Tom "Doc" Duthie's Collection

4th Platoon, E Company, 4th/47th Battalion, 2nd Brigade

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Basic Training photo taken at Fort Ord, Calif.
April, 1966
 

Introduction - Hello! I am Thomas S. Duthie, Jr. I grew up in Beaverton, Oregon, a suburb of Portland. Following high school graduation, I attended Portland community College while working full time, which was very difficult. So, I decided to enlist in the U.S. Army, which I did on April 11, 1966 in Portland.  I felt proud joining the Army and I figured the G I Bill would be beneficial in later years. My Basic Training was at Fort Ord, California.  Then it was off to Fort Sam Houston for combat medic school, where I graduated as "Outstanding Trainee".  This led to Clinical Specialist School.  Upon graduation, it was on to Fort Dix, New Jersey for Republic of Viet Nam orientation, which was basically a total waste of time.  Soon afterwards, I found myself at Camp Bearcat for further orientation and patrols around Bearcat's perimeter and nearby rubber plantation.  It was August of 1967, when I was assigned to Echo Company, 4th/47th at Dong Tam where I was 4th Platoon's sole medic.  The 4th Platoon guys treated me good but they couldn't understand why I had not been previously assigned to an infantry unit, so they taught me how to survive in the jungles, rice paddies and swamps.  I remember wishing that I could have gone to Basic and Advanced Infantry Training with those guys, because they were all closer than brothers. 

It was pretty scary going out on those patrols searching for the V.C., but soon, my new friends made me feel like a brother too and I've always been so grateful for that.

It was cold, dark and rainin' hard the night of December 21,1967, as we were ordered to set up a listening post in a wood line outside Dong Tam's perimeter.  It was so dark and loud with rain that we couldn't hear the frogs or anything, and we could only imagine seeing things that weren't real.  Sergeant Foster didn't like the hard rain, so we set up in a little shed that had been used previously.  Little did we know that the V.C. had buried a 155-howitzer shell there just for us!  We had just settled in; I was plenty nervous and could literally hear my heart beating when about 1:00 A.M. the V.C. detonated the shell from a remote location.  When I came to, Jimmy Bramlett was shouting, Doc, are you ok?  Wake up!  We've been hit!   We've got guys wounded!  Jimmy, Manuel Castillo, Cranston Wyatt, and I were wounded - I didn't even realize that I was wounded.  Then my leg wouldn't move and was burning hot! I felt my leg and my fingers slid inside the wound.  I didn't remember anything until being loaded on the dust off chopper, and then nothing.  I was almost dead from blood loss when I got to the operating room. The tourniquet that Jimmy had placed on my leg saved my life.  The doctors removed the fragment that was right next to my femoral nerve and artery, but the wound was not closed thus allowing it to drain.  A few days later at the 17th Field Hospital in Saigon, they sutured the muscles together and then pulled the skin together with wire sutures.  The wire sutures pulled through the skin, but were used again at the 8th Field Hospital.  Again, the sutures pulled out and an infection had set in by the time I reached the 249th General Hospital in Japan I almost lost my leg.  Soon, I was sent to Madigan Army Hospital at Fort Lewis, Washington for skin grafting and physical therapy.  My last assignment was at Madigan Hospital in the emergency room as a tech, and ambulance medic.  The V A gave me 30% disability for my leg. I left the Army and became a fire fighter/paramedic until 1996.  In 1983, I joined the Army Reserves and in December of 1990 I was activated for Desert Storm and ended up in Nuremberg, Germany as assistant Chief Ward Master at the 98th General Hospital.  I retired in 1996 as Sergeant Major E-9. I fully realize that I am a very lucky man to have survived Viet Nam and I am so fortunate to have three great sons and a beautiful wife.

In December of 1999, I managed to find Jimmy Bramlett and he described the events of that terrible night 32 years prior.  Jimmy told me that he had bandaged my leg and that I had patched up his wounded arm, and he fixed Manuel and Cranston.  It was so great, that after all those years to finally find out exactly what happened that cold rainy night. Jimmy lives near Tulsa, Oklahoma and I visited him in June of 2000.  We agreed that the good times out numbered the bad, and that we will never forget those that paid the ultimate price in Viet Nam.  May God Bless Them All!         Tom "Doc" Duthie - January 14, 2003

South Vietnamese workers at Dong Tam - pretty Mia often told
 Tom, "I love you too much, you numba one G.I."
 

Tom and his buddies favorite hangout between patrols at Dong
 Tam - the NCO/Em Club - fancy digs for any infantryman, eh!
 

Tom still pulling barge security - he so enjoyed Mekong Delta's
 waterways he couldn't stay out of them. Use the ramp, Tom!
 

Tom Duthie with his bad ass M-79 Grenade Launcher getting
 ready for another grueling patrol in the Mekong Delta.
 

Pulling security during Thanksgiving, 1967 for a 4 Duce
 Mortar Barge - day time perimeter duty was okay, but
night time was pretty scary bizness.
 

Tom with a Bamboo Viper killed by Jimmy Bramlett.
  You get bitten, you get only 3 more steps.
 

Top side on the USS Benewah on the Mekong River near the
 9th Infantry Division's Base Camp, Dong Tam.
 

4th Platoon's lean mean fightin' machine, Tom Duthie, takin' a break
 between patrols on the Mekong River to dry out his feet.
 

The USS Benewah's Navy crew blasting away with their big bad Quad 40's at the VC
 down in the Delta.  Below, another sailor firing a 50 Caliber Machine Gun
. . .
 

Here's Tom shortly after arriving in the Delta and
 joining Echo Company - very cool beret, Tom.
 

Tom's good buddy Jimmy Bramlett in the sleeping quarters
aboard the USS Benewah
. . .
 

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