|Below is a building we built at Camp Camelot during the time I was there. It was used for floor shows and night movies. Working the night shift at Newport, I did miss a lot of the shows. Here are some I saw during the day.
You will notice at one of the shows, the roof wasn't on yet. Good thing it wasn't the monsoon season, although it could have made it more interesting. Anyway on with the show.
|Here are a few photos I took of some USO shows at Camp Camelot
I would like to dedicate this page in honor of all the USO Entertainers who so graciously took the time and effort, not to mention putting themselves in harms way, to go to Vietnam just to make some of our days a little
more bearable. I would also like to give special thanks to Gunilla Thorn, "Nilla" from Sweden. She surfed into my site and recognized herself as one of the entertainers. After signing the guestbook and exchanging emails, I
learned that she has always wondered about us, if we made it home ok, and how badly some of us were treated on our returns.
*Let us not forget them.*
April 12, 2002
|Nilla was with a group called The Fountain Show which included herself, Sandy and Valerie, who were from England, and the band, who was from the Philippines. Below are the 16 photos I took
from that show at Camp Camelot in 1968.
|Nilla taking boots off GI laying on stage floor. Nilla wearing boots signing "These Boots are Made for Walking".
|Three more of Nilla.
|Two of Valerie
|Sandy above and below
|Below - Another show
|Another Show. D' Mighty Mustang Show.
|They came to us to bring a smile
In the land of Uncle Ho
Their lives in danger all the while
Still, they gave us quite a show
They all chose to be there
To bring a needed lift
A song, a dance, a shoulder bare
Each brought a special gift
If we didn't get to see them
Jungle telegrams spread the news
So lonely boys could remember when
Girls wore dainty high-heeled shoes
And if we were in an area
Where the show could still go on
Two hours of down home happiness
Was worth a week of Viet Cong
When the news reached the grunts in the bush
They'd curse and give a downtrod' look
Then heave a sigh with eyes awash
Their faces open, a well-read book
I would not deny their impossible dream
The singing, dancing, and showtime bands;
Of pretty ladies busting out at the seams
But this Marine's ticket - a gun in hand
For those of us out in the sticks
Had to 'skip the light fandango' to survive
We had to perform our own magic tricks
By just wishin', and stayin' alive
They acknowledged that the love from home
Was shown in the hearts of entertainers;
When they had entered a hell of their own
And their smiles...of home were a reminder.
They brought with them a short reprieve
From rigors of the day before
Then saddened soldiers watched them leave
But remembered fondly what they wore
Now years have passed and time has flown
So if you stood upon that stage
Accept our thanks...and know they've grown
As sweet wine does with age!
Written by members of 'Boondocker's Poetic Justice'
|Full Speed Ahead
|Some Photos Nilla Sent Me From Shows She Did In Saigon
|These Boots Are Made For Walkin' - Nancy Sinatra - 1966
|( Angels From The World )