Reflections of a Warrior: Six Years as a Green Beret in Vietnam by Elwood J.C. Kureth & Franklin D. Miller

Author:Elwood J.C. Kureth & Franklin D. Miller [Kureth, Elwood J.C.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2007-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

Still More Snakes

Another time I was in Saigon, just relaxing and having a good time. During the course of my merrymaking I picked up this very attractive young lady. We decided to go back to her place.

Her hooch was a very nondescript two-story dwelling along the Saigon River, with the owner of the building living on the top level. She rented the first floor.

We wrestled around on the bed for a few minutes. She got up and went to the bathroom, and when she returned she said to me, “Why don’t you take a shower? Be more comfortable.”

I’d been running around for a couple of days in the sticky, nasty heat and dust of Saigon. I was rather unclean, so the idea of a shower was appealing. I took off my clothes and headed for the “bathroom,” which was really just a tiny room that had a shower stall and a hole in the floor for a toilet.

It was dark in that room. There was no light in the room itself, just the light that came from the bedroom. The stall had some kind of white tile on the walls, which made it possible to barely make out my surroundings. I went to step into the shower stall and hesitated. I thought, something is out of order here. I didn’t know what it was, but I didn’t enter the stall. Maybe it was just the good Lord looking out for me again.

I looked at the shower hose. There was something not quite right about it. It looked strange.

My eyes were adjusting to the dimness of the room by this time, and I stared really hard at the shower hose. Suddenly a chill assaulted my spine. The fucking hose was a snake! It was a krait, a deadly poisonous snake. I almost shit on myself.

I ran back into the bedroom and told the girl about the snake. She kept telling me there wasn’t any snake, and I kept insisting there was. Finally, she went into the room to see for herself.

By this time I’d thrown a towel around my waist and retrieved one of my weapons, a 9mm Browning high-powered handgun. I headed outside to talk to the owner about the snake. He was already coming down the outside stairway because he heard all the noise I was making. When he hit the ground floor he saw me standing there, naked except for a towel and holding my weapon.

He got all excited because he thought I was going to shoot someone. We were speaking Vietnamese at this point. I told him I wasn’t going to shoot anybody, and I told him there was a big snake in the house. He said, “No, no. No snake in the house.” But he could see that I was serious, so he went in to see for himself.

He jumped back quickly when he saw the krait. He hollered for his wife to bring down a bucket of scalding water. I couldn’t shoot the snake because the noise would summon the police, who’d think something serious was happening.

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