In late January, 1966 my battalion — 3rd Battalion, 1st Marines — was transported from Camp Schwab in Okinawa to Naha, where we embarked on the attack transport U.S.S. Paul Revere (APA-248). We were headed for Quang Ngai Province, South Vietnam, to begin Operation Double Eagle against communist forces. On the way, we stopped for an overnight amphibious training operation on the island of Mindoro in the Philippines, and then re-embarked on Paul Revere. This is what happened next (excerpted from my memoir) about my Vietnam War experiences:
Before we left the Philippine Archipelago, Paul Revere’s gunners engaged in some practice firing their 3”/50 caliber guns on a small island that the navy used as a firing range. The 3”/50 fires a projectile with a diameter or caliber of 3 inches (76 millimetres); its barrel is 150 inches (3.8 meters) long, 50 times the caliber of the shells it fires; hence, the word caliber refers to both the diameter of the 3”/50’s shells and tothe 50-caliber length of its barrel.
Although the 3”/50 caliber gun is a relative midget in the world of military artillery, it is is no small weapon. I wasn’t about to miss the excitement, so I found a spot near and right behind one of the guns. Though I was behind the gun, the pressure wave from each shot slammed hard against my chest. I was surprised that I could see the 3”/50 caliber shells in flight, much as I had once seen the .22 long rifle bullets I was firing from my own rifle into the large, dark entrance to an old manganese mine near my childhood home. In both cases, the projectiles were flying directly away from me; I doubt that humans are capable of tracking a nearby, high-velocity projectile at right angles to their line of sight.
This incident would come back to haunt me. Back in 2001, I was diagnosed with both hyperacusis (extremely sensitive hearing) and tinnitus. My audiologist believes that the incident on Paul Revere, plus several exposures to the sounds of weapons in Vietnam (from 155mm Long Tom guns, an IED that exploded maybe 40 feet away from me, as well as rifles, machine guns, grenades, and rockets) are a direct cause of my hearing problems. She even wrote a letter for me to send to the VA to apply for disability compensation, but I was turned down.
Bob
On the bench: A diorama to illustrate the crash of a Beech T-34B Mentor which I survived in 1962 (I'm using Minicraft's 1/48 model of the Mentor), and a Pegasus model of the submarine Nautilus of 20,000 Leagues Under the Seas fame.