James Clare Lamph, Bountiful, Utah: an interview by Becky B. Lloyd, March 4 & 9, 2004: Saving the Legacy tape no. 646

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JAME CLARE LAMPH M R H 4 9, 2004 up wait wait wait wait, you know? This one day there wa about t n f u in a big 1 - by all going swimming. Oh, let me tell you this story: When we was in Balida, almost the first time we was going through town, here's this Frenchman. Of course it's French North Africa. Here's this boy and this girl, both of them real nice looking young people walking down basically Main Street. Of course, all the guys look at the girls; all the GI' s are looking for girls. This couple got to the end of the block and stopped. This guy, while holding the girl's hand, pulled it out and wet in the street. He put it away, she still hanging on him and talking to him. That was my first experience. BEC: That was a typical thing to see? JIM: Typical. The public restrooms in that country, the 1najority of them, are on the sidewalk in the street. The girls were very modest. They had a real high eighteen inch raise, like to sit behind, when they went on the side of the street and the boys do it on the wall. Very common. After a while, I got so used to it, like I said, that I wouldn't even turn over if it was women. It was nothing. Anyway going back to the story about going swimming this day in the six-by. We topped the ridge. I was where I could see down the road, and I looked and there was a bridge at the bottom of the ravine. I said, "Eeh gods," to myself because there was a bomb truck, a gasoline truck, and a great big nine passenger Buick, which was probably owned by an Arab chief, you know, a big wheel. They all met on the bridge at the same time. Can you imagine? Not a car on the road besides us, and those three vehicles met on that bridge at the same time. The gasoline truck tipped over as it was going off one way and skidded across the desert. The truck full of bombs tipped over and skidded 60