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True Confessions: Saigon Kid’s True Adventure Stories (Chapter 2)

Have you ever heard the saying, “Kids know more then we think they do” … I’m sure that was the case when we all lived in Saigon. Many times the SKIO (Saigon Kids Intelligence Operatives) uncovered information about our elders which they prayed nobody would ever discover.

Kevin writes: Didn’t it occur to anyone that the ACS Kids were often regarded as furniture (with ears) that actually had a pretty good intelligence operation going? I know (but will never tell) who’s father took a little excursion (possibly in error, possibly out of curiosity and maybe even by prior arrangement) into Laos flying in a C-47 and what he saw.

What “little secrets” did you know as a kid in Saigon? You know, those things your elders thought you never knew about … BUT, you did!!

Who’s next … lets hear your “Saigon Kids True Adventure Story” … CONFESS those ‘little secrets’ you knew!! … Tell ALL in the Comments section below.

2 comments to True Confessions: Saigon Kid’s True Adventure Stories (Chapter 2)

  • Burt Parker

    Well, my brothers and I finding ourselves ‘grounded’ on several occassions managed to find a way to ‘escape’.

    Since our bedrooms were on the top floor, we soon discovered how to get up on the roof and ‘dance’ across adjacents roofs and find our way down to the street. Well, that went just ‘ducky’ for a while until one of my younger brothers put his foot thru the tile roof of our next door neighbor’s house. Hello! Can Sak (sp). Then “The Lecture”, again, from Dad, payment of damages, etc., etc., etc.

    Regards,

    Burt

  • Burt Parker

    Well, then there was Dad’s liquor cabinet…
    We had a pet Rhesus monkey (he thought he was one of us bros). Rob (Bob then) and I got into Dad’s liquor cabinet one evening when they were out at some function or another. After have a snort or two or three or four we thought it would be fun to have our simian bro join us. So, we proceeded to get him drunk. Well, the poor little guy just layed in his cage for two/three days, hardly moving and Mom and Dad couldn’t understand why. ‘Course, we never fessed up…

    Oh yeah, then there was the time that Saigon Sam Magoo(the monkey, a moniker assigned by Dad in honor of his ‘favorite’ general officer, “Hangin Sam” got out of his cage one day. He figured out how to unlatch it, so we had to put a lock on it ever after. Anyway, once he got out, he prowled around us guys’ bedrooms and found a tube of glue we had laying about for one of our model projects. Somehow he managed to get the cap off. Yep, same result: two/three days laying about in his cage hardly moving. Mom and Dad did find the reason that time, ’cause Sam didn’t put it back on and had glue on his lips. Of course, us boys got “the lecture” once more…

    Well, there isn’t a happy ending for ole Saigon Sam Magoo. After the family left (I left early to attend my senior year in high school in the American Community High School in Naples Italy), Sam was bequeathed to the folks that inherited our house. They reported that Sam died within a couple weeks after the rest of my family departed. They were sure that he died of a broken heart as he wouldn’t eat or drink for days and days after the rest of the family left. He was, in many ways, our fifth bro…, our little bro.

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