The following notarized affidavit depicts an attack in Vietnam, that happened two years after the Tet Offensive of 1968; a time when the Vietnam War was all but over in An Khe.

*Tet Offensive - country wide attacks on South Vietnam by North Vietnam; 7,040 Americans were killed in Vietnam between Jan 27th and May 30th 1968.

Section 1.

Attention Vietnam Veterans

(A) If you served in Vietnam and were stationed at Camp Radcliff, An Khe, April 6th 1970, the night 17 helicopters were either damaged or destroyed, please contact: and explain your account of what happened that night (you may do so anonymously).

(B) A freelance investigation is under way to find out how the VC. (Vietcong, 2 sappers) got inside Camp Radcliff, accomplished their mission and then got out again so easily without being captured or killed in action. They committed the perfect crime and obviously a feat that only someone with superhuman abilities would have even attempted. see Section 5-F&F1&F2

(C) If you were at Camp Radcliff on the night of the attack and especially if you received an early out of Vietnam under AR-212 around that time, your account of the attack is pertinent to this investigation. Your testimony could very well be the missing link that will expose a major false flag conspiracy committed by the United States Army to deceive the world by manipulating the news media, or a cover-up to conceal their incompetence during the Vietnam conflict. see Section 5-A1

(D) It's only speculation at this time but there are two distinct scenarios that fit what happened that night in An Khe.

(D1) The chain of command was caught off guard by the attack and responded so incompetently that it was necessary to blame scapegoats and smoke-screen (conceal) their blunders and lack of military professionalism.

(D2) The entire attack was nothing more than an unannounced military-training exercise conspired to generate media-hype and manipulate world news (false flag). see Section 5-L&M2

Section 2.

Notarized Affidavit Of Rodney Lee Mitchell Jr.
(A) I was the one who found the location where the VC. (supposedly) exited the wire and left the perimeter of the camp. The entire scene was surreal, it certainly did not look like 2 infiltrators had just scrambled through the wire fleeing for their lives. Quite the contrary, the grass was matted down and shaped in such a fashion that it looked like someone had taken their time to purposely make it look picturesque; right in the center of the matted grass that led under the wire was a completely exposed *satchel-charge. It was neatly wrapped in large leaves and perfectly placed on the ground like a military museum display. Looking back now in 20/20 hind sight, it seems as if I had stumbled onto the set of a Hollywood war movie.

*satchel-charge - touch sensitive or hand detonated bomb (various size & weight)

(B) Mysteriously enough, the *aerial flares (pop up canisters) were removed from the guard tower closest to where the VC. exited the wire at the perimeter just days before the attack. Also, the searchlight positioned on top of Hon Cong Mountain was not utilized when a radio request for illumination was rendered by the GIs pulling guard duty in that same tower the night of the attack. It also just so happened that a very suspicious acting GI. shot out the only perimeter light in front of the tower in question when he went ballistic (trigger happy) with an M60 machine gun. see Section 5-D1

*aerial flares - hand launched, parachute flares

(C) In July of 1970, I was *212ed out of the service for having Character/Behavior Disorders (Passive/Aggressive Personality Disorder). However, up until the time of the An Khe attack, I had no prior mental health issues or history of such in my family. see Section 6-H

*AR 212 - early out of the military for anyone of various reasons

(C1) To add insult to injury, I volunteered for the draft, a 2 year enlistment (Portland, Oregon, 1969). My DD 214 (military record) lists me as a 3 year enlistee (regular army), something I had no knowledge of until my early out of the service. see Section 3-A&A4

I Remained Loyal To The USA.
(D) Upon receiving an AR-635-212 SPN 264 - separation from the U.S. Army in 1970, I completely disassociated myself from the establishment. However; my patriotism towards the United States Of America has always remained deeply loyal.

Section 3.

Volunteering For The Military Draft
(A) All of my teenage years (1963-1969) were over-shadowed by what was happening in Vietnam and the military draft. I personally found it impossible to make any plans for my future because I knew deep-down inside that one day I would be serving in South East Asia and perhaps be mortally wounded. As the years passed and I became of draft age, the anxiety caused by the anticipation that Uncle Sam's draft notification would be arriving at anytime was just too overwhelming for me to bear (it distressed my mother emotionally even more) so while vacationing along the tranquil Klamath River in Sweet Home, Oregon, just after my 19th birthday, I decided to volunteer for the 2 year draft and face the war in Vietnam head-on with a "do or die" attitude.

(A1) The next day, I left the serene countryside of Sweet Home and went into the big city of Portland, Oregon. While there, I located an army recruiting office and stopped by just to ask for directions to the local draft board. The recruiter immediately struck up a conversation with me (sales pitch) like a used car salesman, and what that con-artist, quota-making, dress-coat warrior preached to me that day in 1969 has echoed through my mind ever since.

(A2) "Oh! You don't have to go all the way to the draft board, you can volunteer for the draft right here, today."

(A3) As-God-as my witness, I left that army recruiter's office with the full understanding that I had just signed up for the draft, a 2 year enlistment.

(A4) Eleven and a half months later (returning from Vietnam), I found out that I had a three year enlistment instead of a two year tour of duty and to pour salt on an open wound, I didn't even get my choice of AIT./MOS. (school/job) or any of the other three year enlistment benefits. If I would have wanted to serve in the military for more than a two year enlistment in the first place, I would have joined the Navy and became an aerial photographer like my father had been during World War 2., or joined the Air Force and became a jet engine mechanic, specialist (lifer) like my uncle Lawrence had done.

Serving My Country
(B) Even before the attack on Camp Radcliff, I had already been in the service for eight months. I took my basic training at Fort Lewis, Washington and I loved every minute of it. For some reason, I had three different drill instructors during my eight weeks of boot camp; one would leave and a new one would take over every couple of weeks which made it chaotic but oftentimes fun. I did very well on the firing range and was awarded a special metal for qualifying as a marksman. I always wore it on my uniform in public and I was very proud it. Upon graduating from boot camp, I was promoted and my salary was increased as well.

(B1) After boot camp I was sent to Fort Belvoir, Virginia and trained in diesel engine and electrical generator maintenance. My MOS. was 52B20 (Power Generator Operator/Mechanic/Electrical troubleshooter) and I really learned a lot.

There was a tailor shop near by the base and I had them sew silver buttons on my dress uniform. I liked them a whole lot more than the simulated brass buttons that came with it and I thought that they looked more prestigious and patriotic. Fort Belvoir, was a fascinating military base to be stationed at and it was certainly one of the high-points of my life.

(B2) After AIT. (eight weeks of school) I spent Christmas 1969 with my family and friends in Buena Park, California, then caught a flight out of San Francisco, to Vietnam. Upon arriving in country, I was promoted again and my salary was increased again as well.

(B3) I maintained a perfect service record the entire time that I served in the United States Army, I was even awarded three service medals (NDSM, VSM, VCM) but soon after the VC. (supposedly) infiltrated our wire and blew-up 17 helicopters, I was discharged for having Character/Behavior Disorders (Passive/Aggressive Personality Disorder). see Section 6-H&H4

Section 4.

My Tour Of Duty In Vietnam
(A) By the time I arrived in country, Camp Radcliff had grown to be a thriving military metropolis. Several petite and beautiful young Vietnamese women (hooch maids) were being trucked in daily to do domestic chores and accommodate the GIs. Vietnamese men of all ages were being brought in too for odd jobs and handyman type work. The camp had two airports, one for airplanes and one for helicopters. There was a PX. (department store), U.S.O. (entertainment), an Officers' Club and a day room for the GIs (25 cents a beer). The An Khe River flowed right through the camp, secluded down by the river was an Asian massage parlor. Massages were $10.00 an hour and that was back when the minimum wage was only $1.45 an hour in the United States. Eighteen long miles of wire were used to construct the perimeter and it took nearly an hour just to drive around it by jeep. Hon Cong Mountain towered over it all with its searchlight ready to light up the night at a moments notice. Just outside the entrance to Camp Radcliff sat the town of An Khe, almost anything one could want legal or illegal could be found there for a price.

(A1) I'm quite sure that Camp Radcliff had more than its share of re-enlistees, lifers, who pulled two & three tours of duty serving their country in the Vietnam War.

Here's Something To Think About
(B) Camp Radcliff was so well fortified that only a super hero or someone stoned out of their mind would have even considered attacking it. Every weapon the army had at its disposal was there or just a radio call away. So how could two skinny Vietcong infiltrators, the size of a couple of 7th graders carrying at least nine satchel-charges each infiltrate and blow up 17 helicopters and then sneak out again and get away? It would have been impossible and certain suicide.

(B1) The perimeter wire around Camp Radcliff was as-wide-as a four lane highway and so dense and impenetrable that I doubt if a Jackrabbit could have even jumped through it. Plus, when you take into consideration the fact that the perimeter was guarded with M60 machine guns, *Claymore mines and M16 rifles in the hands of GIs who were just dying to make their first kill and if that wasn't deterrent enough, a Cobra attack helicopter could be ordered in and its mini gun could put a bullet in every sq. inch of a football field size sector within one minute. So, would you chance breaking in?

*Claymore mine - a hand detonated bomb that fires steel balls, uses C4 as an explosive charge

(C) While other soldiers made extra income in the Black Market (trafficking illegal drugs) or pandering (pimping Vietnamese prostitutes), I made my extra money by pulling guard duty for GIs who paid me between $10.00 & $30.00 a night to stand guard for them on the perimeter. I made a lot of money in Vietnam and subsequently, I was on the perimeter of Camp Radcliff about a mile from the helicopter landing zone practically every single night of the week.

(D) Pulling guard duty on the overnight shift certainly had its advantages and fringe benefits. I had my platoon sergeant's authorization to do it anytime I wanted to (looking back now, he probably hoped I'd be killed by enemy sniper fire). I was excused from being present at all company formations and while everybody else was working, I was either sleeping or roaming around exploring. A couple of days a week I played lead guitar in a four piece Rock N Roll band (top 20 hits, classic rock now). One night, I received a standing ovation while playing a lead guitar solo at the officer's club; it made them feel like they were back home and at a real live concert. The hooch maids loved watching the whole band play and one evening they were almost late catching their ride back to town because they were side-tracked listening to us practice in the movie-house.

(D1) Music was a big part of every GI's life in Vietnam, for me it was soul soothing and spirit comforting. In my personal area of the hooch where I lived, I had a 4 track, reel to reel, player/recorder with sound on sound, a stereo amplifier and 2 large stereo speakers. I also had an audio library of all the music I liked on reel to reel tapes. Gimme Shelter by The Rolling Stones (Let It Bleed, vinyl album 1969) was one of my favorite songs and I played it loud and often.

(D2) Out of everything I had in Vietnam, nothing compared to my camouflaged nylon poncho liner that I used for a bed spread that and my fish net mosquito screen that draped around my bottom bunk was the envy of everybody in Company C., my platoon sergeant didn't even have either one.

(D3) Honestly, I had it made in Vietnam, a heck of a lot better than I ever had it in the states and truthfully, Camp Radcliff was a hell of a lot safer. If it would have been up to me, I would have stayed there serving my country until the end of the Vietnam War.

(E) I celebrated my 20th birthday in country on March 22nd 1970. I'd already been in Vietnam for two whole months and I hadn't even heard a single rifle shot fired. In fact, it was so quiet that one of my GI buddies volunteered to go outside the perimeter on short-range patrols in hopes of seeing some action but unfortunately, all he ever encountered was a 15 foot snake (he brought the reptile's head back to camp in a burlap sack). Camp Radcliff was certainly not a place at that time, where heroic deeds and great battles were taking place that's for sure (it was 2 years after the Tet Offensive of 1968, and the Vietnam War was all but over for us in An Khe).

(E1) The only threat that one had to contend with there was the GIs themselves. Many of the GIs that I served with in Vietnam were very hostile and militant. There was even talk in some circles about a revolution against the lifers. They always had an ax to grind with the chain of command and one never knew when one of those crazy radicals would get their hands on a *CS. gas grenade and throw it around the company grounds at night while everybody else was sleeping. That's one reason why I pulled guard duty on the perimeter so often, it was safer.

*CS. gas - a military form of tear gas

(E2) There was so much tension inside the camp that all of our weapons were locked up in an armory and no one could touch them unless they were going to pull guard duty or go outside the perimeter on patrol.

Section 5.

April 6th 1970, The Night Of The Attack On Camp Radcliff
(A) It just so happened that I was scheduled to pull guard duty on the perimeter the night of the attack (just my luck). I wasn't out there making extra money substituting for anyone else and little did I know but that was going to be the last time I would ever pull guard duty on the perimeter again. see Section 6-D1

(A1) I am presently seeking the testimonies of other GIs who were pulling guard duty on the perimeter that same night in An Khe. I am also extremely curious to learn what their discharge status was at the time of their separation from the United States Army and what their SPN. code numbers were. see Section 2-E

(B) The night of the attack started out just like any other night on guard duty except that there were three of us in the machine gun tower along the perimeter instead of two. One of the GIs, who I will refer to as GI. Joe acted very odd as if he had something to hide. His presence was that of someone who was much higher in rank than he led on to be and his character and behavior was that of a military career soldier (lifer) not just a *PFC. like me and the other GI. in the tower. It was GI. Joe who took charge and supervised everything that happened in the guard tower that night and he also did most of the radio-phone communicating with the Guard Command Post when they relayed back to us the sequence of events during the night and our orders in relationship to what course of action we were to take in response. see Section 2-B

*PFC. - Private First Class

Sequence Of Events - April 6th 1970 - Time Duration Approximated

(C) 12:00 Midnight - The Guard Command Post notified us that the helicopter landing zone had been attacked by Vietcong infiltrators and that we were to assume a high-alert ready status.

(C1) Our tower was about a mile from the helicopter landing zone and we neither heard any weapons fire nor explosions and would have not even known that the attack had occurred if not for the incoming message.

(D) 12:40 am. - The Guard Command Post informed us that *react teams had taken up strategic positions along the frontage road that ran the full length of the perimeter.

*react team - emergency reaction team

(D1) While the Guard Command Post was still on the radio-phone we requested illumination from the search light on top of Hon Cong Mountain, however, our request was never honored.

(D2) The visibility behind our tower was no more than 50 feet at its best and since our aerial flares had been removed from our tower just days before, that left us at the mercy of the VC. if they approached us from the rear and especially if they carried any fire arms or explosives.

(E) 1:30 am. - The Guard Command Post notified us that one of the react teams had spotted the Vietcong on the move inside the camp.

(E1) The Guard Command Post did not tell us the location of the react team when they spotted the Vietcong and they certainly did not tell us in which direction the Vietcong were headed.

(F) The following is what I base this affidavit on that the April 6th 1970 attack on Camp Radcliff was nothing more than a media manipulating false flag conspiracy, committed by the United States Army.

(F1) If the attack on Camp Radcliff would have happened the way the original press release was reported to the world in 1970, then my firsthand knowledge of the Vietcong's escape route (F2-below) dictates the superhuman abilities that they must have exerted in order to escape that night and get away. I was guarding the perimeter that night where the Vietcong supposedly exited the wire and made their escape and it is my own eyewitness account of the supposed event that makes me so skeptical.

(F2) The next call from the Guard Command Post came 30 minutes later. During that 30 minutes; the superhuman Vietcong infiltrators completely evaded all of the react teams, crossed the frontage road and made their way over 50 feet of well-lit dirt & gravel, placed a neatly wrapped satchel-charge at the edge of the perimeter wire, then made their escape by crawling another 40 feet through the barbed-wire on their backs. They performed this amazing disappearing act while we were watching the area with our weapons trained on it the whole time. see Section 2-A

(G) 2:00 am. - The Guard Command Post ordered us to commence firing outside the perimeter, we still hadn't seen anyone, especially, 2 skinny, Vietcong super-warriors.

(G1) GI. Joe immediately went ballistic (trigger-happy) and began firing a continuous barrage of *red tracers with the M60 machine gun. Upon panning the barrel of the weapon to the right, he made contact with the perimeter light (our only light) that was in front of our tower and completely blew-it-apart. Later, GI. Joe claimed that it had been an accident, however, I had my doubts.

*red tracers - bullets that burn like red flares when fired

(G2) I and the other GI. in the tower fired off a couple of bursts with our M16's and then stood there watching GI. Joe go ballistic. In all of the commotion and excitement we apparently did not see a flare that was launched to our rear-flank by the Guard Command Post signaling us to cease fire. They immediately called.

(H) 2:10 am. - The Guard Command Post called and said the following, " Shut that God damn weapon down, now!"

(H1) I got GI. Joe's attention and relayed the Guard Command Post's orders to him. He eventually came back to his senses and released his finger from the trigger of the M60 machine gun.

(I) At that point, I thought that the react teams and everybody else involved in the manhunt for the Vietcong would show up at our tower (our sector of the perimeter) to observe and take reports. However, nobody showed up and it was at least 20 minutes before another call came in from the Guard Command Post.

(J) During that entire night, I do not remember the searchlight on top of Hon Cong Mountain being utilized in the detection and position of the Vietcong infiltrators. However, I will testify that it was never focused down on our sector, our tower, or anywhere else that would have been critical in the event that the enemy really was approaching us from our rear-flank.

(K) 2:30 am. - The Guard Command Post called and informed us that a Cobra attack helicopter was on its way to our sector to engage the enemy. We were specifically ordered not to leave our tower or do anything that might confuse or distract the pilot.

(K1) Approximately 10 minutes later, the night sky came alive with the thundering sound of the advancing iron reptile. The pilot circled once over head and then positioned his chopper so that it was parallel with our tower (a safe distance away) and then engaged his mini gun (the Cobra's venom). When he did, the tracer bullets fired out of the weapon so fast and furious that what we saw actually looked more like red lightening bolts hitting the ground or some sort of science fiction ray-gun beam. It was without a doubt the most awesome spectacle (and light-show) of fire-power that I personally had ever seen.

(K2) The Cobra helicopter assault lasted approximately 5 minutes and then the pilot flew away and our nightly routine returned to normal.

(L) I kept waiting for someone to show up and question us about what we had seen and heard during the night but no one did. We never saw anyone our entire guard duty shift except the Cobra gun-ship pilot. We never received any more calls from the Guard Command Post either and it seemed to me that the chain of command was acting way to cool and nonchalant about was happening that night for it to have been a real emergency (either that, or they were suffering from an acute case of senility). Looking back now in 20/20 hind sight, it all comes back to mind as nothing more than an unannounced military-training exercise (false flag) used as a publicity stunt to generate media hype and manipulate world news, to make the Vietnam War (in An Khe, anyways) seem worse than it really was.

(M) At sunrise when there was plenty of day light to see by, I decided to go on my own react-patrol in hopes of discovering some physical evidence that the Vietcong had actually been in our sector (we never saw them). I left the tower and began walking along the perimeter wire looking for anything that would prove to me that they had actually been there.

(M1) I walked along the perimeter looking in and out of the coils and strands of wire for some trace of where the Vietcong had crawled through. I assumed that I would not be able to find the actual location of their exit point because I had heard that the Vietcong were so clever at crawling under wire that they left no evidence or sign of their presence behind when they infiltrated.

(M2) Between my tower and the bunker to my left, I came across an exit point in the wire that was so obvious to the eye and so perfectly created that it could have been used as a prop for a Hollywood war movie. see Section 2-A

(M3) A short time later, my attention was drawn to the sound of voices coming up from behind me. I turned around and saw a group of prestigious looking soldiers coming in my direction and as they approached, I pointed to the exit point in the wire that I had found. One of the men saw a strange, leaf wrapped object on the ground and said the following, "That's a satchel-charge," as if he had been trained in Vietcong, weapons and tactics.

(M4) Soon after that, a voice called out from someone in the group, "The General's coming." At that point, I dismissed myself and went back to my guard post.

(N) At the end of our shift the sergeant of the guard came to our tower and picked us up and took us back to our hooch. Up until then, we had no idea what the damage report from the attack was or how many of the Vietcong were involved.

(N1) Upon questioning the sergeant of the guard about the attack, he told me that 11 helicopters had been blown up and a hooch full of GIs had either been injured or killed. That's what I've had to live with in my mind for the past 38 years; I never knew what the actual damage report was until I saw it on the Internet in June of 2008 while I was doing research for this document. The damage report that was released to the media in 1970 stated that 17 helicopters were either damaged or destroyed that's quite a bit different than the report that the sergeant of the guard had implanted in my mind at the time it actually happened.

(O) The April 6th 1970 attack on Camp Radcliff was never mentioned again. There wasn't any interrogation or questioning of any kind by the chain of command (that I'm aware of) and being the subservient mindless puppet that I was programmed to be by the United States Army, I never brought it up again either.

(O1) I never saw GI. Joe or the other GI. in the tower with us ever again.

(P) Little did I know but my made in the shade care-free lifestyle was about to come to an abrupt end. see Section 4-C&D3

(P1) Also, the night of the attack was the beginning of the end of my tour of duty in Vietnam and my military career. see Section 2-C

Section 6.

After The Attack, 3 Months Of Character Assassination And Harassment
(A) The weeks following the supposed attack on Camp Radcliff were very stressful and unpleasant for me.

(A1) Word started spreading that I was mentally impaired. My good friends started alienating themselves away from me and I in turn started becoming withdrawn and antisocial. I over heard my platoon sergeant talking one day to another sergeant and he said the following, "Tripper can't be all that crazy. I had him transcribe some of my typed paperwork into hand printing and he did a fine job on that."

(A2) I could sense a plot developing by the chain of command to discredit me and make my perception of reality appear imbalanced and distorted. It didn't take a mental genius to figure out why either, it was because I knew too much about the attack on April 6th 1970 being a false flag and just a publicity stunt.

(B) The rock band that I played in twice a week (see Section 4-D) was canceled by my company commander and no explanation was ever given why; I was also ordered to remove all of the stereo equipment from the hooch that I lived in.

(C) I was given a disciplinary duty assignment and my MOS. was downgraded.

(C1) My MOS. was 52B20, that's what my original orders were and that's what I trained for at Fort Belvoir, Virginia. After April 6th 1970, I was given the assignment of working in the Motor-Pool. That was an assignment commonly given to GIs who were on disciplinary duty like *KP. My DD214 (military record) lists my MOS. as 52B10, Power Generator Operator, quite a downgrade from what I originally went to school for.

*KP - kitchen police or patrol (kitchen laborer) duty oftentimes assigned as a minor disciplinary punishment

(D) I was assigned the worst guard duty post at Camp Radcliff and was not allowed to fill in for other GIs for money anymore.

(D1) After April 6th 1970, the only guard duty post that I was assigned to was the searchlight bunker on top of Hon Cong Mountain. This was the most undesirable guard duty post within the perimeter of Camp Radcliff and pulling guard duty there was dreaded by everyone. It was a small two man bunker positioned about thirty feet from the crest of the mountain top. What made the bunker so miserable was that when the giant spotlight on top of the mountain was powered on it attracted flying insects from all over the countryside and they in turn would get disoriented and confused by the massive beam of light and in one way or another, a few of them would end up inside the bunker with you. Many of the insects in Vietnam were huge compared to the ones we have here in the states and I swear, some of them looked like they were creatures from outer-space.

(E) I received two *Article 15's and dropped two grades in rank and pay.

*Article 15 - nonjudicial punishment in the United States military

(E1) A couple of days after the attack, I received my first Article 15, for missing a company formation. I had been given permission by my platoon sergeant to miss all company formations (see Section 4-D) but by this time things had changed and were out of his hands. Upon receiving the Article 15, I was ordered to attend every company formation and also told that I would only be able to pull guard duty when my name appeared on the guard duty roster.

(E2) My second Article 15, was issued for not being alert on guard duty. I was pulling guard duty in the Hon Cong Mountain, searchlight bunker and I had my military field jacket wrapped around my neck to keep the insects from going down my fatigue shirt collar when the searchlight was powered on. A rookie lieutenant issued the Article 15, and claimed that I was sleeping on guard duty.

(F) I got punched in the face by the company commander's male secretary (my face swelled up and I had a black eye).

(F1) One morning I went to where the hooch maids were washing our clothes to see my hooch maid (Hom) because I wanted to give her some money to bring me some Vietnamese food from the town of An Khe. While I was there, the company commander's male secretary showed up and started acting belligerent and punched me in the face. I presumed at the time that he thought that I was trying to pick-up on his hooch maid and he was jealous but looking back now, I'm beginning to think that he was upset with me for allowing the Vietcong to escape the night of the attack (I was pulling guard duty on the perimeter where they supposedly exited).

(G) A few days later, I was a suspect in the *frag-grenade bombing of the General's birthday party (see Section 4-E1&E2). Upon being interrogated by my company commander, he threatened to punch me in the face again and blacken my other eye.

*fragmentation grenade - hand thrown explosive metal bomb

(G1) One night around 10:00 pm., while I was laying on my bunk, I was approached by my platoon sergeant who said the following in a very serious tone of voice, "Tripper, the company commander wants to see you in his office on the double!"

(G2) I got myself presentable and went to the company commander's office. Upon entering his office I could see that he was very irate. He immediately asked me what I had to do with the bombing of the General's birthday party earlier that night. Well needless to say, I didn't have the slightest clue of what he was talking about, I didn't even know it was the General's birthday (I certainly wasn't invited). Furthermore, I resented the fact that I was being associated with the crime but I kept my cool and showed respect.

(G3) I wasn't part of the underground revolutionary movement at Camp Radcliff, Vietnam, and I had nothing to add to the company commanders investigation. However, when I told him that I knew nothing about that evening's bombing, he became extremely irritated with me and irrational, and said the following, " Private Mitchell, if you don't tell me what you know about the fragging of the General's party, I'm going to punch you in the face and give you another black-eye!"

(G4) As I stood before the company commander looking him dead in the eyes, I couldn't help but suspect that he was lying and that the bombing of the General's birthday party was just a charade. Thinking back about it now, I didn't see the MPs searching for a suspect that night or anyone else being interrogated. So it must have been just another nail in my coffin, another excuse to railroad me out of the army for what I knew about the attack on Camp Radcliff, April 6th 1970 being an inside job (false flag).

(H) Around July 13th 1970, I was ordered to see a psychoanalyst for a mental evaluation. By this time, I had become very leery of the chain of command. It was quite obvious that they were building a case against me to railroad me out of the service and I resented the fact that they were playing God with my life. I was also becoming very paranoid and suspicious about what they might do next.

(H1) I remember sitting in the psychoanalyst's office and talking with him. It wasn't anything like I had expected or dreaded, there wasn't any interview or questioning of any kind and I was surprised to find out that he already had my mental evaluation prepared for me when I arrived. I remember his words just like it was yesterday but it's been 38 long years since then. He said, "Private Mitchell, it appears as if you have a Passive/Aggressive Personality Disorder."

(H2) I immediately responded and said the following, "And sir, what exactly does that mean?"

(H3) And to my surprise, the psychoanalyst replied, "That means that we're sending you home early under Article 212, you will be discharged with a general discharge under honorable conditions."

(H4) I willingly agreed with his decision, thinking the whole time that I had gotten off easy. He could have had me committed to a mental institution for the rest of my natural life, or had me transferred to a *cannon fodder brigade; either way, it would have not been in my best interest.

*cannon fodder - used to attract enemy fire, to detect their position

(I) Upon leaving Vietnam, I was sent back to Fort Lewis, Washington (where I took my basic training) and after signing the final documents that secured my permanent separation from the United States Army, I stepped into the men’s restroom and changed into my civilian clothes and threw my dress uniform with the custom silver buttons on it in the trash can (see Section 3-B1). I then left Fort Lewis and went back to Southern California full of bitterness and resentment towards Uncle Sam and everything that he stood for.

(J) About a month after I returned home, a representative from the United States Army showed up at my place of residence unannounced and under very suspicious circumstances. It seemed to me at the time that he had come to take an attitude check on me and to determine whether I was going to be a public relations threat to the United States Government or not.

(J1) I welcomed him into my home and listened very attentively to what he had to say and then bid him farewell and he left without a clue as to what I was really thinking; I was thinking that someday, I would write this affidavit.

(J2) Over the years my resentment towards the United States Government evolved into hatred for society in general, including Christianity. That led to paranoia, antisocial behavior, fits of rage, drug & alcohol abuse and those demons had a very negative and destructive influence on every aspect of my daily life. I've had at least a 100 different good paying employers since Vietnam and two failed marriages; even today, my antisocial behavior limits my personal contact with those around me and I've never even registered to vote in any political election.

This Concludes Camp Radcliff, An Khe, Vietnam, April 6th 1970 Attack
Though my life was shattered and thrown into chaos and confusion because of what I experienced in Vietnam, I consider myself to be one of the lucky ones who served in South East Asia. I'm lucky because I am still alive and able to write my story for you to read instead of you reading just my name inscribed on the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial Wall.

With the utmost respect and deepest regret for all of those who were not so fortunate: I For One, Will Never Forget.

I attest under penalty of perjury bound by the laws of the state of California, on August 11th, 2008, that the aforementioned statements are true based on my own perception of what took place during the time that I was an active member of the United States Army. Furthermore, I authorize the use of polygraph test (lie detector), hypnosis (thought regression) and sodium pentothal (truth serum) on myself in my own defense should it be deemed necessary in a court of law within the jurisdiction of the Unites States Of America.

Rodney Lee Mitchell Jr. - AKA. in 1970: Tripper, Vietnamese nickname: Biet,
Co. C., 124th Signal Battalion, Corp. Of Engineers


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