America, America may God thy gold refine 'Til all success be nobleness And every gain divined
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://www.avweb.com/insider/veterans-day-2020-infinite-remembrance
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://www.avweb.com/insider/veterans-day-2020-infinite-remembrance
Amen
A/1/16 1965-1966 Ben Cat-Lai Khe.
Thank you Paul and welcome home!
Beautifully said, Paul. My porchlight is blue for the dedicated Covid workers and I’ll proudly hang the flag tomorrow in honor of my fellow veterans and their families who served to refine America’s gold as best they could.
I’m not an American, but these sentiments of noble selflessness are universal and touch us all. Thanks you, Paul.
As a C-124 loadmaster back in the day, we as a crew flew many missions carrying new Huey’s from KGRK Fort Hood TX to Nha Trang, with a return trip carrying parts and pieces of battle damaged Huey’s back to KNGP NAS Corpus. Vivid are the memories of the sounds and smells of those missions. Thank you for the great article Paul.
Well said, Paul. As usual.
We few, we happy few…
Damn Bertorelli - Vietnam? I had no idea you were that OLD ! I got transferred out of a unit flying OH-6s to unit flying Hueys. I hated the Huey - it was like going to pickup truck after having been in a sports car.
Whenever people thank me for my service I tell them not to - I got paid to attend the finest rotary wing flight school in the world - my motivations were purely mercenary !
Well writ, as always. Thank you, Paul
Great post
was medevacked in a Huey in 1969 in Central Highlands and flew Cobras out of Vinh Long in 71-72.
To this day the sound of a Huey is music to my ears.
Paul, good story well written. I happen to have a fair amount of off the record Huey time, I was AF and flew with the Army some in Europe, way back when. The Huey saved a lot of folks and had a very unique sound, as you well wrote. I would also offer that another bygone aircraft had a unique sound that also saved a lot of people and provided that USAF around the globe medivac capability, the C-141 A/B. I did have a bit over 6600 hours in the Starlifter and flew numerous normal (scheduled) airevacs and several emergency flights. In 1975, prior to the fall of Saigon, my crew an I were at Clark AB in the Philippines and had just done a Saigon turn-around. Short day, easy flying. Inbound to Clark the Command Post asked us to take the first leg of an emergency airevac to Guam. Of course we immediately said sure. To make a long story short, that airevac ended up in Andrews AFB MD with us still in the seats. Some where around a 40 hour crew day for our basic crew. Not legal by any standard but the word we got a couple of months later was that both patients lived. Definitely a worthwhile day for us. The rapid change capability and the long range of the -141 made such tales common place and is reflected today in the USAF medivac system that does so much good. The C-141 had a unique sound when those 4 TF-33’s (JT-3D) spooled up and hauled that wonderful girl off the ground. That sound was often referred to as the “Sound of Freedom” and it can still be heard today but only if you Google it.
Parents, got to honor them as well. My mother was a school teacher, always insisting to do the right thing, follow rules. So, when I got my orders to Vietnam, I went home on leave and mentioned it. After a pause, my righteous mother looked at me and said, “well, there is always Mexico or Canada”. I was stunned, she could not be serious I thought. But she was. Thirtyseven years later, my son was in the USMC, with six months to go at the start of the Iraq war. I understood her then.
Oh how I will forever recall that “whop-whop-whop” sound those many years ago in the Central Highlands of SVN! In the II Corps Mike Force, it sometimes meant a resupply of food and ammo, or a medivac for a fellow soldier, or perhaps close air support, or once a month - a ride back to base for a hot shower, fresh food and a cold beer! And after a year and a half, it meant a ride to our HQ with my duffle bag and a different ride home to the USA…
Thank you Mr. Bertorelli. This is the best Veteran’s Day article I may ever read. Through tears. I was in Chu Lai during the rocket attack in which Army nurse Sharon Ann Lane was killed.
After a couple thousand hours in the Huey, much of it in Vietnam, I have come to realize how fortunate I was to have done all that flying and served all those on the ground. Yes, many times I saw those upturned faces and trusted that Lycoming turbine. It was mostly flying ash and trash, with a few combat assaults a week. However my buddies and I often made many hasty medevacs in the field to get wounded out quickly. The Huey was no sports car, but made an outstanding air ambulance. That was its original design purpose, back in the fifties.
Finally, go to you tube for the immortal sound of those blades and what it meant to all of us: “joe galloway god’s own lunatics”
Paul
Thanks for mentioning the nurses who may have had one of the toughest jobs–dealing with the results of war and taking care of many young men. In an evacuation hospital, most of the soldiers had wounds and some of which were very severe. I recall laying in one waiting for my turn to be shipped to Japan. The nurses provided constant care and worked hard to treat and console those with serious injuries. I cannot imagine the courage it took to go to work every day knowing that is what you would have to face on many days. It could also be dangerous if there was a rocket or mortar attack on the hospital; the nurses stayed and took care of the patients when this happened irrespective of the danger they faced.
NOT to single out any ONE - but for the youngsters who don’t know - what it could be like at the sharp end getting them out and to the nurses:
Rank and organization: Chief Warrant Officer, U.S. Army, 82d Medical Detachment, 45th Medical Company, 68th Medical Group.
Place and date: Kien Tuong Province, Republic of Vietnam, October 2, 1969. Entered service at: Kenner, La. Born: September 3, 1922, Etna, Pa.
Medal of Honor Citation:
For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. CWO Novosel, 82d Medical Detachment, distinguished himself while serving as commander of a medical evacuation helicopter. He unhesitatingly maneuvered his helicopter into a heavily fortified and defended enemy training area where a group of wounded Vietnamese soldiers were pinned down by a large enemy force. Flying without gunship or other cover and exposed to intense machinegun fire, CWO Novosel was able to locate and rescue a wounded soldier. Since all communications with the beleaguered troops had been lost, he repeatedly circled the battle area, flying at low level under continuous heavy fire, to attract the attention of the scattered friendly troops. This display of courage visibly raised their morale, as they recognized this as a signal to assemble for evacuation. On 6 occasions he and his crew were forced out of the battle area by the intense enemy fire, only to circle and return from another direction to land and extract additional troops. Near the end of the mission, a wounded soldier was spotted close to an enemy bunker. Fully realizing that he would attract a hail of enemy fire, CWO Novosel nevertheless attempted the extraction by hovering the helicopter backward. As the man was pulled on aboard, enemy automatic weapons opened fire at close range, damaged the aircraft and wounded CWO Novosel. He momentarily lost control of the aircraft, but quickly recovered and departed under the withering enemy fire. In all, 15 extremely hazardous extractions were performed in order to remove wounded personnel. As a direct result of his selfless conduct, the lives of 29 soldiers were saved. The extraordinary heroism displayed by CWO Novosel was an inspiration to his comrades in arms and reflect great credit on him, his unit, and the U.S. Army.
From one vet to another Paul, thank you for your thoughts on Veteran’s Day. I have received a few Happy Veteran’s Day greetings on FB. I don’t know that it is " Happy" day but I accept the thought behind it.
The percentage of population who are vets has been steadily dropping, now down to 7% of the US population. 93% of the US does not know the camaraderie, teamwork, and discipline that we have gained from our service through our service. In the coming years more, not less, of the US population will not have had those benefits nor experienced the risks that came from US military service. With those dynamics, I have concluded that trend is not good for our nation.
I hate war, have kids who have also volunteered, and worried like all parents about the safety and preservation of our “veteran” kids. I’ve been lucky, both me and my kids who have also served did not give the ultimate sacrifice. Nonetheless, none of us are the same after our military service has ended. Your story validates that.
I am thankful for your service, as well as, to all my veteran brethren, their service. Likewise, to those who serve in other battlegrounds such as Covid care, police/firefighters, and the millions of volunteers who serve local and rural communities as emergency first responders. A salute of respect to all who have earned the creds to be called veterans.
Beguiled aviation buffs, bend your deaf ears.
In Vietnam, the sound of a helicopter usually
meant death—-swift, sinister, yet anything but
silent. While over 58,000 American servicemen
died fighting in Vietnam, more than 2.1 million
Vietnamese died on native soil. That’s a ratio
of 35:1. Proportional to respective populaces,
1959-75, the difference is astronomical (171:1).
If the war occurred here, we would have lost
almost 10 million people (today, 16.4 million).
Yet Americans rarely think about that, or face
the fact that the war was not only immoral but
genocidal—as were the “incursions” into Laos,
Cambodia, and all of the undeclared wars fought
since then, not for liberty but for pecuniary gain.
You want helicopter music? Stockhausen is too
cerebral, and wastes far too much precious fuel.
Try Wagner–it worked for Francis Ford Coppola.
Poetry? Forget “America the Beautiful.” Read
Yusef Komunyakaa, “Dien Cai Dau” (Wesleyan U.
Press, 1988), a first-person account in verse by
a U.S. soldier who endured endless horrors in
Southeast Asia, and lived to tell the cautionary
tale, blades and all (pp. 26, 31, 47, 49, 51).
The title means “crazy in the head,” which fits
the mentality of armed conflict, and those who
profit from it at the expense of those who risk
their lives to make the world safe for oligarchy.
The whir of a helicopter is more ominous than
the screech of a Soviet missile striking a U-2
spy plane, or so Francis Gary Powers must have
felt taking a last breath amid the smog of death.
The evil that genius does still haunts its shades.
What would Leonardo make of Igor Sikorsky, or
any of his successors? What started out as an
egg beater with rotary blades (ornithopter sketch,
1485) became a way to make omelets by breaking
heads, only to send medevac units to gather the
human shells and transport them to their graves.
What’s next? Veterans Day should be a national
rite of atonement, not of mutual back-slapping;
a day devoted to remembrance of sins past, not
bloated with sentiment and nostalgic worship of
technological idols. Stop applauding America and
start demystifying it, before it’s too late for tears.
The false choppers you rescue may be your own.
Heavy!
Bravely said. Inconveniently true.