Our countless operations had provided results and restructuring was in progress. After being together from the start of Battalion Landing Team 3/5 in Camp Pendleton, some of the remaining members of 3/5 were being transferred to other organizations in country, and replacements had been arriving daily. Somberly reflecting, I remembered that the Battalion CO, in his address to all the Marines before we left Long Beach, had said that through the history of the battalion back to WWI, a third of us would not be returning, and that prophesy had proven correct. On a somewhat lighter note, I remembered, in the unique wisdom of the Corps, we had been sent for cold weather training at the base of Mount Fuji, Japan, before heading to one of the hottest climates in the world. Thinking about it know, I'm sure it was to give more than a thousand Marines, who were chomping at the bit to engage with the enemy, something to do until we were scheduled to enter the combat zone. I was transferred to 1st MP's at the Danang airbase. Being that I had a government driver’s license and their CO was looking for a driver, I got the job. My brother, who was with 1/1, had entered 'Nam approximately two months after me. He was informed it had been recognized that two immediate family members were in the combat zone and one of us had to leave. As this was a high priority for the staff that looked after this sort of thing, they had been smothering him with paperwork and deadlines. Contacting me at Danang, he had arranged a day or so off to hitch a ride in on a convoy so we could discuss this matter in person. I met the convoy and took him over to the EM club for a few beers. We both knew if one of us left the combat zone, he would be returning to finish his tour when the other’s tour was completed. Not wanting to lose our combat edge, we both signed waivers to remain in Vietnam until the end of our existing tours. Finishing our beers, we went to the mess hall, after that I then fixed him up with a rack in the barracks for the night. The next morning he caught a convoy back to his Battalion in time for their next operation. I preceded to ascertain what sort of combat zone military police activity I could get involved in, and found out it was limitless . . . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uvkzp3vcXN8&feature=related