In 1968, the author was part of a group of US Navy advisors billeted so deep in the Mekong Delta that they could only be reached by boat. The Navy forgot about them, the Army ignored them, and there was no Òadult supervisionÓ for long periods of time.
The result was a madcap whirlwind of bizarre misadventures and risquŽ behavior from Saigon to Sydney and back, as they talked their way onto helicopters, boats, bush planes, (and even a Rickshaw at one point.)
For the author and his colleagues, Vietnam could be described as Ò98%% boredom and 2%% wet underwearÓ. This book is about the 98%%, and the insane things that happened when nobody knew Ð or cared Ð where they were!