It seemed to me that every unit in Nam had their own mascot, and ours was no different. Our mascot was a lovable, though rather hairy and disreputable looking female dog of indeterminate ancestry named "Sux". The men in our unit took great pleasure in referring to her as "our dog Sux". She became an important part of a monthly ritual. Each month the squadron would throw a party to honor those men returning home at the end of their tours, as well as welcoming the new replacements to the unit. The lowest ranking officer of the newcomers would be presented with Sux, and told it would be his task to see she was fed and cared for. Also, at the end of that month, the officer was tasked to bathe Sux, tie a large bow around her neck, and present her to the next newcomer to be so tasked. Feeding her was really no problem. She was very popular with the men, and everybody liked giving her snacks. Bathing her wasn't too bad, but keeping her clean and presentable between bath and party time was really tough. After a bath, her favorite thing to do was run through the "clong", a ditch filled with filthy water. Sux had the run of our barracks and training facility. She came and went as the mood struck her. Sometimes she would sleep outside, other times she would wander into someone's room and curl up in the corner for the night. Sux had a peculiar prejudice, she didn't like Vietnamese people. She would bark continuously at the maids. Also, If any of our squadron members went into Saigon, when they returned, she somehow knew where they had been, and she would bark at them in an unfriendly manner. I think because they had the smell of the Vietnamese on their clothes. We had an Air Force van that ran a route between our barracks and our operations center, which was located on the flight line. It shuttled the men back and forth. Sux got a ride on it one day, and thereafter decided that would be her primary location. She spent a large part of every day laying on the step of the van's open door, riding back and forth, greeting each flyer as they boarded the vehicle. If she spotted another dog enroute, she would bark loudly, letting them know she was very important and had a vehicle to ride in. Some years after the war ended, I was able to learn what happened to Sux. When our unit pulled out, the Gooney Birds of our unit were flown to Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines. As the last plane departed, some kind soul put Sux on board, ensuring she wouldn't fall into enemy hands.