Martindale, continued
Friday, May 2, 1975
Yeah, we got on the copters at 8:00 a.m. We took off at 10:20 though. I had a bit of diarrhea and made a couple of trips to the latr—, John, no–the head (Navy). We landed at U Tapoa (how do you spell it?) at 10:50 a.m., or 9:50 Bangkok time. We took a while to get transferred to a C-130 to go to Bangkok, getting there around noon, Bangkok time. Then to USOM around 3:00 P.M. and good care from Jim McMahon, Clark Gregory, Rick Albores and company.
After finally checking into a hotel I had a fever and thought I had caught a bug. Paul Kostamo and Clarence Combs saved my life with a martini (actually a glass of gin). Clarence was getting around pretty well on his two broken feet, after a bit of Tanqueray (my allegiance is no longer strictly to Beefeater). I felt well enough to go to Albores’ house where, after another glass of gin, Ella Albores whipped up a wonderful cheese omelet, steak and hash browns (or was it fried rice).
After visiting with the Albores and John Klein, I returned to the hotel. I felt much better and I think I was just exhausted, and hungrier than I realized. I probably ate twice as much as I usually do at one sitting. That Ella is some cook.
Waiting For Charlemagne 