Commando Specials by Ikey Starks at Sports West. During the birth of practical pistols shooting in the late 1970s, Nationally known shops like Pachmayr, Behlerts, Kings, Hoag, Swenson, and others had insanely long backlogs. As a result, smaller regional shops filled the gaps for high-quality guns with faster turnaround. One of these was “Sports West” in Denver, CO. Denver was a hotbed of practical shooting and the main man at Sports West, Ikey Starks was well known for building beautiful custom handguns. His partner George Orndorff was highly regarded for fine gunsmithing as well. Noted Gunsite trainer/competitor and writer Chuck Taylor approached Ikey/George about building a signature model and the “Chuck Taylor Commando Special” on a Colt Commander was born circa 1979/80. I have only seen a handful of these guns in the wild, so when this perfect example came along, I grabbed it. The high polish blue slide/electroless nickel frame juxtaposed over hand checkering with a Bomar make it “old school cool” to me.
By Richard H Dick James
54 years ago, September 1966, I was the SGT E-5 Demolition Sergeant on Detachment A-422 (Camp Vinh Gia), Company D (Detachment C-4), 5th Special Forces Group (Airborne), in the Mekong Delta (IV Corps) of South Vietnam.
On 6 October I had six inches of water in my room, and there was eight inches in the main room, as well as a foot-and-a-half of water in the kitchen. Early that afternoon, SFC Richard (the team Operations Sergeant) and SP4 Greene replaced Stephens and I at Giang Thanh. They arrived on one of our Vinh Gia “Navy’s” fiberglass outboard motorized assault boats. Stephens and I had prepared and had all our belongings ready to return to the “civilized world” of Vinh Gia.
The boat ride east to Vinh Gia was interesting, and sad. It was unbelievable how many of the indigenous homes were flooded. In fact, it was all of them. The canal bank was the highest elevation in the area, it being also where almost all the homes were built. They were under anywhere from one to three feet of water. In one of our outposts, the men were sitting on the roofs of their quarters.
I was happy. We arrived just in time for me to celebrate my birthday the following day, the 7th, in the sanity (?) of Vinh Gia. A nice birthday present would have been receiving the “Playboy” magazines my mother sent. Apparently, some mail clerk along the line latched on to them for himself, figuring he needed them more than we did. Had I known who was pilfering them I would gladly have wrung his neck.
SFC Richard had appointed me to act as Team Sergeant during his absence, with the support of CPT Smith, even though I was outranked by two teammates in camp. That made me feel very proud. I was also continuing as clerk/typist, Supply Sergeant, Intelligence Sergeant, Heavy Weapons Leader and Demolition Sergeant (my official title, since I could draw additional demolition pay as long as I was assigned to that slot). I was also acting camp Light Weapons Leader (since SP4 Greene was at Giang Thanh), and “Ranch Foreman.”
We had purchased a cow, that I (basically, a city boy) was put in charge of. The closest thing to a farm I had ever been to, was a friend’s goat pen in Castro Valley CA, where I had milked his two goats a few times. We also adopted a baby river otter. We named him “Squeaky.” He was 8 inches long (not counting his tail), and was cute, furry, playful as could be, and noisy. He was constantly squeaking (hence his name). He loved to be held in the hand, on his back, while his belly was rubbed. Thankfully we had no problems catching fish for him, because his stomach seemed like a bottomless pit. In fact, when we adopted him we had enough fish swimming around in our flooded team house, to feed the little critter. Squeaky, our dog, and our three small kittens played together a lot.
As acting Team Sergeant, I learned a lot about the difficulties of supervising the running of a camp. Special Forces A-teams basically had two financial funds they were responsible for. The first, and easiest fund to manage, was the Team Fund. Team funds were set up to purchase goods for the team for everyday living and entertainment. The fund was kept afloat by monthly team member donations, as well as the small profit made by selling canned beer and sodas to team members for a very slight markup.
The second fund, and most difficult to manage, was the camp Operational Fund. This fund was the responsibility of the team executive officer (XO). This fund money came from the U.S. Government, disbursed by the SFOB (5th Special Forces Group Headquarters in Nha Trang to the C-team CIDG Finance Office Fund Officer, who in turn delivered it to our A-team. This was the fund used to pay the CIDG. In addition, some of the funds were allocated for other camp purposes, such as rations for the CIDG, petroleum products, transportation, locally purchased goods and services, and various goods used daily. It was the XO’s responsibility to account for every single Piaster (Vietnamese penny). That alone was a major headache for the team XO.
The LLDB found over time that money could be made from that fund. The more dishonest the LLDB CO, the more money he could make. The LLDB had become experts at bilking the fund out of money by recruiting CIDG soldiers who never existed, except on the payroll. Another method the LLDB used, was the monthly kickback system, whereby the CIDG soldier had to “donate” a percentage of his pay to the LLDB commander.
Sometimes the LLDB would form businesses in a nearby village, the main reason for its existence being to sell goods to the camp, payable through the Operational Fund. That wasn’t very difficult for them to accomplish, since Special Forces camps attempted, as much as possible, to purchase materials, labor, and services locally.
Another headache for the XO was making sure that every CIDG soldier paid was, indeed, the named soldier. Attempts would be made by the LLDB to run a CIDG soldier through the pay line a couple times, one of the times acting the part of a fake soldier, one who was on the roster but didn’t exist. If the “non-existing” soldier did get paid, he would then give the money to the LLDB, while receiving a small percentage for himself, for managing to fake out the pay officer.
Dependent pay was also collected by CIDG men. The LLDB on occasion would pad the number of children a CIDG soldier had, to collect more pay. The LLDB would then keep that extra pay. As an example, a private 1 was paid $1,600 VN (about $10 American) per month. He was also authorized a monthly family allowance of $200 VN ($1.25 U.S.) for his wife, and $100 VN (60 cents) for each child. An unlimited number of children could be claimed. That made it possible for CIDG soldiers to receive a lot of extra pay for children.
The water level on the 7th, my 24th birthday, still hadn’t gone down much. I had 3 inches of water in my room at Vinh Gia. What a birthday! I spent the day suffering from a touch of pneumonia and a bad foot infection, similar to athlete’s foot. Everybody on the team was suffering from the foot infection, one so bad that he was restricted to bed rest. When I slept I made sure the mosquito netting was tightly tucked in under the mattress, to keep the snakes out of my bed. When I woke in the morning it was nothing to see snakes swimming around my bed.
Amazingly, on 13 October my Playboy that was mailed in San Jose CA on 11 August, more than two months prior, arrived. And, it was in pristine condition. It must have come via a VERY SLOW boat sailing the most circuitous route possible. My “Care” packages (cookies, candy, goodies, etc.) from home were apparently utilizing the same transportation system.
From my book #4 (SLURP SENDS! A Green Beret’s Experiences in Vietnam Book 4), of my four-book set of “SLURP SENDS!” Books #1 (“SLURP SENDS! On Becoming a Green Beret Book 1”), #2 (SLURP SENDS! Experiences of an A-Team Green Beret Book 2”), #3 (“SLURP SENDS! Experiences of a Green Beret in Vietnam Book 3”), and #4 are available on Amazon, or from me.
PHOTOS: Flooding on the Vinh Te Canal / “Squeaky,” our baby river otter (my photos).
So 2 weeks ago I had what was certainly the lowest serial First Year, 1970, MKIV 70 Series gun I will ever have. . .today I have what is likely the nicest 1970 MKIV 70 Series Govt Model I will ever have. Sadly the box style is right, but labeled for a slightly earlier Govt model….-Karl
With an era of hyper capacity ultra sub-compacts like the Sig Sauer P365 and the Springfield Armory Hellcat. Guns like the GLOCK 43, S&W Shield, and Kahr PM9 have all been pushed to the wayside as the best CCW piece you can lug around. But before the advent of the Superior Übermensch Pistols that have graced us. The brief window that existed for these single stack polymer framed 9mm sub-compacts were a glorious and exciting time. It was like reliving the introduction of guns like the S&W 3913 and Sig P239 all over again. Except with less weight and cheaper prices.
But there is one gun from that era that many seem to have forgotten about. A little pistol that could, a gun brought forth into the world on two thousandth and eleventh year of our Lord at the holy mecca of all things guns, SHOT Show.
Yes folks, today we’re talking about the Ruger LC9. Originally a upscaled LCP and chambered in 9mm. The LC9 was not a bad gun. But it had a lot going against. Mostly the horrid DAO trigger. Sure, for the LCP that trigger was okay since it was in reality a belly gun. You wouldn’t take a LCP out and do 25 yard bullseye shooting with it. But for the LC9, yeah, it was a problem.
But luckily, the good idea fairy came and bashed someone’s brain at Ruger and whispered into the ear of the concussion laden engineer the follow. “Make it a striker fired gun you dummy, because if you don’t. I’ll hit with twice as hard with a pipe wrench next time.” And so the best little forgotten gun was made.
Ruger made the LC9s and LC9s Pro. Which as a GLOCK fan, I’m about to mention heresy. I think it is a damn good little gun!
So what’s the different between the two LC9s guns you ask? The Pro doesn’t have a magazine safety and manual safety. Other than that, they’re the damn same thing.
Weighing in at 17.2 oz and having a width of 0.90″, a height of 4.50″, and a overall length of 6″. The LC9s is not that bad of a gun, especially with its factory 7+1 capacity and the ability to use factory 9rd extended mags for it.
I think the ergos beat the S&W Shield hands down. It is just a slick little gun with melted edges.
As you see, mine is slick. It sure beats my Shield.
And I’d say even though it is slightly bigger than my G43, it isn’t a bad carry gun. Especially since it is a factory 7+1, while the G43 is a 6+1.
The trigger pull is not bad at all, it has good sights, and the quality that goes into the gun is better than what you’d expect. Slick Guns shows that they’re hovering around the $450 price give or take a couple of bucks. That’s the same price point that the S&W Shields are going for.
So with all the insanity that is 2020 and the mad rush for anything and everything self defense related. They aren’t a bad deal.