These pictures were taken after I graduated from Sniper School and was transferred to 3/47th, stationed at a small base called Tigers Lair, somewhere south of Siagon in the Delta.

		Here I am, all dressed up and no where to go! Tiger's Lair, 1969. The best part about being a sniper was that no one really messed with us, that is, our people. We did our job, gave them a good body count (which meant we lied a lot!) and made the troops out in the field feel safe when we arrived. Actually we were scared as hell but hid our emotions pretty good!
		I just arrived at my new location, 3/47th, Tiger's Lair. Beautiful. Fresh out of sniper school and a three day pass at Vung Tau. We had national match XM-12 M-14's, 3X9 Redfield scopes, Starlight scopes and a bag full of bravado.....
		Here I am paying attention while at sniper school. The tape hanging on my hat is used to cover up the bullet holes on the target paper. The cigarette butt in my ear made great ear plugs! I was here for about 3-4 weeks practicing shooting every day, all day long. we had some great instructers from AMTU.
		This is home-sweet-home. We built our entire "village" out of 105 and 155 ammo boxes filled with dirt. Remember the "jungle booties" I have on my feet. they were pretty nice for lounging around!!
		Check out this monster, It's my XM-12 M-14 w/silencer, Heavy as hell and good only up to about 300 yards, at best. No noise, though. Charlie had no friggin idea!
		Main gate to Tiger's Lair. That's the chopper pad behind the "gate" and the 4 "deuce" morter platoon to the right of it..
		This contraption on the right side of the canal was our "shitter". The shit hit the canal, and about a million catfish were there to grab lunch. Beat burning the stuff. Once a month the local's put on a "fish drive" and caught half the fish for their dinner. Yummy!
		This old coot was known as "Hardcore". I think at this time he was busted down to a PFC. He was an E-7, but liked his booze too much. This guy always had a cold beer on hand.
		These were my sandbag kids. They helped us do everything. Pretty good kids. I hope they're still alive and well!
		Some more poor little kids.They were everywhere.
		My partner, Deono Miller, from Menno, SD. Miller and I were through all sorts of shit. Here we were building our bunker. He was the best partner a guy could have. He still lives in SD and we talk all the time. In June, 1999 I visited Miller for his daughter's wedding. A finer family you will not find!
		This is/was our motor pool. A real shit house mess, but effective. Don't you just love how we have the fuel protected? Not! All we had was that one old wore out 3/4 ton truck.
		Mama-san filling sandbags for us. This is from outside the wire looking in. The place was laced with Claymore mines and napalm mines. We never did get hit the whole time I was there.
		Papa-san's hooch. It's a good thing we never got attacked. His hooch was right in the middle of everything! The old bird was a pretty good tailor also.
		This guy was one of the "flashy"  jeep drivers. He was drunk as a monkey and we had to sober him up, fast. I'm not too sure it worked!
		Well, at least we got a half-decent salute out of him. I wish I could remember his name!
		Here's Deono Miller and me. Miller needs to go on a diet! Me, I need some food!! We're in the process of cleaning our weapons. Remember the white LSA bottle?
		Here's a great shot of me and my buddy from New Jersey. Again, I can't for the life of me remember his name. I do know he was a certified undertaker! He was also an 11B grunt.Great guy!!
		The guy sitting down is Wayne Byron, from Mass. Seems all we did was sit around and drink beer! Wayne was a sniper also.
		I told Wayne to hold up his arm and show my mom the watch she sent to him, so here it is mom....
		Here I'm comparing our sniper rifles, XM-12 M-14 w/3x9 Redfield on the left, NM-M-14 w/starlight on the right. we could shoot the balls off of a nat with the Redfield. The starlight was another story! You know I still have these tiger fatigues but guess what...they don't fit! I think they shrank....Yikes....
		Here's a super picture of the sniper team stationed at Tiger's Lair. Again, names escape me, but the guy w/the shades is Alvin Leach. I'm in the middle, Byron's middle center and Miller is back, left.
		Here we are in Dong Tam at Sniper HQ. The guy digging into his wallet is paying for a beer. The guys hanging out here were all USAMTU marksmans-some real "hard holders". Most were members of " The Presidents 100" shooters.
		Here's a picture of Sniper HQ again. The guy behind the desk is the "first shirt", MSG Falcon. The guy sitting to the right is the same guy in the previous group picture standing front, right. Name unknown, Damn!
		Jack Beerman, from Pittsburgh, PA. Beerman was in the 4.2 mortar platoon stationed at Hep Hung, a small base down the road from Delta Company, 3/47. Beerman was the "Pied Piper of Hep Hung". He had every little kid in the 'ville hanging around him. Sometime ask me about the goat story. It's a riot and shows the thought process of Mr. Beerman! Jack's a great guy!