he did, I just remember one of my buddies played guitar and this Vietnamese guy would sing – he sure sounded funny. What makes this story so remarkable is that I just didn’t associate with the Vietnamese, not even the ARVN’s but this guy was different, unique.

Anyway, one day he told me he had some “home brew” – which we had all been told to stay away from. Well, I don’t know what I was thinking but I went to his place and sat around drinking this stuff and he just kept handing them to me.I have no idea what was in that stuff, whatever it is, it was enough to allow me to somehow relate to this guy well enough to sit and get sauced with him. I’m sure if I could remember any of it, there was a lot of hilarious stuff going on in that little hut.

The little guy drank right along with me and it never seemed to phase him until finally, I got sick and he just laughed.I think that was exactly what he had intended the whole time.I don’t know how I got back to the post, but I know I never touched the stuff again.

Dave Hughes
213^th A.S.H.C.
dhughes505@kc.rr.com