The Battalion's first Public Information Officer (Combat Photographer & Reporter) Company A & HHC 1967-1968.
I was born in Grenada County, Mississippi on October 25, 1943 and was raised in this productive cotton-farming region of the Mississippi Delta. After graduating from Valley High School in 1963, I enrolled at Holmes Junior College in Goodman, Mississippi. There, I became acquainted with an influential physics professor, Frank Drake, who would eventually set my feet firmly on the path that would lead me to become a soldier, a paratrooper, a Currahee, and ultimately my "rendezvous with destiny" in a far away placed called Vietnam.
Mr. Drake had been a smokejumper for the U.S. Forest Service in the northwestern states of Oregon, Washington, Idaho and Montana during the 1950's. His wonderful stories of parachute jumping into remote mountainous wilderness areas to fight forest fires and his encounters with wildlife endemic to the northwest appealed to my adventurous nature and convinced me to apply for a summer job with the U.S. Forest Service.
During the summers of 1964, 1965, and 1966, I fought forest fires, fished for trout in the cold, clear mountain streams and enjoyed the pristine outdoors of beautiful Idaho.
As the summer ended 1966, the lure of big game hunting for elk in the back
country of Idaho during the fall led me to stay in the northwest rather than
return to college for the fall semester. Little did I realize that my absence at
school and my failure to report to college classes at the University of Alabama
would prompt Uncle Sam to come looking for me. It wasn’t too long before I
received a very official letter from the Selective Service System summoning me
to join other fortunate young men from my home county in reporting to local
Draft Board 18, Grenada, Mississippi. My life from that point took a detour onto
a path that would take two years to travel and would drastically change my life
forever.
I entered the service on January 17, 1967, took my basic training at Fort
Campbell, Kentucky and Advanced Infantry Training (AIT) at Fort Gordon, Georgia.
By June of 1967. I had just completed my airborne training at Fort Benning,
Georgia and was promptly assigned to Company A of the recently reactivated 3rd
Battalion (Airborne), 506th Infantry ("Currahee"). It was quite an honor to be
assigned to this old and proud war horse unit from WWII. The new battalion
commander, LTC John P. Geraci, was a combat veteran of WWII, Korea, and Vietnam.
This prestigious commander was staffing his unit with the finest officers and
NCOs that he could beg, borrow or steal from other airborne units in the
military. News that this famous WWII battalion had been reactivated for service
in Vietnam as the fourth maneuver battalion to the 1st Brigade, 101st Airborne
and for the specific purpose to make the first parachute assaults for the 101st
Airborne Division in Vietnam, spread quickly through the military ranks, and
paratroopers from other airborne units volunteered for the 3-506th. The
remaining officers and enlisted men needed to fill the ranks came straight from
OCS and jump school-myself included (MOS 11B2P).
On October 3, 1967, the battalion deployed to Vietnam aboard the USNS General
William Weigel and arrived in country late October of 1967. Shortly after our
unit arrived in Vietnam, I was offered and accepted the position of battalion
PIO. My primary duties as the combat photographer and reporter were to chronicle
our tour of duty in Vietnam through pictures and newspaper articles for the
period of October 1967 to October 1968.
I was by no means a "privileged individual" within the ranks, but my status as a
PIO did give me the freedom to move around from place to place and to travel
with all units. As the battalion PIO, I had a unique opportunity to become
acquainted with everyone in my battalion, either by face or name. Many
friendships developed as I spent time with my fellow soldiers documenting our
harsh living conditions, engaging the enemy, and writing stories about the
combat experience of individual soldiers and hunting the enemy. I attempted to
photograph every soldier in the battalion, either individually or in a group
setting. My presence as the lanky, redheaded guy named Jerry Berry with the
camera made a lasting impression on many of my fellow Currahees.
I carried two, sometimes three cameras with me as I traveled within
the boundaries of II and occasionally III Corps performing my duties as
battalion PIO. The most important camera, of course, was used to take military
photographs; the others were carried with permission as my personal cameras and
were used to shoot my own personal
photographs. As a result, I took thousands of photographs and slides during my
tour of duty.
My incredible journey eventually led me back home and to the girl who had waited
patiently for me to return from Vietnam. Donna and I were married in June of
1969 in Greenwood, Mississippi, then traveled to Idaho on our honeymoon to start
our lives together beyond the security of the home and family we left behind. We
would both work for the U.S. Forest Service as a fire lookout team. I had come
full circle since leaving Idaho in 1966 and finally returned to the northwest
and my position with the Forest Service.
A wealth of photographs, information, and personal experience came home with me
from Vietnam some five decades ago. Hardly a day goes by in my life without
thoughts of Vietnam and the many lives that touched mine. In the first few years
after returning home, I contemplated the idea of writing a book about my
experience as a paratrooper in Vietnam. My many photographs, diaries, newspaper
stories, notes from interviews, and extensive collection of weekly editions of
the Screaming Eagle and other Vietnam newspapers provided the sufficient
material I needed to write a book. As the years went by, however, my efforts
were channeled into building my career with the U. S. Forest Service. The urge
to write a book about my experiences in Vietnam would surface now and then, but
priorities still demanded that I concentrate on nurturing the home environment
and raising a family.
The fire was rekindled in 1985 when Eddie Blanco, a fellow paratrooper from
Alpha Company, and living in Brooklyn New York, placed notices in local
newspapers in various
towns where I had lived in an attempt to locate me. At the time, I was still in
Idaho. We were able to renew an old friendship that had been established years
before by the bond of the original group of Currahee brothers who had fought
together side by side in service to their country. This contact led to contacts
with other fellow Currahees, and these renewed friendships triggered my latent
desire to write the books that I had given so much thought to over the years.
In 1997, I made the decision to retire from my position with the U.S. Forest
Service after 30+ years of government service and devote full time to locating
other Currahees and completing my books.
This small group of newly found 3-506th members gave me the incentive to locate
other Currahees-not only to provide the much-needed personal input that I needed
to complete my book, but a genuine desire to rekindle the unique bond of
friendship we once shared as airborne soldiers. At this point in time, I was
ecstatic and definitely gaining momentum for the goal I had set for myself-to
locate every surviving member of the 3-506th and include some of their personal
information in my books.
The desire to be reunited with my fellow Currahees has become a personal quest.
As I locate each former Currahee, it gives me great pleasure to personally tell
them “Welcome home, soldier” and to learn where their lives have led them since
Vietnam. I am currently in touch with over 700 of my fellow Currahees. At our
eight Annual 3-506th reunion (2004) in Clarksville, TN, over 250 former members
and family members were reunited once again. We reaffirmed our bond as 3-506th
paratroopers and airmobile while strains of “Blood on the Risers” were sung by
the proud group. This is the true camaraderie of the 3-506th--a bond that has
withstood the perils of war, the loss of friends, and the painful memories of
Vietnam. We stand alone-We stand proud-We are Currahees!
It has been a definite challenge to bring former members of my group together
after so many years. Even more challenging is the task of persuading many of
them to “unlock” their feelings and memories of Vietnam that have been locked
away in their minds for so long. For many of them, it has been and still is a
painful trip back to the memories they hold of Vietnam. Those who have shared
their Vietnam memories and experience with me have done so for the sake of what
has developed into “Our Books.” They have placed their faith and trust in me as
the author of "The Stand Alone Battalion" to write this book, as well as other
to be written, as truthfully and as factually as possible at the time.
It is my continuing goal to locate 3-506th members who served in Vietnam-not
only those from our tour of duty, but also those who followed us and continued
the proud tradition of the Currahees until the unit finally left Vietnam in May
of 1971. It is my desire to be reunited with as many of my fellow Currahees as
possible in the years ahead and to finish "Our Books" for all of us who served
honorably in Vietnam. My personal “Rendezvous with Destiny” continues-some fifty
years beyond the Vietnam experience come October 2018. The legacy I will leave
for future generations will be set forth in picture and story between the covers
of books about our "Stand Alone Battalion".
This website will provide information about past and upcoming events, personal
stories, and memorabilia items for sale. If you would like to contact us, you
can always leave us a message in our Guest Book, or if you prefer email me
directly at
jerryberry@currahee.org
Check our Message Board for announcements and ongoing conversation, and log onto
our Task Force 3-506th Facebook Group
https://www.facebook.com/groups/157897248091835/
for our posts and stories
about our time in Vietnam. If you were a member of the unit, a support unit
member, or are a family member of a Currahee or Support Unit member KIA, and
have any information to share about fellow veterans, please get in touch either
by mail at the address below, or by email. The information you provide will aid
in the completion of our unit history.
I currently reside in Libby, Montana with my wife of 49 years, Donna. We
have four grown children-Stephanie, Jennifer, Heidi, and Christopher; and three
beautiful grandkids--Blake, Rowen and Connor.
Thanks for stopping by and paying us a visit at "The Stand Alone Battalion", the
website, your home on the web. Always feel free to send along any ideas or
requests, and we hope you stop by often to check for new content.
Jerry Berry in Montana