Mpc Series 681 PCGS Registry Set At The Top!!

Those are great stories!! I look forward to many more

 

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This thread has been lifeless for the past few days --- time to stimulate it with another MPC war story. Something akin to MPC CPR.

After months in the field "neutralizing" NVA [North Vietnamese Army] and hard-core VC [Viet Cong] forces, we would be relieved by an ARVN [Army of Vietnam] unit [aka, the good guys] They had the ability to maintain the security that we had established, contend with local VC left-overs and they initiated the nation building programs necessary for pacification [winning hearts and minds].

Raggedy, torn and the worst-for-wear, we were airlifted to a base camp located in a secured area for a few weeks of unofficial, in-country R&R. By the very late '60s, tents, stretched over 2x4 frames on raised wooden platforms, had been replaced with permanent buildings built on concrete slabs. Generator plants were in operation, electrical poles raised and buildings were wired. We got to sleep on a steel framed bunk, a roll-up mattress, a pillow [unheard of in the field] and clean sheets [also unheard of in the field]. The buildings had overhead fans to stir the otherwise dead, steam laden, tropical air. Best part was that you didn't have to have your weapon for a bed partner. Only the mess halls and clubs were air conditioned.

Naturally, we spent our evenings in the air conditioned club. The bigger ones had a snack bar where you could get a cheese burger and fries. We gratefully pigged-out on those "real world" goodies. The bars had cold, draft beer that was sold by either the glass or pitcher. By closing time, usually midnight, MPCs that were left laying on the bar became soaked with with spilled beer. The bartenders would scoop up the soggy mess of notes and place them in a wire-screened basket dedicated for this purpose. The mama-sans who cleaned the club were given the additional task of drying and pressing the MPC notes. They would carefully layout the soggy notes on sheets of plywood to let them dry. In the afternoon, after the sun had time to heat them, sand bags were placed on the notes to finish the drying process and press them flat. Two of those tiny mama-sans struggled to lift one partially filled sand bag.

When collecting the almost restored notes, the mama-sans would stuff as many as they thought they could get away with into their bras. You could tell by the way they held their rice-straw, conical hats in front of their bust-line that they were trying to hide their suddenly enlarged cleavage. This became a big game, as no one cared about how much they carried off. We knew they would use the extra to buy additional food items to feed their hungry kids. We willingly supported that. In fact, many were the times when I saw broad shouldered, 6-foot plus GIs on their knees sharing C-rations with hungry kids. To a Grunt, hunger is an annoyance. To a Vietnamese child, hunger is a way of life. We always stand at our tallest when we kneel to help a needy child. Anyway, the GI knew he didn't have to go hungry for very long. Extra C's were carried on tracked vehicles and the always present choppers. Door-gunners, often wounded Infantrymen, wouldn't let a brother Grunt go hungry. The Grunt was cheerfully provided enough so that he could keep on keeping on.

 

Question

What do you mean by grade? I recently came upon 4 of these kind of bills in mint condition (I don't think they've been handled by more than a handful of people since they were distributed) and I have no idea what they are worth etc. I posted on the "what it's worth" forum but came upon this thread and recognized my four bills in your collection. Any help would be appreciated! Thanks!

 

My mouth is watering.....and waiting to see what the concensus might be.

Do tell us how you came to have these 4.

 

He found 4 of the low denoms. The 5 cent, 10 cent, 25 cent kind. Not a $10 or $20. They still look in good grade though.

 

Well... I was exploring an abandoned property (abandoned for 20+ years that I know of) and came upon a box of old greeting cards etc. that someone (probably local teenagers) had dumped out of a dilapidated barn. After collecting them all up and putting them back into a box, back into the garage, I noticed a wooden box in the corner of the barn. Inside I found the envelope labeled "Military certificates used in vietnam "funny money". I thought it was interesting so I took it back with me to investigate more. I also searched for the owners of the property, but through tax records I learned it is now owned by the county- which is fighting to a)demolish it and build "low income housing" or b) restore it- but the latter seems unlikely as the battle has been going on for a few years now..... So although I feel guilty about taking them, I would be sad to see them collapse into the rubble that remains of the building..... :-/

 

and I'm a she Just fyi

 

Only 7 posts so far. Looks like I might have overlooked "welcoming" you when you first joined CoinTalk.

Interestingly, I have come across a fair amount of women members. Glad you are with us!

Good Luck with the MPC's. You might consider PMing CT member MPCUSA. He is quite helpful.

Welcome again.

 

I will be more then happy to evaluate your finds and have already sent you
A pm if you have any questions about rarity and approx value
Please let me know