honour to our heroes fall’n how ill soe’er
cause that bode them forth to die.”
|Last Day In Vietnam
|Getting ready to board the Golden Tailed Continental 707 for the trip home
My Thoughts On Vietnam
I am A Vietnam Veteran, but I hid this fact from people for several years
after the war, because I was caught up in the national shame of being involved in the War in Vietnam.
I did not want friends to know how I spent a couple years of my life
facing my mortality and being involved with what so many protested as an American mistake.
When my own service, the
United States Air Force, acted as if we should hide the fact of our involvement by ordering us to not wear our uniforms off
base, I was convinced it was a shameful thing we had been involved in, even though it was my country that ordered me
and over a million others to go to Southeast Asia and defend a promise made to the people of Vietnam.
never gave it much thought whether it was right or wrong to fight in that war. My country sent me, and because I was a member
of the military I went.
When my country abandoned the South Vietnamese I was ashamed of that. I was ashamed of
the way the United States ran helter-skelter from the friends they had promised to support and the treaties that were signed.
I was ashamed at the lack of support our country showed us. We were never given the support that America had given
its military throughout history. It was as if it were our fault that things did not go right for this country that had gotten
us involved and did not have the resolve to finish what it had started.
It is now more than forty years after my tours
in Vietnam, and somewhere along the way my thinking changed in the way I see my personal involvement.
started creeping into my thinking as we, the Vietnam Veterans, started the movement to get a Memorial, "The Wall". Since Americans
and our own government abandoned us, we would pay for and build our own Memorial.
The war protesters, the draft dodgers
could go on with their lives after Jimmy Carter gave them amnesty.
So, our lives could go on too, even if we only
recognized our accomplishments without support of the American people. I started seeing other Vietnam Veterans as brothers,
and shared what only close brothers could share.
I began also, to think of the war as a test, a rite of passage that
my father's generation went through in World War II, and my Brother went through in Korea. I know now, that had I not gone
to Vietnam when I was called, I would wonder all my life if I had what it takes to be an American, called on to do a duty
for my country. I don't have to wonder. I served. I went when called.
I have spoken with many men since the war, who
did not serve in the military. Many say they wished they had gone. They feel a part of their life passed by while they watched
from the sidelines.
They will carry with them to the grave an unanswered question that I
was fortunate enough to have answered. Would I serve if called by my country? I did and I survived, and now I walk with my
head held high.
When I meet other Vietnam Veterans I immediately feel a bond, a brotherhood that only we, who have
been there, can understand. My life would be missing a large part if I did not have this comradeship with my fellow Veterans.
Some say, "it's been over forty years ago, forget about it." I am here to tell you that you can not forget the
defining episode in your life that sets you apart from others.
How can you forget something as life changing an experience
as the War in Vietnam was for so many American men?
Some who are old enough to remember where they were and what they
were doing when John F. Kennedy was shot, or when Martin Luther King was shot can no more forget that, than a Vietnam Veteran
can forget about the combat in which he was involved so long ago.
How can someone who did not experience it, and doesn't
know if they would have gone had they been called, tell Veterans to get over it and forget it?
I wore the uniform
of The United States Air Force for 26 years. I went when called to serve in Vietnam For that I stand tall! I am proud. I am a Vietnam Veteran!
Da Nang RVN
-1967 - 1968
- 1969 - 1970
SOBERING STATISTICS FOR THE VIETNAM WAR
In case you haven't
been paying attention these past few decades after you returned from Vietnam, the clock has been ticking. The following are
some statistics that are at once depressing yet in a larger sense should give you a HUGE SENSE OF PRIDE.
the 2,709,918 Americans who served in Vietnam, Less than 850,000 are estimated to be alive today, with the youngest American
Vietnam veteran's age approximated to be 60 years old."
So, if you're alive and reading this, how Does it feel
to be among the last 1/3rd of all the U.S. Vets who served in VietNam?!?!? ...don't know about you guys, but kinda gives me
the chills, Considering this is the kind of information I'm used to reading about WWII and Korean War vets...
the last 14 years we are dying too fast, only the few will survive by 2025...if any.. If true, 390 VN vets die a day. so in
2190 days...from today, lucky to be a Vietnam veteran alive..... in only 6-10 years..
These statistics were
taken from a variety of sources to include: The VFW Magazine, the Public Information Office, and the HQ CP Forward Observer
- 1st Recon April 12, 1997.
STATISTICS FOR INDIVIDUALS IN UNIFORM AND IN COUNTRY VIE TNAM VETERANS:
9,087,000 military personnel served on active duty during the Vietnam Era (August 5, 1964 - May 7, 1975).
8,744,000 GIs were on active duty during the war (Aug 5, 1964-March 28,1973).
* 2,709,918 Americans served in
Vietnam, this number represents 9.7% of their generation.
* 3,403,100 (Including 514,300 offshore) personnel
served in the broader Southeast Asia Theater (Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, flight crews based in Thailand, and sailors in adjacent
South China Sea waters).
* 2,594,000 personnel served within the borders of South Vietnam (Jan. 1,1965 - March
28, 1973). Another 50,000 men served in Vietnam between 1960 and 1964.
* Of the 2.6 million, between 1-1.6 million
(40-60%) either fought in combat, provided close support or were at least fairly regularly exposed to enemy attack.
7,484 women (6,250 or 83.5% were nurses) served in Vietnam.
* Peak troop strength in Vietnam: 543,482 (April
*Agent Orange is taking a huge toll on Vietnam Veterans with most deaths somehow related to Agent
Orange exposure. No one officially dies of Agent Orange, they die from the exposures which causes ischemic Heart Disease and
failure, Lung Cancer, Kidney failure or COPD related disorders.
man to die in Vietnam was James Davis, in 1958. He was with the 509th Radio Research Station. Davis Station in Saigon was
named for him.
Hostile deaths: 47,378
Non-hostile deaths: 10,800
Total: 58,202 (Includes
men formerly classified as MIA and Mayaguez casualties). Men who have subsequently died of wounds account for the changing
8 nurses died -- 1 was KIA.
61% of the men killed were 21 or younger.
of those killed were younger than 20 years old.
Of those killed, 17,539 were married.
age of men killed: 23.1 years
Total Deaths: 23.11 years
Enlisted: 50,274; 22.37 years
6,598; 28.43 years
Warrants: 1,276; 24.73 years
E1: 525; 20.34 years
11B MOS: 18,465;
Five men killed in Vietnam were only 16 years old.
The oldest man killed was 62 years
Highest state death rate: West Virginia - 84.1% (national average 58.9% for every 100,000 males in 1970).
Wounded: 303,704 -- 153,329 hospitalized + 150,375 injured requiring no hospital care.
disabled: 75,000, -- 23,214: 100% disabled; 5,283 lost limbs; 1,081 sustained multiple amputations.
or crippling wounds to the lower extremities were 300% higher than in WWII and 70% higher than Korea.
amputations occurred at the rate of 18.4% compared to 5.7% in WWII.
Missing in Action: 2,338
766 (114 died in captivity)
As of January 15, 2004, there are 1,875 Americans still unaccounted for, from the
DRAFTEES VS. VOLUNTEERS:
25% (648,500) of total forces in country were
draftees. (66% of U.S. armed forces members were drafted during WWII).
Draftees accounted for 30.4% (17,725)
of combat deaths in Vietnam.
Reservists killed: 5,977
National Guard: 6,140 served: 101 died.
Total draftees (1965 - 73): 1,728,344.
Actually served in Vietnam: 38% Marine Corps Draft: 42,633.
Last man drafted: June 30, 1973.
RACE AND ETHNIC BACKGROUND:
the men who actually served in Vietnam were Caucasian; 10.6% (275,000) were black; 1% belonged to other races.
of the men who died in Vietnam were Caucasian (includes Hispanics);
12.5% (7,241) were black; 1.2% belonged
to other races.
170,000 Hispanics served in Vietnam; 3,070 (5.2% of total) died there.
enlisted men killed were of North-west European descent.
86.8% of the men who were killed as a result of hostile
action were Caucasian; 12.1% (5,711) were black; 1.1% belonged to other races.
14.6% (1,530) of non-combat deaths
were among blacks.
34% of blacks who enlisted volunteered for the combat arms.
suffered 12.5% of the deaths in Vietnam at a time when the percentage of blacks of militar y age was 13.5% of the total population.
Religion of Dead: Protestant -- 64.4%; Catholic -- 28.9%; other/none -- 6.7%
Vietnam veterans have a lower unemployment rate than the same non-vet age groups.
personal income exceeds that of our non-veteran age group by more than 18 percent.
76% of the men sent to Vietnam
were from lower middle/working class backgrounds.
Three-fourths had family incomes above the poverty level;
50% were from middle income backgrounds.
Some 23% of Vietnam vets had fathers with professional, managerial
or technical occupations.
79% of the men who served in Vietnam had a high school education or better when they
entered the military service. 63% of Korean War vets and only 45% of WWII vets had completed high school upon separation.
Deaths by region per 100,000 of population: South -- 31%, West --29.9%; Midwest -- 28.4%; Northeast -- 23.5%.
DRUG USAGE & CRIME:
There is no difference in drug usage between Vietnam Veterans
and non-Vietnam Veterans of the same age group. (Source: Veterans Administration Study)
Vietnam Veterans are
less likely to be in prison - only one-half of one percent of Vietnam Veterans have been jailed for crimes.
of Vietnam Veterans made successful transitions to civilian li fe.
WINNING & LOSING:
of veterans who saw heavy combat strongly believe the war was lost because of lack of political will.
75% of the public agrees it was a failure of political will, not of arms.
of Vietnam-era veterans were honorably discharged.
91% of actual Vietnam War veterans and 90% of those who saw
heavy combat are proud to have served their country.
74% say they would serve again, even knowing the outcome.
87% of the public now holds Vietnam veterans in high esteem.
INTERESTING CENSUS STATISTICS &
THOSE TO CLAIM TO HAVE "Been There":
1,713,823 of those who served in Vietnam were still alive as
of August,1995 (census figures).
During that same Census count, the number of Americans falsely claiming to
have served in-country was: 9,492,958.
As of the current Census taken during August, 2000, the surviving U.S.
Vietnam Veteran population estimate is: 1,002,511. This is hard to believe, losing nearly 711,000 between '95 and '00. That's
390 per day.
During this Census count, the number of Americans falsely claiming to have served in-country is:
13,853,027. By this census, FOUR OUT OF FIVE WHO CLAIM TO BE Vietnam vets are not.
The Department of Defense
Vietnam War Service Index of ficially provided by The War Library originally reported with errors that 2,709,918 U.S. military
personnel as having served in-country. Corrections and confirmations to this erred index resulted in the addition of 358 U.S.
military personnel confirmed to have served in Vietnam but not originally listed by the Department of Defense. (All names
are currently on file and accessible 24/7/365).
Isolated atrocities committed by American Soldiers produced
torrents of outrage from anti-war critics and the news media while Communist atrocities were so common that they received
hardly any media mention at all. The United States sought to minimize and prevent attacks on civilians while North Vietnam
made attacks on civilians a centerpiece of its strategy. Americans who deliberately killed civilians received prison sentences
while Communists who did so received commendations.
From 1957 to 1973, the National Liberation Front assassinated
36,725 Vietnamese and abducted another 58,499. The death squads focused on leaders at the village level and on anyone who
improved the lives of the peasants such as medical personnel, social workers, and school teachers. - Nixon Presidential Papers.
VP: HR/Safety, SCM
Interesting Veterans Statistics off the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall
Something to think about - Most of the surviving Parents are now Deceased.
There are 58,267 names now listed on that polished black wall, including those added in
The names are arranged in the order in which they were taken from us by date and within
each date the names are alphabetized. It is hard to believe it is 36 years since the last casualties.
Beginning at the apex on panel 1E and going out to the end of the East wall , appearing
to recede into the earth (numbered 70E - May 25, 1968), then resuming at the end of the West wall, as the wall emerges from
the earth (numbered 70W - continuing May 25, 1968) and ending with a date in 1975. Thus the war's beginning and end meet.
The war is complete, coming full circle, yet broken by the earth that bounds the angle's open side and contained within the
The first known casualty was Richard B. Fitzgibbon, of North Weymouth , Mass . Listed by
the U.S. Department of Defense as having been killed on June 8, 1956. His name is listed on the Wall with that of his son,
Marine Corps Lance Cpl. Richard B. Fitzgibbon III, who was killed on Sept. 7, 1965.
There are three sets of fathers and sons on the Wall.
39,996 on the Wall were just 22 or younger.
8,283 were just 19 years old.
The largest age group, 33,103 were 18 years old.
12 soldiers on the Wall were 17 years old.
Five soldiers on the Wall were 16 years old.
One soldier, PFC Dan Bullock was 15 years old.
997 soldiers were killed on their first day in Vietnam.
1,448 soldiers were killed on their last day in Vietnam.
31 sets of brothers are on the Wall.
31 sets of parents lost two of their sons.
54 soldiers once attended Thomas Edison High School in Philadelphia. I wonder why so many
from one school.
Eight Women are on the Wall. Nursing the wounded.
244 soldiers were awarded the Medal of Honor during the Vietnam War; 153 of them are on
Beallsville, Ohio, with a population of 475, lost 6 of her sons.
West Virginia had the highest casualty rate per capita in the nation. There are 711 West
Virginians on the Wall.
The Marines of Morenci: They led some of the scrappiest high school football and basketball
teams that the little Arizona copper town of Morenci (pop. 5,058) had ever known and cheered. They enjoyed roaring beer busts.
In quieter moments, they rode horses along the Coronado Trail, stalked deer in the Apache National Forest . And in the patriotic
camaraderie typical of Morenci's mining families, the nine graduates of Morenci High enlisted as a group in the Marine Corps.
Their service began on Independence Day, 1966. Only 3 returned home.
The Buddies of Midvale: LeRoy Tafoya, Jimmy Martinez, Tom Gonzales were all boyhood friends
and lived on three consecutive streets in Midvale, Utah on Fifth, Sixth and Seventh avenues. They lived only a few yards apart.
They played ball at the adjacent sandlot ball field. And they all went to Vietnam. In a span of 16 dark days in late 1967,
all three would be killed. LeRoy was killed on Wednesday, Nov. 22, the fourth anniversary of John F. Kennedy's assassination.
Jimmy died less than 24 hours later on Thanksgiving Day. Tom was shot dead assaulting the enemy on Dec. 7, Pearl Harbor Remembrance
The most casualty deaths for a single day was on January 31, 1968 ~ 245 deaths.
The most casualty deaths for a single month was May 1968 - 2,415 casualties were incurred.
Most Americans who read this will only see the numbers that the Vietnam War created. To
those of us who survived the war, and to the families of those who did not, we see the faces, we feel the pain that these
numbers created. We are, until we too pass away, haunted with these numbers, because they were our friends, fathers, husbands,
wives, sons and daughters. There are no noble wars, just noble warriors.
Marc L. Sabin
Colorado Springs, CO
Waiting For Flights To Return To base
On The Ground At Barber's Point Hawaii
After 12 Hour Overwater "Training Mission"
Learn about the AC-130 Spectre here.
"War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest thing; the decayed and degraded
state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks nothing is worth a war is worse.
A man who has nothing which he cares more about than his personal safety
is a miserable creature who has no chance of living free, unless made and kept so by better men than himself."
John Stuart Mill, 1850
Yes, we'll rally 'round the flag, boys
We'll rally 'round
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
We will rally from the hillside
We'll gather from the plain
the battle cry of Freedom
The Union forever, hurrah boys, hurrah
Down with the traitor, up with the star
we rally 'round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
We will welcome to our numbers
The loyal, true and brave
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
And although he may be poor
Not a man shall be a slave
Shouting the battle
cry of Freedom
So we're springing to the call
From the East and from the West
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
And we'll prove a loyal crew
To the land we love the best
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
"If you are able, save for them a place inside of you and save one backward
glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say you loved them, though you may or may not have always.
Take what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own. And in that time when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind."
Major Michael O'Donnell
KIA March 24, 1970
Dak To, Vietnam
Bad Night At Da Nang: The Crash of Corny 26
by JT Chapin
night of July 8, 1967, a B-52 Stratofortress attempted to make an emergency landing at the huge air base at Danang,
South Vietnam. The attempt ended in disaster. This is what happened.
Clem Beard, a tall, lanky, 6'3"Texan, looked up
when he heard the noise. A 1st Lt. with the US First Marine Division, Beard was night
duty officer in the Combat Operations Center, 1st MarDiv Headquarters,
located high on a hill overlooking the sprawling Danang air base. Beard was bunkered in, drinking coffee and listening to
normal radio chatter on the division net. His calm night was abruptly interrupted.
"The ground shook and I thought all hell had broken
loose. Then the radio chatter made mention of a crash, a B-52, which was non-standard aircraft for Danang. I made some radio
reports which reached the Old Man in his quarters (Maj. Gen. William Rupertus, commander of the First Marine Division), then
went outside to take a peek. There was one hell of a fire at the north end of the active."
What Beard saw when he stepped outside to get
a good look was a monstrous fire raging in the distance, faint blurs of red emergency vehicle lights and dim, far-away lights
of activity around the base.
for a few minutes, went back in the command bunker to check radio messages, then again went out to continue watching the conflagration.
"That fire was huge," Beard said. "The aircraft
overran the airstrip, crossed over an overrun area at the end of the strip, and continued on into a security minefield put
down to stop infiltrators. The aircraft was destroyed completely, and the crash and fire killed all but one of the crew. Only
survivor was the tail gunner."
Things were extremely busy that night on the U.S.
Air Force ramp area of the base. Sergeant George Martin and other personnel of the 20th Tactical Air Support Squadron were
hard at work receiving and checking a number of Cessna O-1 and O-2 aircraft, gassing them up and getting them ready for their
next day's missions. Armed only with target marker smoke rockets, the Cessnas were light planes flown by Air Force FAC (Forward
Air Control) pilots who directed fighter bomber strikes onto Viet Cong and NVA (North Vietnamese Army) targets.
Martin was unaware of the B-52 coming in until
he heard the sound of its engines. "Danang was a fighter base, and it was unusual
for large aircraft to land there except for the airlines bringing in troops on Boeing 707s. B-52s never landed there, so the
sound of a large jet coming in for a landing, at night, at Danang, was a very unusual occurrence and got our attention real
"We noticed the bright landing lights and the
wingtip lights. That's the reason the size of the aircraft caught our attention. We watched it on a long final by its lights.
It was a very dark night, and what also caught our attention was the fact that it (the B-52) was halfway down a 10,000 foot runway before the wheels touched down. We learned later he (the pilot) couldn't
lower his flaps, forcing a faster landing speed."
Martin's work area was approximately at mid-point
down the runway, and the B-52 landed nearly in front of him. "The B-52 touched down
pretty close to our mid-runway position. We could hear the tires touch, and smelled the rubber smoke cloud as the wheels contacted
the runway. We saw no fire (inside the aircraft), and this was all reported to accident investigators who interviewed my crew
that night after the crash."
Martin believed the aircraft had no brakes after
touchdown, nor did he see a drag chute pop out. "It was too dark to see any damage
on the aircraft, and there were no sparks from metal hitting or dragging on the ground that we could see."
The big Stratofortress disappeared down the runway
out of George Martin's view. Last thing he saw was a massive eruption of fire caused when the aircraft overran the end of
the runway, trenched through a plowed overrun area, nosed over an embankment and down a slope just beyond the perimeter, nosed
up into a security minefield, disintegrated, and burst into flame.
A stubby little twin-tailed, twin-rotor Kaman
HH-43 "Huskie" local base rescue helicopter, affectionately called "Pedros" by crews who flew them, was already in the air
when the B-52 touched down. It followed the bomber down the runway to its destruction point, hovered over the scene and reported
to the tower that flames were so high it could not affect a rescue attempt.
Over on the other side of the base in the Marine
Air Wing area, a fire truck manned by Marine fire and rescue personnel was alerted to the incoming aircraft. One of those
on the truck was Corporal Jeff Lewis.
The truck roared into motion as the B-52 landed,
and they chased it down the runway. They were still a long way away when the aircraft disintegrated. They and other emergency
vehicles could not continue straight on out to the crash site because of the minefield in which the burning bomber lay. All
had to detour around a base perimeter road that lay beyond the airstrip.
As his fire truck approached the flaming wreck,
Corporal Lewis and his crew saw that the only intact piece of the plane left was the B-52's tall tail, horizontal stabilizers,
and the tail gunner's compartment. Inside the compartment, still alive and struggling to get out, was the tail gunner, TSgt
As other fire units poured foam on the flames,
Lewis and his lieutenant grabbed fire axes from their truck, ran to the tail, and began chopping a hole through a Plexiglas
window. They had to work from the right side of the tail because of fire on the left. When the hole was large enough, they
grabbed the gunner as he emerged from it and pulled him through it to safety. Despite the horrendous crash, the tail gunner's
injuries consisted only of several abrasions and a scratch on his left arm.
Al Whatley was the only survivor
Next morning, when the wreckage had cooled enough
to conduct a search, Lewis and his fire truck mates used fiberglass poles to probe through the foam to locate the crew's remains
Clem Beard also visited the wreck area the next
morning. "I went down the next day and surveyed the crash site. The area was surrounded
by security people, but they let me through because I was in a Headquarters 1st Marine Division jeep. I got the lowdown from
some of the "snuffies" (a Marine Corps term) working the crash site. They said the only guy to survive was the tail gunner.
We had the jeep parked just below or near the empennage, and I remember the escape hatch was still swinging in the wind. I'm
surprised they recovered any remains, because the fire completely consumed the aircraft all the way back to the tail."
A multi-million dollar aircraft destroyed, five
crewmen dead, and just one survivor. It was a bad night at Danang. What caused the crash? The story, pieced together from
interviews with Air Force veterans and the official Air Force Accident Report compiled just eleven days after the crash, lends
a different light to what had long been thought by many.
It wasn't combat damage from an SA-2 SAM missile
hit that forced the aircraft to find safety on the ground in a hurry. Tragically, and far more ironic, the problem and cause
was equipment failure.
The aircraft was a B-52D, tail number 56-0601,
call sign "Corny 26" and cell call sign "Brown 2." It had flown from Andersen Air Force Base, Guam, to South Vietnam on an Arc Light bombing mission as part of a
three-cell nine-aircraft group. Corny 26 was assigned to the 4133 Bomb Wing (Provisional) at Andersen, augmented from its
home unit, the 22 Bomb Wing, March AFB, California, and flown by a crew from the 454th Bomb
Wing/736 Bomb Squadron, Columbus AFB, Mississippi.
There is an explanation for this odd mixture. Provisional bomb wings were paper wings only, established by the Air Force to conduct overseas operations.
These paper wings were equipped and staffed with stateside units - complete bomb wings with aircraft, crews and ground personnel
- rotated in and out on a regular basis. All stateside units were assigned to provisional wings on a 179 days TDY (acronym
for Temporary Duty) basis, to permit them to be rotated easily back to their home base. US military regulations stated (and
still do) that any reassignment of 180 days or more was, and still is, a permanent change.
The C-141 had just landed on runway 17L/35R at Da Nang Air Base following a 6-hour night flight. The
pilot turned off the runway and taxied toward the ramp, crossing the active runway 17R/35L.
At that moment a U.S. Marine Corps Grumman A-6A Intruder was taking off from that runway. The A-6
crew attempted to avoid the collision, but the airplane struck the nose of the C-141. It continued and crashed inverted. Both
crew members survived the accident. The C-141 caught fire.
Tower personnel stated that they had not cleared the C-141 to cross the inner active runway, but poor
radio equipment possibly precluded the C-141 from hearing this transmission. Landing and taxi lights were not being used by
either aircraft, both were displaying only navigation lights.
» C-141 Lifetime Mishap Summary / Lt. Col. Paul M.
Hansen, USAFR, Ret. McChord AFB WA (1 October, 2004)
» US Crashes 1950-2002 / Jan van Waarde
Spirits Of The Wall
I never intended to visit The Wall.
One year, I found myself in room at the Hilton Hotel in DC on a business
trip. I told a non vet friend of mine that I was going to go visit the Vietnam Veterans Memorial and would be back by midnight.
This was about 22:00 hours.
I thought it would be like going to see the Washington Monument or something.
I didn't expect what happened after that and I can't explain it... really.
I jumped in a cab and headed down to The Wall. As I got out of the cab I
noticed that it was really hot and steamy. Just like Vietnam, I thought. I noticed some booths where the POW issue was
being promoted, but chose to walk directly down a ramp to The Wall, avoiding the booths. It was very quiet.
As I started walking towards The Wall, I couldn't see it in view yet, it
seemed that my steps were getting heavier and heavier. I felt really strange, like I was on something, but I was completely
I rounded the corner and it all came into view. Suddenly and very unexpectedly,
I lost my breath as tears came pouring down my face. All I could think of was "There's my boys, there's my boys ... there
As I walked deeper into The Wall, things progressed. I could not stop from
crying, I felt happy and sad, all at the same time. I felt that THEY were there and that I could feel them and that
they were welcoming me there. I could feel a feeling, a feeling that words can't describe, a feeling, maybe more of a state
of mind, which I had not felt since my days in Vietnam. Yes, I could feel Vietnam, I once again could really feel like I was
back in Vietnam and I was glad to be there. I had forgotten what It felt like... Vietnam was all around me, flowing through
I felt that I could not leave and really didn't want to. I stayed, that first
night, until 04:30 hours. I just wondered around The Wall, back and forth. I could hear a sound, a sort of music in my mind,
a clatter of some kind, a racing, pacing, sort of thing. A hot LZ sound? Maybe. It was like they all showed up at once ...
the ghosts ... the ghosts of the Vietnam War.
I couldn't believe how many visitors that were there at 03:00. People just
kept coming and coming, walking in silence. Yet, I knew that I could feel a sense of belonging, a sense duty. I could really
feel them all very ... very strongly. They are spirits joined to each other and to each and every one of us.
I began to think that I had snapped, gone over the edge ... finally. I wondered
if I would be OK. Just then another vet approached me. He was wearing jungle fatigues and a Green Beret, "This your first
visit, huh?" I mumbled, "It shows, does it?" He said, "Yeah, but you'll be OK."
I told him how I thought that I could feel them all, could hear them in my
mind trying to communicate. He told of how so many, many come there for that very reason. That somewhere between 22:00
and 24:00 hours that they all come screaming in and then disappear around dawn... just like Vietnam. He said
mostly every Viet Vet feels the same thing, but only in the night.
I asked why they were there, why did they show up? He looked me in the eye
and said softly and very slowly, "Because... they... have nowhere... else to go."
I stared down at The Wall... a chill ran down my back that sent goose bumps
all over my body. I was numb. More tears. I wanted to stop crying and could not. When I looked up, the Green Beret had vanished...
nowhere in sight. It was like he jumped in a tunnel. Gone. Di Di. Het Roi.
Sure enough, as dawn approached all of these feeling evaporated as surely
as the dew leaves the grass surrounding the memorial. I felt normal again and headed back to the hotel. In the hotel I wondered
if I had imagined all of this.
My whole stay in Washington turned into a non-stop pilgrimage to the memorial.
That's all I wanted to do... hang at The Wall. I looked up every vet I knew whose name was on The Wall. Found one I didn't
know about until that day.
During the day it was like any other attraction in Washington except, heavier
traffic than anything else. Even saw the Soviet Army come by. I noticed that one point of THE WALL, pointed directly at Capital
Hill... there they are... The Masters of War themselves. Those who sold us all out as the blood ran out of our bodies and
was buried in the mud. Even Jesus would never forgive what they’ve done.
But at night, whew, I would sit and wait for them to show up... and they
always did. It would start as a trickle... then turn into a monsoon rush. The air changed and all the feelings came pouring
out. They were there... they were there for us all.
I took pictures during both day visits and one night visit. During the night
visit, I felt it not right, not appropriate, to be taking pictures, but I did anyway. When I got the film back, the night
roll was all blank. I'm a good photographer and have never had this happen before or since. You figure it out.
I'm a fairly stable guy, family, kids and a good life. I'm not one to be
drawn into such things. I don't know what happened down there and I am still always thinking about going back. I know that
I belong there.
If there is any vet that has not made the journey to The Wall, you really
should, you owe it to yourself. They want you there. It is all that they have. Go seek it out... but go at night... spend
a night there awake... just like you did in Nam. If you really spend a night with them... if you do that... then you'll believe
everything that I have written here.
Mark Cuddy, 9th Infantry Division, Mekong Delta
1968 - 1969
Playing Tag With Ground Fire
20TH Tactical Air Support Squadron
Unit Shoulder Patch
FACs (forward air controllers) in Vietnam flew low and slow, searching for signs of an elusive enemy. Often they trolled
themselves as bait for the NVA troops to try to shoot down.
When a friendly unit made contact, having a FAC overhead made their day, because the FACs controlled the bomb-, rocket-,
and napalm-laden fast movers, fighter jets, and attack aircraft whose ordnance often made the difference between life and
They were regarded by many of their air force and naval aviator brethren as insane, suicidal, or both. In addition to
the perils of enemy fire which ranged from lucky AK-47 shots to .51 caliber machine guns and SA-7 shoulder-fired surface-to-air
missiles, they had to watch out to keep from being blown up in a B-52 Arc-Light strike or knocked down by friendly artillery.
O1-E On The Top O2-A On The Bottom
Both Flown by the 20TH TASS
Da Nang AB, RVN
COVEY FAC MISSION
The mission of the Covey FACs (Forward Air Controllers)from Danang was
to provide 24 hour coverage of the eastern part of the Tigerhound area; to include the southern portion of North Vietnam
from Dong Hoi south to the DMZ.
To interdict enemy supply routes from eastern Laos into the RSVN;
to support U.S. Army Special Forces Operations (Prairie Fire); and to conduct visual reconnaissance of their Area of Operations
(AO) for intelligence purposes.
In the fall of 1968, Covey Facs ceased their operations over the
southern part of North Vietnam. In early 1973, as the war de-escalated, and prior to their de-activation, Covey
Facs ceased their out-of-country operations and flew missions in support of in-country operations.
The mission of the Tigerhound Pleiku Detachment Covey Facs was to provide
continuous coverage of the southern part of the Tigerhound area; to interdict enemy supply routes leading from southern
Laos into the RSVN; to support the U.S. Army Special Forces Operations; and to conduct active reconnaissance of their
assigned area for intelligence purposes.
In July of 1968, the mission of the Pleiku Covey Facs was increased
to encompass a 30 mile span of Route 165 extending northwest of Chavane.
In June of 1970, the northern third of Cambodia was added to the
Pleiku Covey's Area of Operations. To accomplish this mission, air assets were increased by eight aircraft and ten pilots.
SOME USEFUL DEFINITIONS:
To clear up some confusion with regards to the use of terms to designate
specific AOs, Steel Tiger, Barrel Roll, and Tigerhound were names applied to "Route Packs" in Laos; target areas comparable
to Route Packs 1 through V1-A and B in North Vietnam.
Tally-Ho referenced target areas in the DMZ area.
BARREL ROLL: The area of operations along the Laotian border
with North Vietnam. US interdiction and close air support operations, mainly out of Thailand, began at the end of 1964.
STEEL TIGER: The area of operations south of Barrel Roll.
Air Force and Navy units began operations to interdict the logistic network in April 1965.
TIGERHOUND: The area of operations in southeastern Laos,
south of Steel Tiger. Operations in this AO began at the end of 1965
TALLY-HO: USAF and US Marines joint area of operations between
the DMZ and the area 30 miles northward in Route Package 1.
Slow-moving FAC coverage was limited to the more mountainous western region
of the AO. Fast-movers covered the eastern plains area. Operations begain 20 July 66.
ROLLING THUNDER: Code name identifies the conduct of Air Operations
against North Vietnam. (1965-1968).