There was a soldier found floating in the river with a 2x4 thru his sleaves.
A captain was locked in a locker and tossed out a third story window. He wasn't dead after the first drop, so they took him for a second drop.
We knew of heroin dealers who were Viet Nam vets. They brought home a very dark side of that war.
Things must have calmed down by the time I enlisted.
Although, one night when I had barracks duty a drunk Marine did try to toss me off the second deck of the barracks. He was too drunk to manage it, thankfully, and was properly contrite the next morning after his friends told him what he did. Too late, it was already in the log book. Wonder whatever happened to him?
I volunteered for VN in ‘70 to get out of our drug ridden racially divided kaserne. Much safer out in War Zone C than in the barracks at night with various stoners, dealers, junkies, and race haters running around.