Our 35 Squadron was completely manned by Australians but fully supported on an American base. Initially, because the American airfield was still quite underdeveloped, we stayed in a disused villa in the town itself, with minimal protection. There was an open iron fence; we had a few sandbags. We were guarded by a Vietnamese policeman. They used to wear a white uniform and they were very small. We referred to them as ‘white mice’. If a white mouse disappeared it was time to do something.