Collecting Brass and Still Making the Ship Home
When I was in a gun battery we always collected the brass and it was either reused or recycled somewhere.
Because brass had a salvage value it could be use d in lieu of currency in some places.
We were in the process of closing out a winter exercise on Mt. Fuji, when a friend and I were assigned to guard duty around the battery motor pool vehicles.The trucks were placed in a column to make security easier. Our job was to walk around in opposite directions to keep warm and both sides of the column would always be in view.
We had all our cold weather issue: jackets with hood, jacket liners, cold weather shirts, gloves, long johns, etc. That issue made things bearable most of the time. That night (our shift) the temp really dropped and I was as cold as I had ever been in my life, and so was my buddy.
We were both smokers and after an hour or so, my buddy wanted to jump into the cab of a truck and light one up.
I was opposed because if we were checked by the Cpl, or worse, the Officer of the Guard it would be an automatic bust if charges were brought.
This was my second cold weather exercise in Japan, and I was due for rotation back to the States...not a good time for me to screw up.
On the first walk around our small convoy, I could see the glow of a cigarette through the frosted window on one of the trucks. I got in the cab and told my friend to keep his head lower because people could see.
While we are discussing his lack of precaution there is a knock on the window. I'm ready to..... my pants...we are both dead and I might not be going home.
You couldn't really see out of the glass so one of us opened the door. Surprise, Surprise, Surprise! ...There were three Japanese women who wanted to exchange a service for some brass. They were all wrapped up in heavy blankets and it was best if the service was provided in one of the truck cabs.
My buddy was willing to negotiate so I got out of the cab and walked my post like nothing was going on. I could never remember all of the Seven General Orders for guard duty, and remembering them now wasn't going to save my ass if he/we got caught.
My buddy and I survived this incident and my ship home arrived in San Diego on December 7th (Pearl Harbor Day) 1961.
My buddy and I still talk about this when we meet ,but mums the word when his wife is around.
We both got Good Conduct Awards before we left the Corps.
Mort