In honor of Yatesy
On 20 Jan 1968 I was a L/Cpl, serving as a Radio Operator with A Co., 1st AmTracs Bn. at Camp Kistler, located at the mouth of the Cua Viet River.
I had been "in country" for 23 days.
A Co. was supposed to go on a sweep of the DMZ that day, but got diverted to sweep the village of My Loc, a short distance upriver, on the North bank of the Cua Viet River.
The ensuing battle lasted several days, A Co. disengaged on the third day, after being relieved by BLT 3/1 on 22 Jan. The first day of the battle is immortalized in the movie, "Born on the 4th of July" as the day that Ron Kovic was wounded and medevaced, many others were also, including most of our 3rd Platoon and half of 4th Platoon. Too many Marines died in that battle, but we exacted a heavy toll on the NVA who had ambushed 3rd Platoon at "The Berm" at the northwest corner of the village.
However, on January 20th, S/Sgt John YATES greeted me when those of us from 4th Platoon who had survived the day's battle at the northwest corner of the village (the Berm) rejoined the rest of the Co. at the eastern edge of My Loc. He walked toward me, said, "Hey!", and with a nod, took his pen and printed his name, "YATES", on the left breast of my flak jacket.
I took that as his personal "Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval". He had been A Co.'s Communications Chief and had recently been transferred to B Co., but his reputation had already been established as a hero (Silver
Star) and I had sized him up as a "great guy" during his frequent visits to A Co., when he would stop in to see how "his Radio Operators" were doing.
From that day forward, whenever I would get a "new" flak jacket, I would go find "Yatesy" and say, "Hey! Do the thing." He would print his name on the "new" flak jacket, and then, and only then, I would start wearing the "new" one.
S/Sgt YATES was killed on October 17, 1968 going into an Amtrac which had hit a mine and was burning, trying to save another Marine (who had actually already escaped). He was awarded the Navy Cross and posthumously commissioned a Second Lieutenant. That day I wept, the only day I shed a tear during my 13 month tour.
My son, Leif, is serving an apprenticeship in a tattoo parlor in Derry, NH. He is required to do a number of "free" tattoos before he can start actually tattooing paying customers. I asked to be the first person to whom he gave a tattoo and he agreed. I was honored to have him tattoo that simple "YATES" on my chest. It is in approximately the same location as "Yatesy" printed his name on that first flak jacket on 20 Jan 1968, and looks just as I remember it. Leif is a fine artist and I am certain that he will be creating a lot of beautiful "skin art", but it is hard for either of us to imagine that any will be more meaningful than that simple "YATES" on his father's chest, a Marine's tribute to one of the finest Marines to ever serve in our beloved Corps.
SEMPER FI
Ken "ANDY" Anderson
Gilford, NH
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