I suppose this Third-Class Petty Officer has since become secretary of the Navy or holds some position of importance since his days in Patrol Squadron 46. I can’t remember his name, and his paycheck blocks his name tag. I recall him as a nice enough guy, who was rather an artistic type. I believe he made the sculpture he’s holding from a bamboo root. Actually, as I think about it, it’s more likely this sailor became a San Francisco artists than a career Navy man. I'm sure there was family pressure for him to pursue a Navy career. His is father is an Admiral, and I feel at the time he gets special treatment on our West Pacific deployment. For starters, I resent that he’s with the part of the squadron stationed in the Philippines. A system is worked out where he only comes to Vietnam for one or two days in each month. The rule at the time says that even if a GI is in the war zone for a day; he gets combat pay for a month and a campaign metal. Should a sailor visit the war for any part of six months, he gets yet another metal. This was likely a a family plan to groom the young man for a potential Naval career. So it is I stay in Vietnam all month and switch jobs with him in the Philippines at the end and beginning of each month. Secretly I feel this is unfair, but pretend it’s no big deal. Then, when I consider the war tours of most GIs who spend a year in country, I think I shouldn’t complain. Realistically, the Admiral’s son getting a privileged tour allows me to visit paradise every few weeks. At the time I ignore this to bathe in self pity. Even so, the young scion has a war story or two to tell. I understand his short Vietnam visits generate an adventure or two in the form of rocket attacks or photo missions. Funny, I have to face the fact that I still harbor petty resentment. Embarrassed at this, I think of GIs today in Iraq and Afghanistan slogging through multiple tours. I consider my father's World War II stories , and tell my ego it's time to shut up.