Let's face it. My 1971 was quite different than those of you of 1968-69-70. This is how different it was.
I was a medic for the 3rd Platoon, Bravo Company. As such, I was never required to do guard duty out in the bush. I would do it all the same with a show of "brotherhood" towards the platoon. It would shorten watches overall for everyone. One morning I was concluding the final hours of the on-coming morning, raising sun watch hour. On a whim, I decided to check my morphine syrettes. About 4 (unless there were 5) came within a plastic case, and I carried two cases. How mind boggling when having done the check, I found one used/empty syrette neatly folded over in two. I had never used morphine in the six months, two weeks in the bush. That left me with one question: Who would steal morphine from the medic? Let alone return the empty syrette? I was shocked to point of motionless. Looking over the 22 awakening members of the platoon, I had a notion of which four of the most likely candidates it may have been. But then what?
