Hey. My grandad was Cilve Mason, i didn't have the plessure of meeting him because i am only 17 but my mum (her father)knows a good deal about him. Shes told me a great deal about him, i'm very proud of him. Please write back, Jamie Richards
Jamie, I was a U.S. Navy SEAL, and served in Vietnam, in 1970 & 1971. I was honored to enter an exchange program between my SEAL platoon, serving at Advanced Tactical Support Base "Solid Anchor, south of Cantho, Vietnam, and your SAS unit, serving in Nui Dhat. Clive was a corporal, and I was a 2nd Class Petty Officer (an enlisted man). When my chopper landed, at Nui Dhat, I was greeted by Clive, who took me under his wing, and gave me a tour of the camp. On the first night, Clive asked me if I wanted to go the the mess hall, for dinner. On the way there, he asked if I wanted "to go to the pisser." I didn't realize that "the pisser" was the local watering hole. I've never drank so much beer (Victoria Bitters) in my life, and I've never puked that much, ever since! Clive and I went into the bush for two long range patrols. Clive was the point man, and they carried SLRs. I carried the Stoner Light Machine Gun. Before I left the camp, a few weeks later, I let the SAS squad fire all of my remaining ammunition (the rate of fire of the Stoner was 1,000 rounds per minute of 5.56mm ammo). They all loved the experience. Unfortunately, I don't have a photo of Clive, but I remember his sandy colored curly hair and his perpetual smile. I learned a lot from him, about long range patrols. He was a real warrior, and I was saddened to hear of his passing, in Rhodesia. Ric Walker,
ricwalker5326@gmail.com
