# My old buddy “Tex”

Sgt Grit:

My old buddy “Tex” Keyes told me this story. Tex and Sandoval, aka Tex for they were both from Texas, went out with a line company. They were the TAC team with one carrying the large radio and the other with a case of C-Rations and water on his pack board. He said they landed in a hot LZ with shrapnel flying all over. Tex said they manage to get into a small hole with neither able to move very much. Soon Sandoval asked Tex to feel his backside because it felt wet. Tex said he felt the wetness and determined it was water. He told Sandoval you got hit in the butt and it is bleeding real bad. Tex said Sandoval got real quite and did not say anything else. When the fire lifted and they got up Sandoval found out it was only one canteen had been hit he chased Tex all over and said he was going to kick his butt. Tex went to Bangkok on R&R and brought a pet snake back to the Rockpile but that is another story. That is picture of me and Tex at A-3 in 1968.

## 5 thoughts on “My old buddy “Tex””

1. MSgt Edd Prothro, USMC Ret. 1964-1984 says:

There is absolutely no way that a pretender could fictionalize a story like that, nor duplicate the appearance of the people in the photograph. It could only happen to two exceptionally good friends, best buddies put in an undaunting situation, not of their making, and somehow figure a way to survive and even have a haughty laugh about it. I sincerely hope that both Tex & Tex survived, had long and peaceful lives, good lookin’ wives and many children and grandchildren to adore. God knows that they, and the many others who survived Vietnam, deserve it. We were all so young, invincible and full of joy, just to have lived to see another sunrise. Semper Fi!!! Top Pro

2. Nick says:

The photo made me laugh! The guy on the left looks like he belongs in a Beetle Bailey cartoon! Nick

1. Paaul says:

Have never seen such an un squared away cover! Ha! Ha! Paul.

3. Theses guys would never have made it in my platoon, dressed like this.

4. william george says:

I was at the Rockpile 1969-1970 5th 175 we had our ways to keep us going. stories from home we shared all the time . But we had each others back