Thread by @TheReconCast

The "Ballad of the Green Brassiere" is a song written in 1966 to the tune of the famous Special Forces song "Ballad of the Green Beret." The girl in the song is a rather hippy-ish type who threw over her draft-card-burning Vietnik boyfriend in the States to spend a year in Vietnam at Bien Hoa Air Force Base, home of the 531st Tactical Fighter Squadron and the Mike Force. The Mike force, (Det A-302), whose callsign was Chinaboy, was an "A" team of twelve highly specialized Special Forces troops who commanded a battalion of Nungs. Nungs are Chinese mercenaries who are renowned for their fierce fighting abilities. The missions of the Mike Force were always quite hazardous as they were called out to either find Charley, engage Charley in his own territory, or to aid another SF camp about to be hit. The skull and crossbone patch of the MF has spread terror from Tay Ninh and Loc Ninh to the Blue Angel in Bien Hoa. They have even been known to become amphibious in the Freedom Pool in Saigon. (That, by the way, is where MF men Frenchy Marquis, Jim Taylor, and F-100 pilot Mark Berent first met. From that aquatic operation sprang the friendship between the fighter pilots and the Mike Force team.) With the callsign of Ramrod, the F-100 pilots of the "Thirsty First" (531st) worked often with the Mike Force giving them close air support in the form of napalm, 500lb Snake-eye High Drags, 20mm strafe, and that lovely CBU. Naturally, the Chinaboys and the Ramrods had a great meeting of the minds and a very close relationship developed. They grew quite fond of each other and at any time of day or night a jock or an MF type could be found at the other's club. Of course, whenever the flight suits and the tiger suits got together, each went to great lengths to demonstrate their esteem for the other's highly specialized skills. Some of these sessions lasted 'til rather late in the morning causing the local natives around hootch T-7 to add to the general din with their quaint native cry of "SHUT TF UP!!" At one point in time, a VC gas stove, with an assist from Oley, flattened the MF team house. The only salvageable item was a huge green brassiere of fantastic cantilevered proportions. The MF hung (if you'll excuse the expression) this marvelous feminine garment on the wall in T-7. Then the Thirsty First went to work and wrote the ditty about our Vietnam pearl. The inspired creators were Ron Barker, Ron Miller, Mouse Nordman, and SF Sergeant Paul Tayler. The song goes on to say how this lovely girl found her way one night to old T-7 where she was truly appreciated and loved. Silver pilot's wings and silver jump wings were frequently pressed to her chest as she received the exuberant hugs from the troops who loved her so dearly. Tragically, a VC shell came from above and snuffed out the life of this lovely girl. In reverence to her contribution and actions above and beyond the call of duty to raise the morale of the fighter pilots and the Mike Force, they pressed silver pilot wings and jump wings into her tombstone to let her know she was not alone.

THE GREEN BRASSIERE

Put silver wings upon her stone
To let her know she's not alone
We love the girl who's buried here,
The girl who wore the Green Brassiere

Let me tell you about this girl
She was truly a Vietnam pearl
She wore a flower above her ear
And on her chest, a Green Brassiere

Press silver wings into her chest
Put there by America's best
She' a been loved both far and near
She's the girl in the Green Brassiere

In the States a Vietnik waits
Burning cards at the White House gate
He'll just wait for about a year
While everyone else enjoys the Green Brassiere Put silver wings, upon her stone To let her know she's not alone
We love the girl who's buried here
The girl who wore the green brassiere.

One night she came to hooch T-7
She thought she’d walked right into heaven The Thirsty First and Five and Dime Showed the Green Brassiere a hell of a time.

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VC shell came from above
Left one thing to remind us of
This little girl we love so dear
A slightly tattered Green Brassiere.

Put silver wings, upon her stone
To let her know she's not alone
We love the girl who's buried here.