Pink Snappercam

Spoilsports

White mice You're probably thinking about those cute litte furry rodents, but I'm talking about tne Saigon, Vietnam police in the 1960's. You may have seen a famous photo of one of these characters shooting a bicyclist in the back of the head, because he didn't stop when the officer yelled at him. Crowded street, might not even have heard him, or if he did, how would he know he was yelling at him? That was 1965 and that cop was a white mice (white uniforms), and I think the Chief. Seemed extreme then, but I guess impersonal, because there is a war going on, and strange things happen. I'm gonna tell you about one such event.

We're doing the usual on our day off. Gettin' drunk and chasin' pussy. We've located the quarry. We have found a working hive of honey's and we're priming the pumps. I told the girls that we should throw a party and they don't know what I'm talking about. I am surprised, but these girls were refugees from peasant country trying to survive in the big city. They think the idea of a party sounds like fun. I consulted with my adviser, a 10 year old girl, about the possibility of renting a house for the day and night for a party. She said she would see what she can do. Next thing I know she is back and says she has rented a house. I gave her the money she said it cost and started rounding up the girls and my drunken buddies (all sailors). We took lots of whiskey, beer, music boxes and food and followed the 10 year old guide to the digs. Wow! It's across the alley from a church. It's a two story building on the corner, and is attached just below the second story window to a ramshackle series of tin roofs that disappear about a quarter mile away in two directions. I thanked the 10 year old for doing a good job, and sent her off.

This is a nice place, and lots nicer than I had expected. Furnished and everything. Big wooden entry door with a board that dropped down inside to lock it. The party either degenerated or matriculated into a sexual romp with 10 lovely, horny jo-sans and 7 crazy sailors, everybody drunk. Loud music, loud party, heaven on earth, people in war zones have a better appreciation of the fragility of life, so enjoy the now. A Zen moment to some. I'm boinking the object of my momentary affections on the stairway and suddenly there is a really loud knock on the big wooden door. Everybody else is upstairs so I have to answer the knock which is really loud. I got off and I walked to the door and slid the wooden bolt up and opened the door, with my equipment still erect and pointing directions. Holy shit, it's the white mice, must be a dozen of them, and they've been banging on the door with their rifle butts. The only thing I could think of was to say "jo tamacha", which means wait a minute in Japanese, and closed the door and dropped the bolt. I think my nakedness stunned the white mice and they didn't break the door down. I knew the girls would be in trouble if the white mice got them so I told the one I was boinking to run upstairs and warn the other girls and hoped for the best. I went back to the door and yelled "jo tamacha" again, but they're really banging on the door again, and I know it's rifle butts, because I had a momentary close-up of the weapons. I yelled upstairs to see if the girls had escaped and someone says OK. I grabbed my clothes, got my pants on, shirt half on, and I opened the door. About 8-10 white mice went running by me and up the stairs, and I stepped out as quick as they got in. That had to look like a Keystone Kop caper.

I'm heading up the alley and looked up at the second story window on the corner of this shantytown of connected one-story roofs. Oh no, one of the naked girls is only halfway out the window and and my buddy is inside holding the leg that is still inside. He says he's not done yet. Drunk, Doesn't realize the white mice are spoiling our fun. The little darlings pink snappercam is taking pictures of the crowd that had gathered when the white mice were banging on the door. Suddenly a white uniformed arm reaches over my drunk buddy to grab the jo-san. He's drunk and jumps up and turns to see what the arm is and that was all that was needed for the jo-san to break away. She's running from roof to roof and now I see all the girls running across the rooftops. All naked, all beautiful. The white mice heads are all crowding the one window to watch and I'm praying they don't start shooting. They didn't and I disappeared into the woodwork.

The next time I saw my ten year old advisor, I asked if she had really rented the house or was it conveniently empty? She insisted it was a paid rent deal and the white mice just showed up because it was a loud party in a church neighborhood. We all slipped away and didn't get in any trouble. To this day I wish I had a photograph of those naked and lovely ladies running across the rooftops and the one trapped by my buddies grip on her thigh, and her pink snappercam taking pictures of the crowd. The white mice were not so bad that day, maybe we should have just invited them to join the party. Fifteen years later, I'm in a laundromat in the states with a Vietnamese attendant who irons clothes and does laundry by the pound. Would you believe, it's my partner on the staircase. We didn't get to chat about old times, because now she is married and her husband is there in the laundromat also. It just goes to show you that you have to be careful in a war zone. You live a little different because you can appreciate being alive. It's definitely temporary.