1. Yes, we endured about four rocket attacks per week. We had lots of yellow alerts and several red alerts. I was jumpy every time I heard a siren when I got back because radar would pick up the rockets and alert us with a loud siren that I got used to. I can't tell you how many times I had to jump out of my bunk late at night in DaNang, slip on some boots without tying the boot laces, grab a helmet, grab my rifle and get ammunition in the bunker. We all looked silly in our bunkers wearing just our boxers, unlaced boots and a steel pot on our heads. There was 50 cal. American machine gun action about a quarter mile from us. I was scared shitless when they sent me up a guard tower with a can of M60 ammo. There were three or four other guys in the tower but they were all so exhausted that they were sound asleep on the plywood floor. Nobody hit our guard tower that night, no doubt because they got a glimpse of this vicious GI drooping over an M60;
2. People here may have said Nam and maybe others said Nam, but I never heard it.
I was only briefly in the Saigon suburb of Cholon and briefly in Cam Rhan Bay. Finished my time there on Monkey Mountain.