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By Pete Stivers, 1st Platoon Fox Co 2/5, May ’69-March ’70
My story starts when Fox Company was patrolling all week along the Song Vu Gia River 5 kilometers west from Hill 65. Later in the afternoon we set in by this ville’ and everyone dug in. One Marine had to dig a 6’x6’x6′ hole because he fell asleep on his watch the night before. If Sgt. T. Byrd knew of it you were at his mercy.
As it grew dark we all set in by our fox holes and the night began. “Goodnight Chesty” I’ve got your back! I hope someone’s got mine? Around 0300 the company was instructed and ordered to saddle up. Soon we would be moving out and back up to hill 65. All hell and panic started when our 1st platoon radioman, Mike Robinson was not seen, heard, or accounted for. Doc Connely kept bugging me. “Stivers, where’s your buddy Robinson?” I didn’t have any idea and didn’t want to raise my voice so the enemy outside our perimeter could know our location and give away our positions.
I kept asking each Marine I crossed paths with if they had seen Mike. I was checking every hooch and he never came out. Finally we all moved out and reached hill 65 safely. In the Quonset hut I was really flipping out. I wondered what had happened to him, his actual whereabouts and what would be his fate in the end.
Around 0600, still dark outside, here he comes up the main road, yelling and crying, and scared to death the sentries would blow him away. He was dragging all his gear plus his Marine Corps issued sleeping bag. Claim-ing we had left him behind, he was still crazy mad at us.
Then I heard all the commotion. I saw Robinson at the doorway. Wow it was a big relief to see that he had made it back to hill 65. He kept yelling we left him behind, but I assured him that we checked everywhere but had no luck finding him. He said Papa Son had invited him to sleep down under the hooch in his bomb shelter but failed to tell anyone.

I said, “ Mike, thank God you’re alive and safe. Stop crying, get yourself squared away Marine. You could have been forced to march to an enemy prison camp tonight instead of Hill 65.”

Mike would see more madness in Hong Kong on RR, and on his tour of duty. In 1973 he died in a car accident in Arizona while stationed at 29 Palms.
Lance Corporal Mike Robinson Pamona, California Joined USMC Age 17.
“Mike Robinson was well liked by his fellow Marines and served Fox Company proudly.”…….Pete Stivers

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