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him on the lead Jeep on tomorrow’s four a.m. convoy escort—with this weapon.’
“That PFC spent the entire night cleaning his weapon.”
By the time Hazelwood moved on, the Fourth was not only squared away, but had become one of the most decorated MP companies in Vietnam.
His next stop was An Khe, home of the First Cavalry Division, where for four months Roy coordinated convoy security for more than 250 miles of the most dangerous roadway in Vietnam.
His last assignment was as “number one papa san” in charge of cleaning up “Sin City,” the one-square-mile red-light district in An Khe.
Sin City was notorious throughout that part of Vietnam for its overpriced and diluted booze (known as Saigon tea),diseased hookers, and the frequency of street brawls that broke out among the U.S. Army personnel who were Sin City’s most frequent visitors.
Not unlike some western sheriff determined to tame his town’s outlaw element, Roy instituted reforms that eliminated most of Sin City’s violence, improved the girls’ health and hygiene, and regulated liquor prices.
The fighters tailed off dramatically when he forbade officers and enlisted men to mingle in the same establishments.
“In fact,” Roy recalls, “we had the brothel owners construct, at their own cost, three separate facilities: one for officers, one for noncommissioned officers, and one for the enlisted men.”
He saw to it that price-gouging ricksha operators, who charged exorbitant sums to transport soldiers to and from Sin City, suddenly had an affordable competitor, a regularly scheduled, round-trip minibus service.
Hazelwood also ordered that all prostitutes were to receive weekly physical examinations and be tested for sexually transmitted diseases. Those who were sick were ordered out of their brothels. One violation, and the whorehouse itself was shut down.
Roy further directed that all employers and employees from Sin City’s papa-sans to their bartenders and the bar girls were to rise at 6:00 a.m. each day and thoroughly police the entire district for trash.
“Everyone took part; it was a true democracy,” he says.
In the summer of 1968, his tour complete, Major Hazelwood returned home to confront a major decision. The army offered him a choice: attend Michigan State University to pursue an advanced degree in criminal law enforcement studies, or accept a year’s fellowship in forensic medicine at the AFIP.
Hazelwood decided in characteristic fashion.
“I went to the dictionary and looked up ‘forensic medicine.’It said, ‘medicine as it applies to courts of law.’ That sounded fascinating, so I accepted the fellowship.”
Roy had seen a tremendous amount of violence in Vietnam, but the AFIP introduced him to a different variety of mayhem—random, pernicious violence and its victims. Assisting in autopsies at the Baltimore medical examiner’s office, retrieving floaters (dead bodies) with the harbor patrol, observing the psychiatric intake ward at Walter Reed, and learning forensic anthropology at the Smithsonian Institution, Hazelwood for the first time began to sketch his own mental frame around the borders of extreme and dangerous behavior.
“My professional interest in death and violence really came together at AFIP,” he explains. “There was
so
much violence, and I was confronted daily with its victims. Some of the victims would be expected to encounter violence in their lives. Prostitutes and drug addicts, for example. But many of the other victims I saw were selected randomly to be killed. That point has stayed with me for my entire career.”
Another lingering recollection is of black humor and practical jokes in the Baltimore morgue.
Early in his fellowship, one of the assistant MEs called the working day to a close and gestured to Roy that he could find a cold beer in cooler number 6 along the wall. Hazelwood opened the locker. Out rolled a corpse on its shelf, a cold six-pack tucked into the crook of its
“That PFC spent the entire night cleaning his weapon.”
By the time Hazelwood moved on, the Fourth was not only squared away, but had become one of the most decorated MP companies in Vietnam.
His next stop was An Khe, home of the First Cavalry Division, where for four months Roy coordinated convoy security for more than 250 miles of the most dangerous roadway in Vietnam.
His last assignment was as “number one papa san” in charge of cleaning up “Sin City,” the one-square-mile red-light district in An Khe.
Sin City was notorious throughout that part of Vietnam for its overpriced and diluted booze (known as Saigon tea),diseased hookers, and the frequency of street brawls that broke out among the U.S. Army personnel who were Sin City’s most frequent visitors.
Not unlike some western sheriff determined to tame his town’s outlaw element, Roy instituted reforms that eliminated most of Sin City’s violence, improved the girls’ health and hygiene, and regulated liquor prices.
The fighters tailed off dramatically when he forbade officers and enlisted men to mingle in the same establishments.
“In fact,” Roy recalls, “we had the brothel owners construct, at their own cost, three separate facilities: one for officers, one for noncommissioned officers, and one for the enlisted men.”
He saw to it that price-gouging ricksha operators, who charged exorbitant sums to transport soldiers to and from Sin City, suddenly had an affordable competitor, a regularly scheduled, round-trip minibus service.
Hazelwood also ordered that all prostitutes were to receive weekly physical examinations and be tested for sexually transmitted diseases. Those who were sick were ordered out of their brothels. One violation, and the whorehouse itself was shut down.
Roy further directed that all employers and employees from Sin City’s papa-sans to their bartenders and the bar girls were to rise at 6:00 a.m. each day and thoroughly police the entire district for trash.
“Everyone took part; it was a true democracy,” he says.
In the summer of 1968, his tour complete, Major Hazelwood returned home to confront a major decision. The army offered him a choice: attend Michigan State University to pursue an advanced degree in criminal law enforcement studies, or accept a year’s fellowship in forensic medicine at the AFIP.
Hazelwood decided in characteristic fashion.
“I went to the dictionary and looked up ‘forensic medicine.’It said, ‘medicine as it applies to courts of law.’ That sounded fascinating, so I accepted the fellowship.”
Roy had seen a tremendous amount of violence in Vietnam, but the AFIP introduced him to a different variety of mayhem—random, pernicious violence and its victims. Assisting in autopsies at the Baltimore medical examiner’s office, retrieving floaters (dead bodies) with the harbor patrol, observing the psychiatric intake ward at Walter Reed, and learning forensic anthropology at the Smithsonian Institution, Hazelwood for the first time began to sketch his own mental frame around the borders of extreme and dangerous behavior.
“My professional interest in death and violence really came together at AFIP,” he explains. “There was
so
much violence, and I was confronted daily with its victims. Some of the victims would be expected to encounter violence in their lives. Prostitutes and drug addicts, for example. But many of the other victims I saw were selected randomly to be killed. That point has stayed with me for my entire career.”
Another lingering recollection is of black humor and practical jokes in the Baltimore morgue.
Early in his fellowship, one of the assistant MEs called the working day to a close and gestured to Roy that he could find a cold beer in cooler number 6 along the wall. Hazelwood opened the locker. Out rolled a corpse on its shelf, a cold six-pack tucked into the crook of its
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