Quang Ngai - Operations Center Cancelled

Quang Ngai - Operations Center Cancelled
Here are a few things I remember about this mission: (no particular order)

Several of us from Signal Company at SFOB were sent to Quang Ngai to establish an operations center for an upcoming operation in that area. We were to set up in the old French Embassy building.
We arrived with one of our deuce-trailer-mounted radio rigs and other necessities as well as a generator.
During some "free" time, I spent some time helping mount maps. We would varnish them onto large sheets of plywood, cutting and matching individual maps' edges. These plywood sheets were then hung or arranged on one wall of the main conference room.
We had no chow with us, so it was arranged for us to eat with the Air Force. One day on our way to chow, we passed CPT Truffa (my previous C.O.) on the road. I remember getting so excited to see him that I forgot to salute and was called down by the NCO in the jeep.
One evening, a couple of our guys went over and "requisitioned" a couple of pallets of C-rations from the Navy Seabee's camp. They said that all you had to do was act like you knew what you were doing. They even used the Seabees' own forklift to load our truck.
The road from town to the airport ran directly across the (east?) end of the runway. Road traffic was stopped for air traffic. One day, I was sent to the airstrip to pick up something in our jeep. On the way back, I encountered a convoy of deuces headed for the airstrip. I pulled over as far as I dare without rolling over into the ditch. Nonetheless, one of the deuce's rear tires snagged my front bumper and nearly launched me backwards into the ditch. Luckily, no real damage was done.
When I had set up the generator, I forgot to put the fuel selector valve in AUX position to draw from the 55-gallon drum of diesel fuel. In the middle of the night, the tank on the generator ran dry and everything went dark. I spent the rest of the night trying to get the injectors re-primed and restart the engine, but with no luck. The next morning, we went and asked nicely if the Seabees could loan us a mechanic to get things up and running again. They agreed and we were running good in no time.
We grunts set up cots in one of the side rooms at the Embassy building, presuming that all was well. During the night, it started to rain and we suddenly became aware that there was no roof on our wing of the building.
During the night, we stood (sat) guard duty on an old chair on the front portico of the Embassy. It was a very uneasy feeling, sitting there under a porch light, with total darkness all around. It would not have taken much for someone in the shadows to pick off an easy target. Fortunately, nothing happened.
A couple of days into our task, I was sent back to Nha Trang for some equipment and supplies. While there, I received word to just stay in Nha Trang, as the mission had been scrubbed. I told the guys to just throw all my gear into the radio hut and I would get it when it came back. I never saw that hut or that gear again. It included about 3 boxes of slides I had taken all over country, clothing, and many tools and spare parts.