As part of its Vietnam War series, Gecko Models are to release a 1/35 portable US armed forces PX store.
This is partial text from the full article (usually with photos) at https://armorama.com/news/gecko-mini-shop-in-us-military-base
This is partial text from the full article (usually with photos) at https://armorama.com/news/gecko-mini-shop-in-us-military-base
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USSF still uses those in Korea, complete with window cutouts.
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Well we have one at work (no sandbags) that’s used to store generator spare parts and large tools for working on the generators.
We have 40 large Perkins and Cummins diesel generators as back up in case of power lose.
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It figures that they are coming out with this after I bought a couple sets of just the connexes and some MiniArt shelves for a supply diorama. I will still get this just for the accessories.
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I feel your pain. I built the same “empty” CONNEX containers (x2) when the kit was first released. 
—mike 
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Can hardly wait for a set of latrines.
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Just kiddin’ Do you need to use the bathroom a lot???
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Hmmm. I was in South Vietnam early in the “official” war — Jan. 28 - March 5, 1966 — serving as a Navy hospital corpsman with the 3rd Battalion, 1st Marines. We did not have a “base” as such. We had a “bivouac” area just in from a beautiful beach, with a “village” of refugees extending north and south on the beach, a few miles south of Da Nang.
Throughout Double Eagle I & II, we slept in foxholes or on the ground. The only protection from the often-cold nights was my XL flak jacket (I’m an M, not an XL) and my poncho. No tents although in training at Pendleton we “learned” how to set up a pup tent, not that I needed the lesson: I had spent most of my summers sleeping in pup tents! We had nothing more to eat than field rations, one opportunity for a “field shower,” no regular mail, no radios, no entertainment of any kind, and no liberty. In fact, in my 37 days in country I never spoke with a Vietnamese person and only saw two, perhaps three verifiable Viet Cong.
At the end of Operation Double Eagle II, our bivouac area was moved to Chu Lai, just before Operation Utah. At Chu Lai, we had our first hot meals from a field kitchen, and most of us promptly got diarrhea. Then, on March 5, we were told to get our gear ready; at noon, helicopters would pick us up and take us a few miles into Quang Ngai Province, near Quang Ngai City, to block movement of North Vietnamese troops north. The next day my company was ambushed by NVA troops who had dug deep into Hill 50. I was shot through my right thigh a few minutes into the ambush, which killed 10 Marines in my company and wounded 20.
I was evacuated by a Lucky Red Lions UH-34D helicopter from Hill 50 to a field hospital and then to the hospital ship U.S.S. Repose. I have built models of both the helicopter and Repose; Kitmaker forums member Paweł, from Poland, designed the Lucky Red Lions insignia for me to use as a decal:
The UH-34D:
Bob
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A few years later but I think this fits Doc.
And to think some say we are sexist.
We treat all the same cause
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Travel light, freeze at night. Poncho and a poncho liner (one of the greatest pieces of kit ever) and maybe four bungies, that’s all you need.
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Poncho liner? Never head of that. Didn’t have one, could have used one!
Bob
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If you did winter warfare training in SF it came in handy.
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You’re not quite right, Tank_1812. While no one promised me a rose garden, my Navy recruiter lied to me, or at least didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. I wanted to become a journalist, so I asked him if I could become a Navy journalist. “Of course,” he said, “no problem!”
In boot camp, they said, in effect, “Yes, problem!” The Navy had all of the journalists it needed. What it needed was more hospital corpsmen. I agreed to become a corpsman, rationalizing my decision by saying to myself, “Well, journalists need a wide range of experiences.” I wasn’t wrong — a wide range of experiences was what I got. My very first job out of corps school, in the spring of 1963, was assisting in a delivery room in the Navy hospital at Yokosuka, Japan, and taking care of newborns.
In the spring of 1965, my two year tour of duty in Japan was over. The Tonkin Gulf Incident had happened, and I remembered, too easily, the day I registered for Hospital Corps School. That was when I learned that Navy hospital corpsmen are often seconded to the Marine Corps. And sure enough, when my orders arrived for my next duty station, I learned that I was to be trained at the Marine Corps’ Field Medical Service School at Camp Pendleton. I would become something I never wanted to be, a combat corpsman with the Marines.
After I was shot, by an M14 in enemy hands, or an AK-47, I was in hospital for almost a year, being treated for a shattered femur, a gaping wound on my inner right thigh, and multiple infections. Today I am 40% disabled by PTSD and severe osteoarthritis which my doctors tell me is almost certainly a result of trauma.
Despite the “bad end” to my service days, I don’t regret a moment of it. It was all an education that you just can’t get elsewhere and I’m proud of myself for doing my best at a time when I simply “knew” that I was going to be killed. I didn’t think a single member of my company could survive, but I did my darnedest to help them survive if it was possible. I wasn’t being patriotic, which means I wasn’t fighting for flag, Mom, and apple pie. I was fighting for “my” Marines. In fact, when I was shot, I wanted one thing to happen, even if I did die: I wanted Ho Chi Minh and President Johnson to face off on Hill 50.
Semper Fi,
Doc
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And that is why we love our Devil Docs.
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Just wanted to say thanks for sharing your experiences.
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