Oy Vey, mannn, whatchoo say? Over there at the 114th Aviation Company Ammo dump, a couple of miles North of the Tan Son Nhut North Gate,,, (that is where I worked) Little old wrinkled up Le Van Kieu, he toted a home made pipe in his pocket. He would stick the copper stem into that copper pipe bowl and take two or three puffs. That wasen't pot he was smoking either. It was heroin.