Jack Spratt's Vietnam Experience

Updated 09/27/2024



This is PCF 48, September 1970. I am sitting on the bow, LTjg Mike Peters in the pilothouse door and GMGSN Parks in the gun tub.
EN2 Randy Brian and RDSN Bruce Chattin are back aft. Unseen in the pilothouse behind the glass is BM2 Larry Rosato.

I spent all of 1970 in Vietnam riding Swiftboats, also known as Patrol Craft, Fast (PCF). This is my story, as best I can recall more than 50 years after the fact. But before I start, I think we all should take a moment to remember we have troops deployed in harms way right now. One of the more dissappointing things about Vietnam was the fact that the folks back home gave up on us. Lets not make that same mistake. As long as we have Warriors in harms way, why don't we all put politics aside and just give them our unconditional support until they get home.



Thanks!





Okay, here's the beginning of my story.

I joined the Navy in 1969 for the same reason lots of folks joined either the Navy, Air Force or National Guard ... because I didn't want to go to Vietnam. At that time in my life, I wasn't even sure where it was, but I knew that people were fighting a war over there, and some were dying. I gave college a try right out of high school, but what 18 year old kid is disciplined enough to make college work when you move away from home for the first time? I certainly wasn't!

My first semester went well enough, but I came to realize that I didn't have time in my life for my top priorities; school, study, work, and party. Something had to go. So, being the intelligent 18 year old I was at the time, I decided to forego the study part. I mean, after all, I had to stay in school to keep the draft off my butt, I had to work to be able to live away from Mom and Dad. Giving up partying was no option, because that was the only reason to move away from home, so I gave up the low priority, which was studying.

Now lots of folks may have done it differently, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. Well, it didn't take long for the lack of study to take it's toll, and sure enough, I found myself on the losing end of the bell curve in most of my classes. But that was all right anyway, because I was discovering I didn't have enough time for school, work and party anyway, so something had to give. This time the choice was easy - so long school! Thankfully, by now summer had rolled around, and since I was still technically "enrolled" in school, I had the deferrment until the fall semester.

I started that semester with all good intentions, but it took less than a month to decide I wasn't cut out to be a student, so I thought I would just lay low and hope the draft would pass me by.

Well, living in a small town has its advantages, but it also has its disadvantages. One of the disadvantages is that everyone knows everyone, and I was certainly no exception. My home town had a one-woman draft board, and she happened to be a close family friend. When I was home for Thanksgiving, I bumped into her in the Post Office. She said "Well, young man, I see you have dropped out of school. That's not good, you know."

I asked her if I was close to getting drafted, and she said "I really can't tell you that, it wouldn't be right, but lets just say don't make any plans after Christmas!"

Wow! There it was - like a hammer to the forehead. Weighing my options (going to Canada was out of the question), I decided that if I had to be in the military, then sleeping on a bunk with a blanket, eating 3 square meals a day on a nice ship off the coast of Vietnam would be far more pleasant than sleeping in a muddy hole (that I had to dig), eating cold C-rations (that I had to carry) and having people I didn't know try to kill me. So, bright and early Friday morning I took my self down to the Navy recruiter, and promptly joined up. They did let me slide through Christmas, though, and I raised my hand and pledged "to defend against all enemies, foreign and domestic" on January 7, 1969.

Like all carefully thought out plans, however, there are always things you overlook, and through a quirky turn of events, eleven months later my feet were making prints in the mud of Vietnam!

So, there's the introduction - from here on in, if you are interested in finding out about my Vietnam experience, just follow the links below. Enjoy yourself, there's some pictures, some stories, and just general "stuff" about my VN experience. As I said above, the memory may have clouded over the last 50-plus years, but the jist of it is accurate.

If you are expecting the typical war stories, however, you may be a little disappointed. Fortunately for me, my memory has repressed the worst parts of my tour - I remember the good times, and the not-so-bad times, but the horror eludes me, thank God!

So, sit back, and enjoy the experience from my perspective. And if you are a fellow Vietnam Vet, WELCOME HOME!




The links to the rest of the stuff are in white.

Enjoy!

PHOTO ALBUM A photo journal to give you an idea of my life onboard the boats.

MY AWARDS Medals I earned during my year in Vietnam.

THE STORIES -
I don't have any "war stories" to tell, I'll leave them to the others.
Here are some "non-war" stories from my time in "The 'Nam".
Enjoy

The Summer of 69

The day I burned my draft card

My First Night in Vietnam

I turned 21 in Vietnam - quite a celebration!

LIBERTY CALL - CAM RAHN BAY

FIRST LIBERTY IN SAIGON

THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT!

THE SPECIAL ZONE

WINNING THEIR HEARTS AND MINDS

A LITTLE BAR IN SA DEC

ONE NIGHT IN AN AUSSIE BAR

CAMBODIAN BORDER PATROL

FRED THE CAT

THE ICE CREAM SOCIAL

HITCH HIKING AROUND THE NAM

MY BRUSH WITH CELEBRITY IN NAM

STEAK AND THE ARMY

MY FIRST AMBUSH

THE REMF

THE ADMIRAL AND OUR BEER

THE MISSING WRENCH

THE RACE

R&R in Sydney

LEAVING VIETNAM

CHECK BACK PERIODICALLY, BECAUSE I WILL BE ADDING MORE STORIES AS TIME GOES BY.



You can contact me by email if you have any questions, comments, or just want to say hello.
I'd be happy to hear from you.

JSPRATT48@YAHOO.COM