Didn't actually make Nam at least not for long enough periods of time to call my self a Nam vet. my gall bladder issue was a latent carryover symptom of an intestinal parasite acquired during a jungle training exercise in Panama earlier that year, probably contracted from eating under cooked meat, and could have been brought on by the injections and drugs that were used to dissolve it. But you would never get an Army doc. to admit to anything. when I ate the peppers that morning I was looking more for the kill than the cure. I was ready to force them to cut me open or embalm me. Years earlier a couple friends and I had challenged each other to a burn down eating a bowl of chili piquins, probably made as much sense as what the kids of today do by eating tide pods we had blisters in our mouths and throats from eating them, the coffee cup full of jalapenos weren't anywhere near as hot as those deadly little BB sized things were but they still made me break out in a sweat and burned all the way down. SGT. Pose' said well my young sgt. you have some stones to eat those things is all I have to say about it, I guess you'll either die or get better won't you. If you die you will probably be court marshaled for destruction of Gov. property, if you live they will probably send your butt to Vietnam. Well they did a while after that but on TDY for prisoner escort retrieval duty. When you are assigned to an MP batallon your primary MOS means nothing to the Proveost Marshal at one time or another you will wear the white had and arm band
Anyway since that day I have never ate anything that is not cooked completely