You may recall my stories about Maj Guy in the two tales of Manos restaurant in Tokyo in the 1970s, My first adventure, and the time Maj Guy and I took our wives to Manos, just to prove out innocent intentions. It was very exclusive brothel of sorts, with only foreign women, which Japanese men at that time were very enamored with.
Earlier this week I did a long post on “Jefe”, who was Maj Guy’s boss in the Intelligence section of our Army Command in Japan. And it was Maj Guy who invited me to join that historic trek into Japan’s until-then closed-to-foreigners South Alps.
(That’s him in this Stars & Stripes photo of one of our rests on the trail.)
When Guy retired he took the job of Director of Emergency Services in his new city in Florida. And we talked by phone a couple of times a year. I even met his brother in northern Kentucky, who also practiced law.
But in the late 90’s I began traveling back and forth to Russias, and our phone tabs were reduced to once a year then every other year. I recall that he’d called me in the early 2000’s to say he’d been to Hawaii to visit Col McMahon (Jefe
I had his phone number in my Rolodex (yes I still have one) and when I wrote this story about Col McMahon (“Jefe”) I decided to look him up. He would have been in his 80s.
I found an obituary for Guy from Pinellas County in Florida dated 2015, stating he’d died after a long struggle with cancer. He was 78 at the time.
Guy had done two tours in Vietnam, one as an Infantry platoon leader, and the next time, as an adviser to the Montagnards in the Vietnamese highlands. He’d seen it all, having dropped of to 120 pounds living off their food and regular bouts of dysentery with their water.
He was the most effervescent and amiable combat officer I’ve ever known.
And his name was Guy Daines.
A small tribute, if you please: