I was a Platoon Leader with a rifle company in Vietnam. My First Sergeant was a Creole from Lafayette, Louisiana and was the best man I have ever known outside of my father. We kept in contact and I visited him several times until he passed away and I was honored to be a pallbearer at his service. The darks in the Company hated Top with a passion, if they saw him headed their was they would leave. However, their were several darks in my platoon that were the dregs of the earth. They were in the Army because “Da judge say, join the Army for 3 years or go to prison for 5 years .” With that kind of background, I’m certain you can imagine the quality of their service “whatya going to do to me, send me to Nam.” They were all E-1 and didn’t care about their life or the rest of my platoon. I had one from Detroit that was a particular trouble maker, dope smoker and all around a-hole. I tried to get Top to put him in another platoon or company. He said LT I’ll tell you what to do, the next time you make contact, kill him. He said Graves Registration won’t know the difference between a .223 and a 7.62. That was beyond anything I could imagine and I didn’t. I had 2 dark E-5 Squad Leaders that were outstanding. I put one in for a Silver Star but it was downgraded to a Bronze Star w/V devise. So long as blacks act as if the have mores, values and common sense and don’t behave like idiots, I can get along with most of them.