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2/<strong>503d</strong> <strong>Vietnam</strong><br />
Newsletter<br />
For the men, and their families, of the 2nd Battalion, 173d Airborne Brigade (Sep) ~ We Try Harder!<br />
Contact: rto173d@cfl.rr.com See all issues: http://www.firebase319.org/2bat/news.php May 2010 ~ Issue 15<br />
~ 2/<strong>503d</strong> Photo of the Month ~<br />
No DEROS Alpha trooper, RTO Don Anderson, catching some zzz’s in August 1966.<br />
So, you wanna be a paratrooper, huh?<br />
Note the poncho liner in the upper right of the photo. Looks kinda like Charlie. Photo by Col. Robert Guy, 2/<strong>503d</strong><br />
2/<strong>503d</strong> VIETNAM Newsletter / May 2010 - Issue 15<br />
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Agent Orange Retro<br />
Claims Allowed<br />
Tom Philpott<br />
Military Update<br />
New Agent Orange Rule to Allow<br />
Retro Claims by 86,000<br />
About 86,000 <strong>Vietnam</strong> War veterans, their surviving<br />
spouses or estates will be eligible for retroactive<br />
disability compensation from the Department of<br />
Veterans Affairs -- an average of 11.4 years for veterans<br />
and 9.6 years for survivors -- under a draft VA rule to<br />
expand by three the number of diseases presumed caused<br />
by herbicide exposure in the war.<br />
The 86,000 are beneficiaries who can reopen previously<br />
denied claims for these conditions: ischemic heart<br />
disease, Parkinson's disease and chronic B-cell blood<br />
cancers including hairy cell leukemia. But another<br />
29,000 claims are expected to be approved this year for<br />
<strong>Vietnam</strong> veterans suffering from these diseases but<br />
applying for benefits for the first time.<br />
The projected cost of this dramatic expansion of claims<br />
linked to Agent Orange and other defoliants deployed<br />
four decades ago is $13.6 billion this fiscal year and<br />
$42.2 billion over 10 years. VA plans to hire 1772 new<br />
claims processors, starting this October, to be able to<br />
handle these claims "without significantly degrading the<br />
processing of the non-presumptive workload.”<br />
In the proposed rule published March 25 in the Federal<br />
Register, VA officials explained that Secretary Eric<br />
Shinseki has cut the usual 60-day public comment period<br />
by half "to promote rapid action” on these claims.<br />
When a final rule is published, soon after April 26, VA<br />
claim offices across the country can begin making<br />
payments. Veterans with these diseases will need to<br />
show they set foot in <strong>Vietnam</strong> during the war. Those<br />
who served aboard ship just off the coast remain<br />
ineligible.<br />
John Maki, assistant national service director for<br />
Disabled American Veterans, said DAV was glad to see<br />
the comment period cut to 30 days. Otherwise, the draft<br />
regulation contains no surprises. "It basically is going to<br />
take those three conditions and just add them to<br />
disabilities already listed as presumptive diseases for<br />
Agent Orange,” Maki said.<br />
One surprise still might be the thoroughness of the draft<br />
rule's analysis of the beneficiary populations and the<br />
costs facing the department from this wave of claims for<br />
both retroactive payments and new benefits. Adding<br />
ischemic heart disease to the list of presumptive Agent<br />
Orange illnesses is by far the most significant part of the<br />
new rule, accounting for 82 percent of additional<br />
expected payments to beneficiaries.<br />
The rule defines ischemic health disease as a condition<br />
causing inadequate supply of blood and oxygen to the<br />
myocardium, the middle and thickest layer of the heart<br />
wall. "IHD" can include, but is not limited to, acute,<br />
subacute and old myocardial infarction; atherosclerotic<br />
cardiovascular disease including coronary artery disease<br />
(or spasm) and coronary bypass surgery, and stable,<br />
unstable and Prinzmetal’s angina.<br />
Because IHD is a heart disease it "does not include<br />
hypertension or peripheral manifestations of<br />
arteriosclerosis such as peripheral vascular disease<br />
or stroke,” the draft regulation explains.<br />
Of 86,000 beneficiaries eligible for retroactive claims,<br />
VA estimates that nearly 70,000 of them are living<br />
<strong>Vietnam</strong> veterans, their average age now 63. Of those,<br />
62,200 previously were denied compensation for IHD,<br />
5400 were denied for B-cell leukemia and 2300 for<br />
Parkinson’s disease.<br />
About 53,000 who previously filed claims for these<br />
diseases already are receiving VA compensation for<br />
other service-related diseases. Of those, roughly 8350<br />
are rated 100-percent disabled and therefore might not<br />
be eligible for retroactive pay.<br />
VA assumes that veterans with Parkinson's disease or for<br />
B-cell leukemia will be awarded a 100-percent disability<br />
ratings. The average rating for ischemic heart diseases is<br />
expected to be 60 percent.<br />
In calculating VA costs from this change, VA assumes<br />
that 80 percent of the eligible population will apply for<br />
benefits and 100 percent of those who do will be<br />
approved. But eligible vets and suvivors must file<br />
claims to get paid; nothing will happen automatically.<br />
To file claims online visit:<br />
http://vabenefits.vba.va.gov/vonapp/main.asp. Veterans<br />
without a computer can call a toll-free helpline at 1-800-<br />
749-8387. (continued....)<br />
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VA maintains a directory of veterans' service<br />
organizations with trained staff to help in filing claims.<br />
The website: http://www1.va.gov/vso/. Many state,<br />
county and local governments also have personnel to<br />
help. Find information on these agencies at:<br />
http://www.va.gov/statedva.htm.<br />
VA also expects many inelgible veterans to file claims.<br />
They will be found ineligible because they can't show<br />
they ever set foot in <strong>Vietnam</strong> though they suffer from<br />
one of the qualifying diseases. Many claims will be<br />
filed by veterans with hyptertension but those will be<br />
rejected because that condition is not a "heart disease"<br />
under the VA draft regulation.<br />
In total, VA expects claims volume from presumptive<br />
Agent Orange diseases to hit 159,000 this year and to<br />
exceed 270,000 by fiscal 2019.<br />
Maki noted that entitlement to benefits only occurs with<br />
final publication of the regulation. Retroactive payments<br />
usually will be made back to the date a claim was filed<br />
for a presumptive disease.<br />
"It is possible, since this is a librealized law, that<br />
somebody may be able to get the retroactive date<br />
[moved back] to one year prior to the effective date in<br />
the regulation, if they can show they had the claimed<br />
condition prior to that year," Maki said.<br />
The growing list of Agent Orange diseases stems of a<br />
court case, Nehmer v. Department of Veterans Affairs,<br />
filed in 1986. The class action lawsuit won by veterans,<br />
and reinforced by legislation, requires VA to direct the<br />
National Academy of Sciences to report every two years<br />
on any positive association between new diseases and<br />
exposure to herbicides in <strong>Vietnam</strong>.<br />
In 2007, the Bush administration went to court to<br />
challenge the legal need for NAS studies on presumptive<br />
AO diseases to continue. It lost. The NAS reports are to<br />
continue through Oct. 1, 2014, with the possility that<br />
more diseases will be found to have an assocition with<br />
herbicide exposure.<br />
To comment, e-mail milupdate@aol.com, write to<br />
Military Update, P.O. Box 231111, Centreville, VA,<br />
20120-1111 or visit: www.militaryupdate.com.<br />
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Note: I strongly urge you NOT to file your claim online<br />
or without representation by the DAV or other<br />
non-VA veteran’s organization. Ed<br />
~ EARLY DAYS AT CAMP ZINN ~<br />
The Mess Hall was outdoors under the trees and the<br />
tables we ate from were long pieces of PSP (Perforated<br />
Steel Plating used for building temporary landing strips),<br />
supported between two trees. We ate while standing<br />
with our mess-kits resting on the PSP. Next to the mess<br />
area stood a large General Purpose tent used to house the<br />
kitchen. The chow line ran past the rolled up side of the<br />
tent where the KP’s served the meals. After eating, we<br />
cleaned our mess kits and utensils in three large, shiny<br />
metal garbage cans. One was filled with boiling soapy<br />
water and the other two were filled with boiling rinse<br />
water. All were heated by diesel-fired portable heaters<br />
each complete with it’s own smoke stack. Occasionally<br />
the heater would take in too much fuel and a little<br />
internal explosion would occur which would cause the<br />
smokestack to emit a puff of black smoke.<br />
I was leaning against one of the PSP “tables” eating my<br />
noon meal when I heard a Huey helicopter in the<br />
distance heading in our direction. I thought “This is<br />
great; it’s going to fly right over us!” I would get a<br />
good view of it!<br />
As the chopper passed directly overhead and I’m<br />
standing there admiring it and looking the door gunner<br />
right in the face, the field stove belched out a big, black<br />
puff of smoke.<br />
The door gunner in the helicopter must have had a<br />
healthy sense of self preservation because he<br />
immediately swung his M-60 machine gun around and<br />
opened fire on the smoke – and us.<br />
Suddenly, neat little shafts of sunlight shot through the<br />
walls of the G.P. tent as bullets passed through the<br />
canvas and small geysers of dirt and leaves fluffed up<br />
around our feet.<br />
Maybe twenty rounds were fired before the gunner<br />
realized that we were friendly troops. It was over in an<br />
instant and miraculously only our feelings were hurt.<br />
This I copied from the movie The Four Feathers:<br />
“… those who have traveled far, to fight in<br />
foreign lands, know that the soldier's greatest<br />
comfort is to have his friends close at hand. In<br />
the heat of battle it ceases to be an idea for<br />
which we fight, or a flag. Rather we fight for the<br />
man on our left, and we fight for the man on our<br />
right. And when armies are scattered and the<br />
empires fall away, all that remains is the<br />
memory of those precious moments that we<br />
spent side by side.”<br />
Jim Bethea<br />
HHC, 2/<strong>503d</strong>, ‘65/’66<br />
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CHAPLAIN’S<br />
CORNER<br />
STARTING OVER:<br />
GETTING A FRESH<br />
CHANCE AT LIFE<br />
Dr. Ronald Reese Smith<br />
1LT, FO, B/2/<strong>503d</strong>, 3/319 th<br />
ronaldreesesmith@gmail.com<br />
When I was in the eighth grade, about to graduate from<br />
junior high school to high school, Mr. Taylor, our<br />
Assistant Principal, gave our whole class a speech. He<br />
said we were each going to arrive in high school the next<br />
Fall with a record wiped clean. None of the old<br />
teacher’s remarks which had accumulated in our files<br />
would go with us to “tip off” our new teachers. “If you<br />
want to be a totally new people next year,” he said, “you<br />
can.” And then he turned to a big brawny blondeheaded<br />
kid in our class and said, “That includes you too,<br />
Stanley.”<br />
Stanley was our class "Charlie Brown." He was always<br />
in trouble for something – smarting off, fighting,<br />
sneaking a smoke behind the music room; always<br />
something! To the teachers and parents alike, Stanley<br />
was the kind of person most likely NOT to succeed –<br />
most likely to head for trouble -- a dubious honor.<br />
We knew that if there were trouble, Stanley would get<br />
blamed. It never occurred to us that all that could<br />
instantly change. It never occurred to us that no one<br />
would know the “old Stanley!”<br />
It wasn’t long into the new Fall until Stanley obviously<br />
failed again. He was sent to the principal’s office at the<br />
high school. That was an event that was to be repeated<br />
dozens, maybe hundreds of times, during the next four<br />
years. The fresh start had not worked – at least not for<br />
Stanley.<br />
You know – somehow I doubt that Stanley truly got a<br />
fresh start. Oh, his records were erased, but it wasn’t<br />
forgotten. That track record was carved into every<br />
cerebral body cavity of the student body. All the rest of<br />
us knew what to expect from Stanley, even if the new<br />
teachers did not. A fresh start would have to erase not<br />
only the official record, but all those built-up<br />
expectations of trouble that existed in the minds of<br />
Stanley and his friends. Without that, Stanley didn’t<br />
stand a chance.<br />
Wouldn’t it have been wonderful if Stanley’s record<br />
could have been erased and forgotten? When Jesus<br />
Christ died on Calvary’s cross, the burden of our sin was<br />
taken off of us and placed on Jesus.<br />
When we come and acknowledge<br />
our sin before God, when we call<br />
sin what He calls sin, when we<br />
confess our sin and ask God to<br />
forgive us of our sin – He does so!<br />
And in that forgiveness, He chooses<br />
not to remember it again. That does<br />
not mean that God has some kind of cosmic dementia or<br />
Alzheimers. It’s not that God cannot remember, it is that<br />
God chooses not to remember. When God forgives us,<br />
He does not expect it to be brought up again. Our next<br />
sin will be treated like our very first. In Jesus Christ we<br />
truly get a fresh start. In Jesus Christ, God gives us<br />
another chance.<br />
On New Year’s Day, 1929, Georgia Tech played the<br />
University of California in the Rose Bowl. In that game<br />
a man named Roy Reigals recovered a fumble for<br />
California. Somehow, he became confused and<br />
disoriented and started running 65 yards – in the wrong<br />
direction. One of his teammates, Benny Low,<br />
outdistanced him and downed him, just before he scored<br />
for the other team. When California attempted to punt,<br />
Georgia Tech blocked the kick, and scored a safety, the<br />
ultimate margin of victory.<br />
That strange play came in the first half. Everyone who<br />
was watching the game was asking the same question:<br />
“What will Coach Nibbs Price do with Roy Reigals in<br />
the second half?”<br />
The men filed off the field and went into the dressing<br />
room. They sat down on the benches and on the floor –<br />
all but Roy Reigals. Roy put his blanket around his<br />
shoulders, sat down in a corner, put his face in his hands<br />
and cried like a baby.<br />
If you’ve ever played football, you know that a coach<br />
usually has a great deal to say to the team during the<br />
half-time. That day, Coach Price was quiet. No doubt<br />
he was trying to decide what to do with Roy Reigals.<br />
Then, the timekeeper came in and announced that there<br />
were three minutes before playing time. Coach Price<br />
looked at the team and simply said: “Men, the same<br />
team that played the first half, will start the second.”<br />
The players got up and started out – all but Roy<br />
Reigals. He did not budge. The coach looked back and<br />
called to him again; still he did not move. Nibbs Price<br />
walked over to where Roy Reigals sat and said, “Roy,<br />
didn’t you hear me? The same team that played the first<br />
half will start the second.”<br />
(continued....)<br />
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Then, Roy Reigals looked up and his cheeks were wet<br />
with a strong man’s tears. “Coach,” he said, “I can’t do<br />
it. I’ve ruined you; I’ve ruined the University of<br />
California; I’ve ruined myself. I couldn’t go and face<br />
that crowd in that stadium to save my life.”<br />
Then Nibbs Price reached out and put his hand on Roy<br />
Reigals’ shoulder and said to him, “Roy, get up and go<br />
on back; the game is only half over.”<br />
Roy Reigals went back and those Georgia Tech men will<br />
tell you they have never seen anyone play football as<br />
Roy Reigals did the second half of that game.<br />
When I read that story, deep inside, I said, “What a<br />
coach!” And when I read the words of our Lord Jesus<br />
Christ, from that Roman execution rack outside of<br />
Jerusalem’s wall, "Father, forgive them for they do not<br />
know what they are doing," I say, “What a God! What a<br />
Savior.”<br />
You and I take the ball of life and run in the wrong<br />
direction; we stumble and fall and we are so ashamed of<br />
ourselves that we never want to try again. Then God<br />
comes and bends over us in the person of His Son, and<br />
says to us: “Get up, go on back, the game is only half<br />
over.”<br />
“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they<br />
are doing.” That is the gospel of grace. That is the<br />
gospel of the second chance, and the third chance, and<br />
the five hundredth chance – as we need it.<br />
Whatever it is that burdens you and troubles you, know<br />
that there is nothing that you or I have ever done, or ever<br />
will do, that will separate us from the love of God in<br />
Jesus Christ. None of us have ever done anything so bad<br />
that we cannot come to God. And there are none of us,<br />
no matter how high and lofty our service, that do not<br />
need to come to God.<br />
Marcus Aurelius, the great Roman emperor and strong<br />
saint, used to say to himself every morning: “Today you<br />
will meet all kinds of unpleasant people; they will hurt<br />
you and injure you and insult you. But, you cannot live<br />
like that; you know better, for you are men in whom the<br />
Spirit of God dwells.”<br />
Again, this is the gospel of grace. God gives us a new,<br />
fresh start, a new beginning, every day, every moment<br />
when we agree with Him and call sin what he calls sin.<br />
And because of that, we are forgiven. And because of<br />
that, we have a second chance. Do you need a fresh<br />
start? God is in the business of new beginnings and He<br />
will give one, everytime you ask Him!<br />
El Tee Ron<br />
1LT, FO, B/2/<strong>503d</strong>, 3/319 th<br />
"Gone too Soon"<br />
Mr. Ronald Allen Tucker,<br />
passed away on April 4, 2010<br />
of an apparent heart attack in<br />
Tallahassee, Florida.<br />
"Ronnie," formerly of<br />
Pittsburgh, PA, was a<br />
<strong>Vietnam</strong> War veteran and a<br />
member of the 173rd<br />
Airborne Brigade. He<br />
served from 1965-1967.<br />
During his service he received two Overseas Service<br />
Bars, Parachutist Badge, <strong>Vietnam</strong> Service Medal,<br />
National Defense Service Medal, Combat Infantryman's<br />
Badge, Purple Heart, <strong>Vietnam</strong>ese Campaign Medal<br />
w/Device, Marksman's Badge (Rifle M-14), and a<br />
Bronze Star appurtenant to Parachutist Badge.<br />
He was a retired Lieutenant from the State of<br />
Pennsylvania, Department of Corrections. As a retiree,<br />
he was an avid fisherman and traveler. He loved tennis<br />
and was fortunate enough to have attended two US Open<br />
Tennis Tournaments.<br />
At the time of his death, Ronnie was living in<br />
Tallahassee with his wife, Debi Tucker and his<br />
grandchildren Kevin & Alyssa who adored and loved<br />
him deeply.<br />
Ronnie, rest in peace. Airborne brother.<br />
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Assistant to the Battalion Surgeon<br />
My name is Donald W. Stanek and I was an<br />
assistant to the battalion surgeon 2/<strong>503d</strong> in 1966-1967,<br />
with the 173d Airborne Brigade. I was honored to serve<br />
with Father Watters (Medal of Honor recipient) who<br />
lost his life in his 3 rd or 4 th extended tour in Nam. He<br />
told me he would continue to extend his tour because he<br />
felt his place was with his men. Somehow, I had the<br />
feeling he was going to be there until the end.<br />
Col. Sigholtz and Lt. Col. Partain were the ranking<br />
officers I served with during my tour of duty, both of<br />
whom I felt honored to serve with.<br />
The first casualty I observed was a 19 year old black<br />
soldier shot through the neck by a sniper, the only<br />
casualty in our company as we prepared to make camp<br />
for the night; because night time belonged to “Charlie.”<br />
At the time I thought to myself perhaps his mom back<br />
home was writing him a letter, or baking him some<br />
cookies, and only we knew that for him life was over!!!<br />
Having never been in combat before I didn’t know<br />
what shrapnel really was until I got hit across the chest<br />
with a piece. It drew blood (just a scratch – lucky me),<br />
and one of the medics said he could put me in for a<br />
Purple Heart, but I told him, “Hell no you won’t!”,<br />
because guys lost arms and legs and their lives for the<br />
Purple Heart and they were the men who deserved it!<br />
Sometime later I was awarded the Commendation<br />
Medal with “V” device (for valor) for going into a<br />
booby-trapped area and rescuing several wounded<br />
troops, one of which required a tracheotomy which I<br />
assisted the battalion surgeon with. Later I was told that<br />
the area was full of booby-traps and that we could have<br />
been killed getting the wounded soldiers out of the area.<br />
I believe my reply was something like, “I’m glad I<br />
didn’t know that!!!”<br />
The first Viet Cong prisoner we took was hiding in an<br />
underground bunker and was wounded and paralyzed on<br />
his left side from a head wound. I noticed his weapon, a<br />
Russian made SKS, which I disassembled and sent back<br />
to the states. I’ve kept it as a souvenir and until today<br />
still have it (Tay Ninh, <strong>Vietnam</strong> 1966).<br />
About two years ago I met another <strong>Vietnam</strong> vet from<br />
the 1/<strong>503d</strong>, a medic by the name of Doc Hutcheson,<br />
who was also there in 1966 and 1967. He is currently<br />
living in Florida about 18 miles from where I currently<br />
reside.<br />
My job was Assistant to the Battalion Surgeon and I<br />
rotated from A, B and C Companies to Recon when I<br />
replaced a lost medic until we got a replacement. Later,<br />
in 1967, I was promoted out of my MOS (73506) to the<br />
Civic Action Team for the last 8 week of my extended<br />
tour of duty (18 months).<br />
Donald W. Stanek<br />
HHC, 2/<strong>503d</strong>, ‘66’67<br />
VFW NATIONAL CONVENTION<br />
VFW’s 111 th National<br />
Convention in Indianapolis<br />
will be held Aug. 21-26. Posts<br />
can support VFW programs by<br />
registering members early for<br />
$10. This fee covers the cost of<br />
a convention packet, available<br />
onsite. Registration forms<br />
were mailed March 1. VFW by-laws call for each Post<br />
to advance-register at least one delegate.<br />
For housing assignments, see the list at www.vfw.org<br />
then 111 th National Convention. Hotels are conveniently<br />
located near the convention center. For more<br />
information contact Vanessa Kane, CMP, CMM,<br />
Manager of VFW Convention & Meetings: (816) 968-<br />
1198, or visit the web site listed above.<br />
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HE WAS OFFERED $1 MILLION FOR<br />
THE FLAG BUT TURNED IT DOWN<br />
(Sent in by Bob Clark, 5 th Special Forces)<br />
In the first inning, on April 25, 1976, during a game<br />
at Dodger Stadium, two protesters, a man and his<br />
11-year-old son, ran into the outfield and tried to set<br />
fire to an American flag they had brought with<br />
them. Rick Monday, then playing with the Cubs,<br />
noticed they had placed the flag on the ground and<br />
were fumbling with matches and lighter fluid; he<br />
then dashed over and grabbed the flag from the<br />
ground to thunderous cheers. He handed the flag to<br />
Los Angeles pitcher Doug Rau, after which the<br />
ballpark police officers arrested the two intruders.<br />
When he came up to bat in the next half-inning, he<br />
got a standing ovation from the crowd and the big<br />
message board behind the left-field bleachers in the<br />
stadium flashed the message, "RICK MONDAY...<br />
YOU MADE A GREAT PLAY..." He later said,<br />
"If you're going to burn the flag, don't do it around<br />
me. I've been to too many veterans' hospitals and<br />
seen too many broken bodies of guys who tried to<br />
protect it." On August 25, 2008, Monday was<br />
presented with an American flag flown over Valley<br />
Forge National Historical Park in honor of his 1976<br />
rescue.<br />
Photo by Jim Roark<br />
At the end of the season, the Cubs traded Monday<br />
to the Dodgers in a five-player deal with two<br />
players (one of whom was Bill Buckner) going to<br />
the Cubs.<br />
At the September 2nd, 2008 Los Angeles Dodgers<br />
game, Rick Monday was presented with a Peace<br />
One Earth medallion by Patricia Kennedy, founder<br />
of the non-profit organization Step Up 4 Vets, for<br />
his actions on April 25, 1976 and his military<br />
service with the Marine Corps.<br />
MORE FROM THE VFW<br />
Emergency Care Now Reimbursable: A<br />
new law enacted Feb. 1 will reimburse<br />
veterans for emergency health care. Public<br />
Law 111-137, the Veterans Emergency Care<br />
Fairness Act of 2009, covers vets enrolled in VA’s<br />
health care system.<br />
The law allows VA to reimburse an enrolled veteran for<br />
the cost of emergency treatment at a non-VA facility if<br />
the veteran has outside insurance that only covers part of<br />
the cost. Previously, VA could reimburse veterans or<br />
pay outside hospitals directly only if a vet had no outside<br />
health insurance.<br />
The law also allows VA to provide retroactive payments<br />
to vets who had such care before the law went into<br />
effect. The Congressional Budget Office estimated the<br />
law will cover some 700 future claims per year and as<br />
many as 2,000 veterans retroactively.<br />
R.H.I.P.<br />
Bn XO/CO LTC Bob Carmichael at<br />
2/<strong>503d</strong> reunion in Cocoa Beach, FL<br />
in 2006.<br />
Damn ossifers get all the good Red Cross packages.<br />
“Hey! RTO! Bring me a drink!”<br />
~ ARCHIVE YOUR HISTORY ~<br />
Those wishing to preserve their <strong>Vietnam</strong> writings,<br />
artifacts, etc., here is the contact web site for Texas Tech<br />
University's <strong>Vietnam</strong> Center and Archive<br />
http://www.vietnam.ttu.edu/donors/materials.htm It's an<br />
interesting site just to visit.<br />
Jim Bethea, HHC, 2/<strong>503d</strong>, ‘65/’66<br />
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SKY<br />
SOLDIERETT’S<br />
CORNER<br />
Boy, the last month has been<br />
hectic. And it seems like it has flown. We need to add<br />
another couple of weeks to the month.<br />
Is everyone signed up for the Memorial Dedication and<br />
Reunion? When we see our significant others try to<br />
reclaim the life they had in <strong>Vietnam</strong>, often what they see<br />
in the mirror isn’t what is really reflected there.<br />
Each year, too, more and more of them have advanced to<br />
Trooper’s Green and laid down their weapons. The<br />
grieving of their lost friends and their lost youth and for<br />
some of them – even their lost lives – starts all over.<br />
This is also a time of year when anniversaries seem to be<br />
abundant in our household. Just as we remember dates<br />
that are significant in our lives, the dates in <strong>Vietnam</strong> are<br />
unforgettable. Because of the events surrounding those<br />
important dates, it taints even happier anniversaries.<br />
God help you if any of your<br />
anniversaries coincides even<br />
approximately with one of his<br />
important dates. And since he was<br />
there for a year – guess what – ALL<br />
of them coincide.<br />
If the veteran did not deal with the<br />
traumatic events of the anniversaries<br />
soon after he returned home, each<br />
year as he remembers the date it<br />
becomes more significant and<br />
important to him. Pretty soon there<br />
are no happy anniversaries in your<br />
life. And the ones that could have<br />
meaning and happiness are<br />
overshadowed by the ones he can’t<br />
forget. Then he starts to forget dates<br />
that are important except for the ones<br />
related to combat.<br />
Added to that is what one psychologist described as the<br />
‘decade effect.’ On or about the ten-year anniversary of<br />
a traumatic event, there is usually a crisis or complete<br />
upheaval in a person’s life that hasn’t dealt with trauma.<br />
Each ten years that passes without dealing with the<br />
trauma, the crisis or upheaval that happens during that<br />
period increases in intensity from the previous ten-year<br />
anniversary. If the trauma is not dealt with by the time<br />
the 40 th anniversary occurs, a major catastrophe usually<br />
occurs. Makes you stop and think about your life and<br />
changes that have occurred and when they have<br />
occurred.<br />
You will have an opportunity at this reunion to get more<br />
understanding of some of these things. Some of you<br />
have the opportunity to take part in group sessions. I<br />
really envy your ability to have someone to share with.<br />
This is my group therapy.<br />
On another note, we have been watching the series “The<br />
Pacific,” on HBO the last few weeks. My father was in<br />
the army as a tank platoon leader supporting the Marines<br />
as they went through the Phoenix, Solomon and<br />
Marshall Islands. This series has really helped me<br />
understand what he went through during the war –<br />
another silent warrior!! I feel we will have the privilege<br />
of a lifetime to get to honor others who served and led<br />
the way for our veterans.<br />
Hang in there. Some days are better than others –<br />
just cherish them – the bad days are just around<br />
the corner again!<br />
Iva Tuttle<br />
Wife of Wayne Tuttle, C/2/<strong>503d</strong><br />
In our April newsletter Iva spoke of a young<br />
girl lying on a grave at Arlington. At the time<br />
neither Iva nor I could find the photo. I don’t<br />
know if this is the specific photo Iva was<br />
speaking of, but, it’s a photo, and a photo<br />
which speaks volumes. Ed<br />
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FRANK GARCIA, A SKY SOLDIER<br />
Thursday, April 1, 2010<br />
Funeral services for Frank Garcia,<br />
65, of Orchard, were held April 3,<br />
2010, at Davis-Greenlawn Funeral<br />
Chapel in Rosenberg, with burial<br />
following at Greenlawn Memorial<br />
Park in Rosenberg. Deacon Albert Yanez officiated at<br />
the services.<br />
Frank was born Jan. 14, 1945, in Alief, and passed away<br />
Tuesday, March 30, 2010, at Oak Bend Medical Center<br />
surrounded by his loving family.<br />
Frank served three tours with the 173d Airborne Brigade<br />
in <strong>Vietnam</strong> before being honorably discharged. He was<br />
very proud of serving his country, and had since been<br />
very involved with the D.A.V. Frank loved<br />
woodworking, raising his goats and steers and spending<br />
time with his family, friends and “Mr. Wellers.”<br />
He is preceded in death by his parents, Frank “Pancho”<br />
Garcia Sr. and Annie Garcia; and brother, Domingo<br />
Garcia.<br />
Frank is survived by his loving and beautiful wife of 36<br />
years, Vicki Garcia; children Ginger Mejia with<br />
husband, Rafael “Gato” Mejia, Cheryl Antu with<br />
husband, Jimmy Antu, Matt “Pape” Ramos with wife,<br />
Bekah Ramos, and Abraham Garcia; brothers Tony<br />
Garcia, Manuel Garcia and Jesse Garcia; sisters Lupe<br />
Garcia, Frances Wofford, Rosie Garcia and Bebe Garcia;<br />
grandchildren Crystal Mejia, Angel Mejia, Aaron Mejia,<br />
Cailee Antu, Julia Antu,<br />
and his “Big Shot”<br />
grandson, Christian<br />
Mejia; and numerous<br />
other family members and<br />
friends.<br />
Donations in Frank’s<br />
memory may be made in<br />
his name to the Disabled<br />
American Veterans.<br />
~ Rest well Frank. Airborne brother ~<br />
A Poem Worth Reading<br />
He was getting old and paunchy<br />
And his hair was falling fast,<br />
And he sat around the Legion,<br />
Telling stories of the past.<br />
Of a war that he once fought in<br />
And the deeds that he had done,<br />
In his exploits with his buddies;<br />
They were heroes, every one.<br />
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors<br />
His tales became a joke,<br />
All his buddies listened quietly<br />
For they knew whereof he spoke.<br />
But we'll hear his tales no longer,<br />
For ol' Bob has passed away,<br />
And the world's a little poorer<br />
For a soldier died today.<br />
He won't be mourned by many,<br />
Just his children and his wife.<br />
For he lived an ordinary,<br />
Very quiet sort of life.<br />
He held a job and raised a family,<br />
Going quietly on his way;<br />
And the world won't note his passing,<br />
'Tho a soldier died today.<br />
When politicians leave this earth,<br />
Their bodies lie in state,<br />
While thousands note their passing,<br />
And proclaim that they were great.<br />
Papers tell of their life stories<br />
From the time that they were young<br />
But the passing of a soldier<br />
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.<br />
Is the greatest contribution<br />
To the welfare of our land,<br />
Some jerk who breaks his promise<br />
And cons his fellow man?<br />
Or the ordinary fellow<br />
Who in times of war and strife,<br />
Goes off to serve his country<br />
And offers up his life?<br />
The politician's stipend<br />
And the style in which he lives,<br />
Are often disproportionate,<br />
To the service that he gives.<br />
While the ordinary soldier,<br />
Who offered up his all,<br />
Is paid off with a medal<br />
And perhaps a pension, small.<br />
It's so easy to forget them,<br />
For it is so many times<br />
That our Bobs and Steves and Johnnys,<br />
Went to battle, but we know,<br />
(continued....)<br />
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It is not the politicians<br />
With their compromise and ploys,<br />
Who won for us the freedom<br />
That our country now enjoys.<br />
Should you find yourself in danger,<br />
With your enemies at hand,<br />
Would you really want some cop-out,<br />
With his ever waffling stand?<br />
Or would you want a soldier--<br />
His home, his country, his kin,<br />
Just a common soldier,<br />
Who would fight until the end.<br />
He was just a common soldier,<br />
And his ranks are growing thin,<br />
But his presence should remind us<br />
We may need his like again.<br />
For when countries are in conflict,<br />
We find the soldier's part<br />
Is to clean up all the troubles<br />
That the politicians start.<br />
If we cannot do him honor<br />
While he's here to hear the praise,<br />
Then at least let's give him homage<br />
At the ending of his days.<br />
Perhaps just a simple headline<br />
In the paper that might say:<br />
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,<br />
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."<br />
Sent in by MG Jerry Bethke, HHC/2/<strong>503d</strong>, and<br />
Gayle Bethea, wife of Jim Bethea, HHC/2/<strong>503d</strong>.<br />
~ CORRECTION ~<br />
In the story sent in<br />
about “Miss Ann<br />
Margaret,” which<br />
appeared in Issue<br />
13, Page 6, of our<br />
newsletter, photos<br />
were also sent,<br />
including this<br />
picture of Ann<br />
with, whom we<br />
assumed to be the<br />
<strong>Vietnam</strong> vet the story was about. The photo, however,<br />
did not escape the keen eye of Maj. Ed Privette, CO<br />
HHC 2/<strong>503d</strong>. Ed correctly pointed out the man in the<br />
picture is King Carl Gustaf XVI of Sweden. We don’t<br />
know this for a fact but, this may well be the first time in<br />
history a King has been mistaken for a <strong>Vietnam</strong> vet, or<br />
vise versa!<br />
HEP ME! HEP ME!<br />
This is a photo of Mike “the kid,” a buddy of mine<br />
from the 2/<strong>503d</strong> ‘65/’66, taken in front of the<br />
Continental Hotel in Saigon 1966. He may have served<br />
in HHC and possibly in the commo section. He<br />
DEROSED before me that year, and gave me this picture<br />
of him before going back to the World. If you recognize<br />
him and can put me in touch that will be great. Thanks!<br />
Lew “Smitty” Smith, rto173d@cfl.rr.com<br />
Mike. I’m staying cool brother, old and cool. Lew<br />
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A GOOD OMEN?<br />
You guys won’t believe this. Yesterday I had an<br />
appointment at the VA with my head doctor.<br />
His office number is 173. How about that...........<br />
A 2/<strong>503d</strong> Buddy<br />
TOMB OF THE UNKNOWN<br />
SOLDIER<br />
This is really an awesome sight to watch if you've never<br />
had the chance, very fascinating.<br />
1. How many steps does the guard take during his walk<br />
across the tomb of the Unknowns and why?<br />
21 steps. It alludes to the twenty-one gun salute,<br />
which is the highest honor given any military or<br />
foreign dignitary.<br />
2. How long does he hesitate after his about face to<br />
begin his return walk and why?<br />
Twenty-one seconds for the same reason as answer<br />
number 1 above.<br />
3. Why are his gloves wet?<br />
His gloves are moistened to prevent his losing his<br />
grip on the rifle.<br />
4. Does he carry his rifle on the same shoulder all the<br />
time and if not, why not?<br />
He carries the rifle on the shoulder away from<br />
the tomb. After his march across the path, he<br />
executes an about face and moves the<br />
rifle to the outside shoulder.<br />
5. How often are the guards changed?<br />
Guards are changed every thirty minutes,<br />
twenty-four hours a day, 365 days a year.<br />
6. What are the physical traits of the guard limited to?<br />
For a person to apply for guard duty at<br />
the tomb, he must be between 5' 10” and 6' 2”<br />
tall and his waist size cannot exceed 30”.<br />
(continued....)<br />
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Other requirements of the guard:<br />
They must commit 2 years of life to guard the<br />
tomb, live in a barracks under the tomb, and<br />
cannot drink any alcohol on or off duty for the<br />
rest of their lives. They cannot swear in public for<br />
the rest of their lives and cannot disgrace the<br />
uniform {fighting} or the tomb in any way.<br />
After two years, the guard is given a wreath pin<br />
that is worn on their lapel signifying they served<br />
as guard of the tomb. There are only 400<br />
presently worn. The guard must obey these rules<br />
for the rest of their lives or give up the wreath pin.<br />
The shoes are specially made with very thick soles<br />
to keep the heat and cold from their feet. There<br />
are metal heel plates that extend to the top of the<br />
shoe in order to make the loud click as they come<br />
to a halt.<br />
There are no wrinkles, folds or lint on the<br />
uniform. Guards dress for duty is in front of a<br />
full-length mirror.<br />
The first six months of duty a guard cannot talk to<br />
anyone, nor watch TV. All off duty time is spent<br />
studying the 175 notable people laid to rest in<br />
Arlington National Cemetery.<br />
A guard must memorize who they are and where<br />
they are interred. Among the notables are<br />
President Taft, Joe E. Lewis {the boxer}, and<br />
Medal of Honor recipient Audie Murphy {the<br />
most decorated soldier of WWII} of Hollywood<br />
fame.<br />
Every guard spends five hours a day getting his<br />
uniforms ready for guard duty.<br />
In 2003, as Hurricane Isabelle was approaching<br />
Washington, DC, our US Senate/House took 2 days off<br />
with anticipation of the storm. On the ABC evening<br />
news, it was reported that because of the dangers from<br />
the hurricane, the military members assigned the duty of<br />
guarding the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier were given<br />
permission to suspend the assignment.<br />
They respectfully declined the offer, 'No way, Sir!'<br />
Soaked to the skin, marching in the pelting rain of a<br />
tropical storm, they said that guarding the Tomb was not<br />
just an assignment, it was the highest honor that can be<br />
afforded to a service person. The tomb has been<br />
patrolled continuously, 24/7, since 1930.<br />
(The Unknown, sent in by Jimmy Castillo, C/2/<strong>503d</strong>)<br />
173d memorial stone at Arlington Cemetary<br />
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2/<strong>503d</strong> base, Camp Zinn, Bien Hoa, <strong>Vietnam</strong>, named in<br />
memory of Ron Zinn. Photo by Col. George Dexter<br />
1LT RON ZINN HONORED<br />
Hi friends and cousins,<br />
Last Friday evening at Silver Lake Country Club in<br />
Orland Park, Illinois, I, along with my sister, Joyce, and<br />
cousin Connie, attended a special event.<br />
District 230 which includes Carl Sandburg, Stagg, and<br />
Andrew High Schools, held their 2nd annual Hall of<br />
Fame inductions into Legacy Hall. It is kind of hard to<br />
believe that this was only the second one, but that is the<br />
case. 15 most worthy alumni from these 3 schools were<br />
inducted. Ron was not the only one to be inducted<br />
Posthumously.<br />
There was another fine young man who lost his life in<br />
Viet Nam. One super still young, young lady was<br />
inducted. She had accomplished a great deal as a student<br />
and as an alumni. On one of her charitable trips<br />
overseas, she contacted malaria. What a nasty disease it<br />
can be. In her case, it cost her portions of both arms and<br />
both legs. She is now confined to a wheelchair, but<br />
her spirit of optimism and hope was very moving.<br />
Each inductee as they were introduced had a photo<br />
powerpoint display. My goodness, what a truly<br />
outstanding group. America is blessed to have people as<br />
these in her midst. And just think, most of them are<br />
from our high school, some even back to the same grade<br />
school that we attended.<br />
When it came time for me to accept the award for Ron, I<br />
was not sure what to say because I had no idea as to the<br />
time limit. However, I made it poignant, and yet not too<br />
long.<br />
Ron had a notebook that I also had for some years after<br />
his passing. On it he had written:<br />
“IN LIFE THERE WILL<br />
ALWAYS BE THINGS<br />
THAT WE DO NOT<br />
WANT TO DO; BUT IF<br />
WE ARE TO SUCCEED,<br />
WE WILL DO THEM.”<br />
Fellow officer and friend,<br />
Roy Lombardo, related to<br />
me in the past couple of<br />
years how much Ron had<br />
inspired him, and how he<br />
still thinks of him 45 years<br />
later. Roy also told me just<br />
how Ron gave his life; and<br />
that was trying to save the<br />
life of a fallen comrade<br />
and friend.<br />
One of the photos on the<br />
screen behind me showed<br />
Ron in full dress West Point<br />
uniform, saluting the Corp,<br />
as he was receiving a parade<br />
in his honor, the only<br />
underclassman to have ever<br />
accomplished such a feat. I<br />
related another photo that I<br />
have of Ron, and will<br />
always cherish, is Ron in full Ron at West Point<br />
dress military uniform at the<br />
age of 4, taken in 1943. Perhaps that picture was the<br />
impetus for his love of the military.<br />
I wrapped it up by saying this, "What else can I say,<br />
Ron Zinn loved his family, West Point, and ultimately,<br />
his county. He gave his life for all. Thank you for this<br />
honor."<br />
Afterwards, several people told me that my acceptance<br />
brought tears to their eyes. Quite an evening indeed!!<br />
How proud Joyce and I are to have had Ron as our big<br />
brother. I can only imagine what else he may have<br />
accomplished.<br />
Many of you do not know that the base Ron worked out<br />
of was renamed "Camp Zinn" until the end of the<br />
conflict.<br />
Peace to each of you and be thankful daily for your<br />
blessings.<br />
Jerry Zinn<br />
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A 2/<strong>503d</strong> BOOK WORTH READING<br />
Prologue<br />
Confusion wasn’t the half of it. AK-47s were<br />
chopping the jungle into a tossed salad.<br />
While Charlie took aim at his humping tackle,<br />
Lieutenant Edward Hardin ran about learning whey El<br />
Tees didn’t live very long. With his vitals in hiding and<br />
his life a crapshoot, if ever a man was hunting trouble --<br />
in <strong>Vietnam</strong>, in 1967---he damn sure found it.<br />
His father warned him not to expect much from the<br />
world.<br />
Instinctively irreverent when tending war’s<br />
misfortunes, infantrymen from the Twenty-Fourth Foot<br />
in the Transvaal, the Fifth Marines and the Seventh<br />
Infantry in the Chosin Reservoir, and the 173 rd Airborne<br />
and Fourth Infantry in Dak To, smiled to mask an altered<br />
state of mind.<br />
Lieutenant Edward Hardin was naturally irreverent--a<br />
bit of luck he had not foreseen. When Eddie received<br />
his deployment orders his father read each work and<br />
said, “A dogface needs to know how to eat, dig, shit, and<br />
shoot. The rest is just the war.”<br />
Scoffing his best scoff while allowing room to avoid<br />
the major’s left hook, Eddie replied, “Yeah, right. The<br />
trick is not shitting on your boots.”<br />
Hardin’s men could eat and shoot, dig and shoot, and<br />
shit and shoot, all while screaming for a medic. It’s not<br />
that chaos came with these men--it’s just that something<br />
did.<br />
They were an odd assortment, boys really--twelvemonth<br />
men really. Their pictures were familiar--the<br />
cocked hats and the melancholy grins. They enjoyed<br />
talking about girls and home, rumors and cars, the little<br />
things mostly.<br />
They enjoyed a good joke most of all. Caught in a<br />
time of chattel sacrifice, the regret that anchored their<br />
black humor was the baseline for their survival.<br />
Slogging through the mud, in and out of the vines,<br />
fighting a war that was mindless, and discomposed,<br />
Hardin’s men had a duty they could not define: to a<br />
smile once remembered.<br />
Sure enough--<strong>Vietnam</strong>’s war sucked.<br />
A noble cause, the old men said, blood and bile<br />
curdling in a steel pot, a boot standing alone, mist<br />
curling over the fractured body of one paratrooper, then<br />
racing to the next. Hollow eyes glistened with tears of<br />
fatigue and winced at the roar of small-arms fire.<br />
Infantry combat is a deeply personal, scarring<br />
experience.<br />
An infantryman never comes home, regains a sense of<br />
empathy, or fall completely in love. He is but a remnant<br />
of the boy you once knew--a short-fused remnant.<br />
Coming alive again required the friendship of time.<br />
Random Excerpt<br />
Hardin strolled aimlessly along the duckboards. The<br />
air was bitter, as if drawn through a straw. A faint echo<br />
sounded. Leaving Dig-it’s rucksack at B-Med had not<br />
stopped the sequence.<br />
Sitting on the edge of a bunk, he tried to relax. Dig-it<br />
screamed a melancholy scream, then laughed at Hardin’s<br />
way. Hardin could have saved Doppler some time. The<br />
whistle of a passing train matched the scream of a friend<br />
dying in combat, dying alone.<br />
These mental gymnastics were not driven by a fever of<br />
unknown origin. Burning with efficiency, Hardin had<br />
factored, categorized, and stored thousands of still-frame<br />
holographs, a library of the sights and sounds of<br />
slaughter: the smell.<br />
And to think he had enjoyed watching Victory at Sea.<br />
Bathing in a composite that drew his features into a<br />
similitude of voiceless regret, he considered embracing<br />
his fever, claiming it for himself as a profound remedy.<br />
He was tired of war.<br />
Gary Prisk, Capt., served as a platoon leader with<br />
C/2/<strong>503d</strong> and company commander with the<br />
battalion in 1967/68. His book, Digger Dogface<br />
Brownjob Grunt, a Cougar Creek Press publication,<br />
is available on Amazon.com<br />
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BE PROUD OF YOUR ROLE<br />
An excerpt from Sky Soldier.org:<br />
Wambi, at The Wall<br />
During more than 6 years (54 major campaigns) of<br />
continuous combat, the “Brigade” earned 14 campaign<br />
streamers and four unit citations. Sky soldiers serving in<br />
Viet Nam received 13 Medals of Honor, 46 DSCs, 736<br />
Silver Stars, and six thousand Purple Hearts. There are<br />
over 1790 Sky Soldiers named on the Viet Nam<br />
Memorial Wall.<br />
Then why is it that a significant number of Bros. still<br />
choose to embellish there role in the war rather than<br />
accept their critical contributions? The Brigade is<br />
recognized for these distinguished achievements -- not<br />
just line or artillery units. e.g. Naturally, the Wall<br />
reflects those who were more directly engaged in combat<br />
related actions. However, that number would be vastly<br />
larger were it not for the efforts of the various support<br />
contingents within the Brigade.<br />
Only much later do we “line grunts” begin to appreciate<br />
the behind-the-jungle roles so many played in seeing that<br />
our time in the field was more than just tolerable. Thank<br />
you Supply for seeing that we were timely resupplied<br />
under what was always “get it to them yesterday<br />
circumstances.” Thank you Engineers for seeing that<br />
our line-of-march was less taxing because you blew to<br />
hell some of Nam’s biggest Asian Redwoods. Thank<br />
you Mess because your field deliveries of hot meals<br />
came only seconds before we seriously thought of using<br />
C- rations instead of our frags. How the Mail managed<br />
to reach us even in the worst of times is worthy of a<br />
special citation in itself.<br />
Even though we tend to harp critically on what the S unit<br />
didn’t foresee, the fact is, their intelligence saved more<br />
lives than we’ll ever know. We All performed our<br />
duties, oft times under the most adverse and untenable<br />
circumstances. The aforementioned represent but a<br />
fraction of the various and sundry non-combative units<br />
whose Role may never be fully appreciated.<br />
To the uninformed and most outsiders, heroes are<br />
typically designated within the 11B prefix. Fortunately,<br />
there are enough of us survivors who know full well that<br />
the Herd’s place in Viet Nam history was borne by the<br />
collective labors of individuals whose sole mission was<br />
for the benefit of their brothers.<br />
“Sweet is war to those who<br />
have never experienced it.”<br />
Wambi Cook<br />
A/2/<strong>503d</strong><br />
And if anything might be added to this report Wambi sent<br />
in, a special collective voice of gratitude is deserved by<br />
those countless men and women who served as doctors,<br />
nurses and attendants at the Mash units and hospitals, and<br />
all associated with them. There’s was a war few of us<br />
would have cared to experience, but all of us owe a great<br />
deal.<br />
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A<br />
SNEAKY PETE EXTRAORDINAIRE<br />
He did three tours in <strong>Vietnam</strong> with the 5 th SF, a career<br />
man, the army was his life. But it was not to be; on his<br />
third tour the bad guys blew out one of his eyes, and to<br />
this day he walks around with shrapnel in his brain. For<br />
over 40 years, until just recently, we never once sat<br />
down together to talk about our war experiences -- even<br />
though that war greatly impacted us, our parents, and our<br />
families. Happy Birthday Bob, I’m proud of you my<br />
older brother, and you’ve been a special force in my life.<br />
Your brother-brother<br />
Bob Clark & Smitty at Camp Zinn 1965<br />
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OUR MISSION -- FACILITATE THE<br />
TRANSPORTATION OF SKY SOLDIERS<br />
TO THE MEMORIAL DEDICATION &<br />
SUPPORT THE MOST MEANINGFUL<br />
EXPERIENCE POSSIBLE FOR OUR<br />
SKY SOLDIERS!!<br />
By Terry Modglin, 4/<strong>503d</strong><br />
The Country Inn and Suites, 1720 Fountain<br />
Court, Columbus, GA 31904, will be the Rally<br />
Point for those members of the 2/<strong>503d</strong> who wish<br />
to stay at the same hotel with their battalion<br />
buddies for the Dedication of the 173d National<br />
Memorial at 10 a.m. June 1, 2010. The room<br />
rates are $88. for single or double, and $90. for a<br />
suite (of which there are just 5), plus tax. These<br />
rates are good for just the 31st of May and 1st of<br />
June. There is a big soccer tournament just before<br />
our contingent arrives and a smaller one just after<br />
so it is highly unlikely rooms will be available on<br />
these shoulder nights.<br />
This is definitely a nice hotel, recently renovated.<br />
The 3d and 4 th Battalions will be staying at hotels<br />
within the same zip code. There is no obligation for<br />
attendees to book rooms at any particular hotel. The<br />
Country Inn will provide free transportation to and back<br />
from the Memorial Dedication for guests booking 30<br />
days in advance.<br />
The hotel's phone number is 706-660-1880. Their email<br />
is cx_clbs@countryinns.com If you call in the<br />
reservation, just indicate you are part of the 173d<br />
Airborne Group. If you register through the Internet,<br />
go to http://www.countryinns.com/hotels/gacolumb<br />
and after you select your dates to stay, in finding<br />
your rate you will see a link for "More Rates." Go there<br />
and put in the Promotional ID 173AIR.<br />
If this hotel is filled (as I expect it will be), we have<br />
other hotels in that area for more 2d Bat Sky Soldiers.<br />
There will likely be a tour of Fort Benning on June 1,<br />
after the Dedication. Details will appear in a future issue<br />
of this newsletter.<br />
In the interest of transparency, as I have indicated<br />
throughout, I am receiving no money whatsoever from<br />
this initiative, but my travel planner colleague, Mark<br />
Zeller, is receiving 10% commission on the hotel room<br />
nights taken. We have already spent a lot of time on this<br />
and Mark will likely spend really significant<br />
time on this over the months ahead because it<br />
has so many moving parts. Believe me, the<br />
money will be hard-earned and will help offset<br />
some of his out-of-poket expenses.<br />
We are not part of the Memorial Foundation<br />
or the Association, but we have received the<br />
goodwill and cooperation of both. Mistakes<br />
made, if any, are ours alone….the<br />
Transportation Memorial Dedication Group.<br />
If you have any questions, or guys with other<br />
battalions needing hotel information, please<br />
email me at Terry.Modglin@Gmail.com or<br />
call me at 202-270-3083.<br />
Airborne!<br />
Terry Modglin, 4/<strong>503d</strong><br />
This notice appears in our newsletter as a courtesy to those<br />
working in support of the 173d National Memorial. Ed.<br />
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The 173d Airborne Brigade<br />
National Memorial<br />
The 173d Airborne Brigade National Memorial will be<br />
dedicated on June 1, near the new National Infantry<br />
Museum at Fort Benning, Georgia. A Transportation<br />
Memorial Dedication Group, not affiliated with the<br />
Association or the Memorial Foundation, has<br />
established for May 31 and June 1 room blocks at 18<br />
Columbus, Georgia area hotels, and designated seven of<br />
those hotels as unit Rally Points so that Sky Soldiers on<br />
this singular occasion can see their buddies with whom<br />
they served. Additionally, there is a bus the day after the<br />
Dedication from Columbus to the Annual Reunion<br />
($99) in North Myrtle Beach, and a tour of Fort Benning<br />
($25 -- limited to 100) an hour or so after the<br />
Dedication. All this is being done to facilitate<br />
attendance at the Dedication and enhance the<br />
experience. A microwebsite of the Columbus<br />
Convention and Visitors Bureau is up and running and<br />
will make it easier for Sky Soldiers to make hotel<br />
reservations - www.meetincolumbusga.com/173d/ Refer<br />
to the Accommodations link in order to find all the<br />
hotels with room blocks.<br />
The 173d Memorial at Ft. Benning, GA.<br />
Please share this information with your Members,<br />
remembering that April 30 is a cutoff date for a number<br />
of the offers involved.<br />
Please ask all Sky Soldiers and friends, when they<br />
register at the hotels, to indicate that they are in the<br />
"173d Airborne Brigade Transportation Group" so that<br />
they receive the correct room rate and we know who will<br />
be there from specific units.<br />
Please address any questions to Terry Modglin,<br />
Volunteer Liaison to Sky Soldiers for the Transportation<br />
Memorial Dedication Group, at<br />
terry.modglin@gmail.com, or call 202-270-3083. Thank<br />
you.<br />
Terry Modglin,<br />
4/<strong>503d</strong><br />
HONORING OUR mates<br />
DOWN UNDER<br />
The Australian and New Zealanders who were killed<br />
while under the operational control of the 173d Airborne<br />
Brigade, US Army during 1965-66, will be listed on<br />
their National Memorial. This will be the only memorial<br />
on US soil to list the names of the Aussies and Kiwis,<br />
quite possibly the world … no greater honour or<br />
acknowledgement could be given to our mates.<br />
(continued....)<br />
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The 173d Airborne Brigade Memorial will be located at<br />
a prime site on the Walk of Honour at their nation's new<br />
National Infantry Museum, immediately adjacent to Fort<br />
Benning, Georgia, USA. On land fully accessible to the<br />
general public (no fee and no need to go through<br />
clearance to get on post). This prime location is an<br />
integral part of the campus of the National Infantry<br />
Museum, stated to be among the premier attractions in<br />
that area. The Walk of Honour adjoins the Parade<br />
Ground. Designed with ample space to expand as the<br />
Brigade's history continues.<br />
This is a memorial to all who have served<br />
or will serve in the 173d Airborne Brigade,<br />
especially to those who fell in combat,<br />
whose names will be listed from all<br />
engagements; those that have been and<br />
those to come in the order in which they<br />
were taken from us.<br />
The design is truly powerful, built on the concept of a<br />
circle of sacred ground with the Wing and Sword (from<br />
their patch) dramatically rising toward the sky and their<br />
story told under its banner. A place more than a<br />
monument that provides opportunity for reflection as<br />
well as commemoration. A destination that can help<br />
veterans tell their children and grandchildren (and yes,<br />
great-grandchildren) about their service, their legacy,<br />
and their comrades, with the benefit of an extraordinary<br />
museum that helps them understand what we did and<br />
why we did it.<br />
But most importantly a place where our<br />
promise to remember them is kept.<br />
The dedication will take place at 10:00 a.m. on the 1 st of<br />
June 2010, just about 45 years, to the day, of the 1RAR<br />
Group’s arrival in <strong>Vietnam</strong>.<br />
As a member of the 1RAR Group I was overwhelmed<br />
when advised that they intended the include our 30<br />
KIA’s … it is not the norm for the yanks!<br />
A request has been made to the Minister, Alan Griffin<br />
MP, requesting sponsorship of a small number of<br />
Australian members of the 173d Airborne Brigade<br />
Association to attend and witness the dedication and<br />
show our appreciation of their acknowledgment of our<br />
service with the Brigade.<br />
A reunion will follow on from the dedication and held at<br />
North Myrtle Beach SC. If anyone would like<br />
information email me at raypayne@veteranweb.asn.au<br />
Ray Payne, OAM<br />
Secretary Chapter 23<br />
173d Airborne Brigade Assoc.<br />
THE PASSING OF VETERANS<br />
If I was going to the reunion, I would be honored to<br />
serve as host to our WWII vets. Unfortunately I won’t<br />
be attending..<br />
Of the 16,112,566 American veterans of WWII, fewer<br />
than 2.5 million remain alive. With another 311,000<br />
projected to die this year, they are passing at the rate of<br />
852 a day or 35 an hour or about one every two minutes.<br />
Sometime, around Christmas 2014, the number of living<br />
WWII vets will dip below one million, and in 2024<br />
fewer than 100,000 will remain. In 2036, it is<br />
guestimated there will be only 370 left, less than half the<br />
size of an infantry battalion.<br />
Of course, WWII is perhaps mankind's most documented<br />
event and historians can soldier on without them. U.S.<br />
Army records alone weigh 17,120 tons, enough to fill<br />
188 miles of filing cabinets set side-by-side. Vast<br />
caches of oral histories and personal reminiscences<br />
abound. But what will it mean to this nation for it to<br />
lose what has been deemed its greatest generation?<br />
The last Revolutionary War vet lingered on until after<br />
the Civil War, dying in 1869 at the age of 109,<br />
while some War of 1812 veterans lived to see the 20th<br />
Century, and Civil War veterans lived into the 1950s.<br />
The last Spanish-American War survivor died in 1992,<br />
at 106. All the WWI veterans are now gone. With the<br />
veterans gone, so too does remembrance and ritual. Few<br />
remember the U.S.S. Maine. No longer is there a minute<br />
of silence on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the<br />
eleventh month. WWII pushed aside memories of WWI.<br />
As these events pass, more will be written without<br />
sentimentalism and pandering to particular audiences.<br />
Some of this lack of sanitized and romanticized<br />
sentiment will be for the good and some will choose the<br />
opportunity to rewrite valient and heroic efforts as<br />
imperialistic greed and disregard for any rules of war.<br />
The negative realities of war will be emphasized.<br />
As has been mentioned, the <strong>Vietnam</strong> veteran is also<br />
passing. As we also learned in Burkett & Whitley's<br />
book, Stolen Valor, far more veterans pretend to exist<br />
than served in-country and aboard ships. Our war has<br />
been rewritten from the start. Perhaps after we're all<br />
dead and gone, someone will write the truth? What is<br />
happening now is far too many fake <strong>Vietnam</strong> veterans<br />
are providing their "true" stories for the archives.<br />
Jerry Hassler<br />
HHC/Recon/2/<strong>503d</strong>, ‘66/’67<br />
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173d Memorial taking shape at Fort Benning, Georgia, April 2010<br />
Photos sent in by Craig Ford, 1/<strong>503d</strong><br />
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A TACTICAL DISASTER<br />
WAITING TO HAPPEN<br />
I believe it was the Commo Platoon that had a ¾ ton<br />
truck rigged up as a portable communications center. It<br />
consisted of a large plywood box painted OD built onto<br />
the back of the truck. There was at least one large<br />
antenna affixed to the side of the box and other than the<br />
entrance in the rear, there were no openings.<br />
On one of the battalion’s first operations while we were<br />
in the rubber trees, there were some KIAs and I guess<br />
that because of the proximity of the enemy the KIAs<br />
were not recovered. I don’t know whether the battalion<br />
was still out on the operation or not but I was detailed to<br />
drive an NCO and about 6 other guys out to the area of<br />
the fight and see if we could find the bodies and recover<br />
them.<br />
The NCO sat in the cab with me and the other 6 rode in<br />
the box. There were immediate concerns raised by the<br />
guys in the back about the lack of visibility from inside<br />
the box and their ability to return fire if we were fired<br />
upon. But, orders were orders.<br />
We drove along a highway along which there were<br />
several very small towns and finally turned off onto a<br />
dirt road that led across some fields and then into the<br />
brush and jungle.<br />
The guys in the back were banging on the walls of the<br />
box in protest but the NCO ignored them. On a little<br />
further and the dirt road narrowed into a trail that was<br />
barely wide enough for the truck. I was sweating<br />
bullets. I just knew that any second the last thing I<br />
would see was the wind shield shattering. It was one of<br />
those times when I knew I had to do something but<br />
everything in me was saying “Don’t do this!”<br />
The guys in the back were really getting rowdy when<br />
finally the NCO said, in effect, that the search was<br />
useless and told me to turn around. We returned to the<br />
rubber trees and I don’t know if anyone ever did recover<br />
the bodies.<br />
What a dilemma that was for that NCO. Having to<br />
follow the orders of whoever it was that issued them<br />
knowing that they were a tactical disaster waiting to<br />
happen. Anyone else remember that?<br />
Jim Bethea<br />
HHC/2/<strong>503d</strong>, ‘65/’66<br />
Jim: I recall hearing of one trooper who was not<br />
found. Didn’t know there were others. Ed<br />
He’s right.<br />
“Leave<br />
nothing for<br />
tomorrow<br />
which can<br />
be done<br />
today.”<br />
~ Abraham Lincoln ~<br />
"Do not put<br />
off till<br />
tomorrow<br />
what can be<br />
put off till<br />
day after tomorrow just<br />
as well.”<br />
~ Mark Twain ~<br />
Damn. He’s right too!<br />
~ A MEETING WITH WESTY ~<br />
We were encamped in another<br />
Michelin rubber plantation and<br />
someone had come through<br />
earlier telling us to get our shirts<br />
on, spruce up a bit as<br />
Westmoreland was due<br />
sometime and to be on the look<br />
out for him. A little later, sure<br />
enough, here comes the big man<br />
himself with an entourage<br />
including Col. Walsh, battalion commander.<br />
(continued....)<br />
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The group of five or so I was with all saw him about the<br />
same time, although he was about ten meters away. I<br />
quickly stood up and shouted "Attention!" We all<br />
snapped to attention. I had shouted so loud,<br />
Westmoreland shifted his direction and quickly headed<br />
our way. He was about 10-15 feet in front of his<br />
entourage. For some inexplicable reason, perhaps too<br />
much burnt turkey loaf, I had gone back to a relaxed or<br />
at ease position, no longer standing at attention. As<br />
Westmoreland came up to me, he whispered so only I<br />
could hear, "Come to attention," gestering slightly with<br />
his right hand. I, of course, immediately snapped to<br />
attention. No telling what my superiors would have<br />
done to me had I remained at ease. At the time, Walsh<br />
and I didn't get along too well as I had hit him with<br />
branches as we traveled through the jungle, me in front<br />
of him. Here was a four-star general allowing me a little<br />
latitude and to this day, as well as his never capitalizing<br />
on his time in Nam, good or bad, I've never forgot it and<br />
think it speaks highly to the decency of the man. He did<br />
ask me how the M-16 was. Even though I had never<br />
fired it, even to zero it, I did have enough sense to say it<br />
was a fine weapon.<br />
Jerry Hassler<br />
HHC/Recon/2/<strong>503d</strong>, ‘66/’67<br />
You Can Leave The Military,<br />
But It Never Really<br />
Leaves You<br />
By Ken Burger<br />
The Charlestown Post and Courier<br />
Occasionally, I venture back out to the air base where<br />
I'm greeted by an imposing security guard who looks<br />
carefully at my identification card, hands it back and<br />
says, "Have a good day, tech sergeant."<br />
Every time I go back onto Charleston Air Force Base it<br />
feels good to be called by my previous rank, but odd to<br />
be in civilian clothes, walking among the servicemen<br />
and servicewomen going about their duties as I once did,<br />
years ago.<br />
The military, for all its flaws, is a comfort zone for<br />
anyone who has ever worn the uniform. It's a place<br />
where you know the rules and know they are enforced.<br />
A place where everybody is busy but not too busy to<br />
take care of business.<br />
Because there exists behind the gates of every military<br />
facility an institutional understanding of respect, order,<br />
uniformity, accountability and dedication that becomes<br />
part of your marrow and never, ever leaves you.<br />
Personally, I miss the fact that you always knew where<br />
you stood in the military, and who you were dealing<br />
with. That's because you could read somebody's<br />
uniform from 20 feet away and know the score.<br />
Service personnel wear their careers on their sleeves, so<br />
to speak. When you approach each other, you can read<br />
their nametag, examine their rank and, if they are in<br />
dress uniform, read their ribbons and know where<br />
they've served.<br />
I miss all those little things you take for granted when<br />
you're in the ranks, like breaking starch on a set of<br />
fatigues fresh from the laundry and standing in a<br />
perfectly straight line that looks like a mirror as it<br />
stretches to the endless horizon.<br />
I miss the sight of troops marching in the early morning<br />
mist, the sound of boot heels thumping in unison on the<br />
sidewalks, the bark of sergeants and the sing-song<br />
answers from the squads as they pass by in review.<br />
To romanticize military service is to be far removed<br />
from its reality, because it's very serious business,<br />
especially in times of war. But I miss the salutes I'd<br />
throw at officers and the crisp returns as we crisscrossed<br />
on the flight line.<br />
I miss the smell of jet fuel hanging heavily on the night<br />
air and the sound of engines roaring down runways and<br />
disappearing into the clouds.<br />
I even miss the hurry-up-and-wait mentality that men<br />
gripe about constantly, a masterful invention that bonded<br />
people more than they'll ever know or admit.<br />
I miss people taking off their hats when they enter a<br />
building, speaking directly and clearly to others and<br />
never showing disrespect for rank, race, religion or<br />
gender.<br />
Mostly I miss being a small cog in a machine so<br />
complex it constantly circumnavigates the Earth and so<br />
simple it feeds everyone on time, three times a day, on<br />
the ground, in the air or at sea.<br />
Mostly, I don't know anyone who has served who regrets<br />
it, and doesn't feel a sense of pride when they pass<br />
through those gates and re-enter the world they left<br />
behind with their youth.<br />
(Above sent in by Maj. Ed Privette, HHC/2/<strong>503d</strong>, ‘66/’67)<br />
“An army of asses led by a lion is<br />
better than an army of lions<br />
led by an ass.”<br />
George Washington<br />
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SOME 2/503D MEMORIES<br />
Got a couple short stories about the Herd.<br />
Like the night before deployment (May 3-4), I was new<br />
in the unit and had been there about 2 days. We grabbed<br />
a couple cases of beer and started walking up the hill to<br />
the Village we called home. Guess the Jarheads knew<br />
we were leaving as they tried to claim our town.<br />
We all ended up in the stockade that night; the CO came<br />
and bailed us out. At the formation the next morning the<br />
Old Man said, “I know when you’re dismissed you’re<br />
going back up that hill. Dont get caught this time!”<br />
August 1965, Secretary of Defense Robert MacNamara<br />
and General Westmoreland in <strong>Vietnam</strong>.<br />
When McNamara came to visit I ended up in S1 with<br />
an old Pappason who was trying to find me to deliver a<br />
Jump knife he had repaired for me. I came out of the<br />
Jungle just when McNamara's chopper hit the ground!<br />
Butch Clark<br />
HHC/2/<strong>503d</strong>, ‘65<br />
by Jerry Hassler<br />
HHC/Recon/2/<strong>503d</strong>, ‘66/’67<br />
STORY BEHIND THIS ZIPPO<br />
Was near Swan Loc. We were pulling out of a FSB<br />
going back to Zinn. There were only a few of us left.<br />
They were pulling out the last 105 and a pallet of ammo<br />
with a Chinook, he was hovering just above us when<br />
they hit us. In all the dust and noise we didn't even<br />
know we'd been hit....guys just started falling and then it<br />
felt like someone hit me with a fucking 2x4 and down I<br />
went.<br />
We lost the 319th battery commander and most of my<br />
guys from Hqs Co were wounded. Was mortars and<br />
small arms. Several of the 319th guys at Myrtle Beach<br />
were there. Paul Dinardo was standing right on top of<br />
the pallet of ammo reaching for the Chinook hook and<br />
didn't get a scratch, go figure.<br />
Ed Privette, Maj.<br />
CO, HHC/2/<strong>503d</strong>, ‘66/’67<br />
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ANOTHER 2/<strong>503d</strong> BOOK<br />
WORTH READING<br />
From the Forward<br />
The essence of this book is the military journey of a<br />
paratrooper in the mountains and jungles of Okinawa,<br />
Taiwan, and finally <strong>Vietnam</strong>. He, the author, typified all<br />
that was good and courageous about the Bravo Bulls....<br />
Larry Paladino, the author, was a standout by any<br />
measure among the young Bravo Bulls....Larry was<br />
strong as only an athlete is strong and carried the PRC<br />
10 radio (later the PRC 25) for me and subsequent<br />
commanders in company headquarters. He was selected<br />
for this duty because he had the intellect to easily<br />
understand the military jargon of the radio transmissions<br />
and advise me of what was important. He was the first<br />
Bravo Bull to enter an underground tunnel, armed only<br />
with a pistol, searching for the enemy and hidden<br />
equipment.<br />
Writing has always been his “thing” and this book will<br />
be ample proof of his craft. We, veterans of the Bravo<br />
Bulls, are proud to have our story told through the eyes<br />
and memories of one of our finest, most erudite<br />
paratroopers.<br />
LTC Roy Lombardo, Jr.<br />
Infantry, Retired<br />
Baltimore, MD<br />
EXCERPTS<br />
“Bravo Company suffered probably the most casualties<br />
in the brigade because we always just happened to be<br />
where the action began. Newspaper Enterprise<br />
Association correspondent Tom Tiede began joining us<br />
and chronicling our events. We had been the first in the<br />
Mekong Delta (Plain of Reeds), the first in the Central<br />
Highlands (Pleiku), the first in the ‘Iron Triangle.’ Out<br />
of 165 Bravo Bulls who arrived on 5 May 1965, only me<br />
and 27 others hadn’t been wounded in one way or<br />
another, or killed.”<br />
“Tomorrow, Tuesday, July 27, President Johnson will<br />
determine how many more men will be sent to <strong>Vietnam</strong>.<br />
There is talk that the force will be at least 200,000. All<br />
units in Michigan are ready, as well as in other parts of<br />
the country. They say that bombing will be increased<br />
and I predict that the missile sites are going to be<br />
destroyed sooner or later. I hope they add more men to<br />
your area and I think they will. Bien Hoa is an<br />
important area because it is close to Saigon.”<br />
From Larry’s dad.<br />
“Christmas was coming up and so packages were<br />
arriving like crazy and everyone was sending cards and<br />
letters wishing Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I<br />
got eight packages in one day alone and it seemed as if<br />
everyone was baking and sending cookies. With the<br />
wishes came lots of thanks to all of us for our sacrifices.<br />
People back home sounded guilty for having things so<br />
good. Several more “Mail Call <strong>Vietnam</strong>” cards arrived<br />
from people we didn’t know. It was a month in which we<br />
had our share of sebacks, including my friend, Romiro<br />
Rodriguez, being killed by a bullet through the head.”<br />
This is the photo<br />
taken when I<br />
‘officially’ greeted<br />
Jo Collins on behalf<br />
of Co. B. I<br />
originally thought it<br />
was a wire photo or<br />
perhaps one of<br />
Playboy’s own, but<br />
apparently it was an Army photo. I can barely read the<br />
I.D. on the back and it appears to say it was taken Jan. 15,<br />
1966, by PFC Bernie Zamecki.<br />
We understand a limited supply of Larry’s book remains<br />
available. To order a personalized copy of “Thank you<br />
for fighting the bad people,” email Larry at:<br />
rto173rd@wowway.com<br />
Served with the 2/<strong>503d</strong> in <strong>Vietnam</strong>? Wrote a book<br />
about the <strong>Vietnam</strong> War? Send us details and we’ll<br />
include them in the newsletter. Ed<br />
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Dear Sky Soldiers:<br />
On behalf of all members of<br />
South Carolina Chapter 30 and<br />
the 2010 Reunion Committee, I<br />
cordially invite you to make<br />
every effort to attend this years<br />
reunion at Avista Resort in<br />
North Myrtle Beach SC. We<br />
have worked countless hours<br />
to provide you an unforgettable<br />
experience. LTC Hal Nobles, 3/<strong>503d</strong><br />
The centerpiece of this years reunion includes an<br />
interactive presentation by five enlisted men and one<br />
officer from the 503 rd PRCT who fought in the Pacific<br />
during WWII. We are in contact with the History<br />
Channel in hopes of having their presentations filmed for<br />
historical purposes and possible later airing. Time has<br />
been set-aside for Q&A and an opportunity to compare<br />
their war experiences to ours. We will be honoring these<br />
incredible men the night of our banquet.<br />
We have decided to waive late fees in order to encourage<br />
each of you to join us for this extraordinary event as well<br />
as other planned activities. A parachute jump by the<br />
Army’s Golden Knights and a block party featuring the<br />
82 nd Airborne Choir in concert is scheduled. Also<br />
available is the option to visit historic Charleston SC and<br />
an aircraft carrier from WWII, the USS Yorktown.<br />
For our golfers, we still have room in the golf<br />
tournament. PTSD seminars will be provided by two<br />
renowned experts on the illness as well. This year’s<br />
banquet will feature a Southern-style buffet in a unique<br />
and casual atmosphere.<br />
Please visit our website www.173rd2010reunion.com<br />
for complete details and registering information, or use<br />
the registration form provided in this newsletter.<br />
In closing, allow me to thank those who have registered<br />
and remind others it’s not too late to make plans to join<br />
the fun and this once in a life time gathering of three<br />
generations of 503 rd paratroopers.<br />
Airborne, All the way!<br />
Hal Nobles<br />
Chairman<br />
2010 Reunion Committee<br />
Army Golden Knights<br />
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SKY SOLDIERS TO DROP IN ON THE<br />
GRAND STRAND<br />
Elements of the 173d Airborne Brigade Association will<br />
conduct special operations in and around the province of<br />
North Myrtle Beach, SC. The operations are to kick off<br />
2 June 2010. The Paratroopers are expected to<br />
accomplish their mission by 6 June 2010 (D-day<br />
anniversary). A recon company (SC Chapter 30, led by<br />
retired LTC Hal Nobles), has moved in, secured high<br />
ground and set up base camp at Avista Resort<br />
located at coordinates 300 North Ocean Boulevard,<br />
North Myrtle Beach, SC 29852. R&R casualties<br />
are expected to be heavy, so pack your rucksack,<br />
fill your canteens and prepare to move forward.<br />
AS A TOKEN OF OUR<br />
APPRECIATION, SC CHAPTER<br />
30 WOULD LIKE TO PRESENT<br />
THE FOLLOWING GIFTS TO<br />
ALL PAID REGISTRANTS:<br />
Men: Please enjoy a leather duffel bag and<br />
patriotic polo shirt, both with embroidered logos.<br />
The duffel bag measures 21″ x 12″ x 12″ with two<br />
zippered side pockets and a large front pocket and<br />
holds up to 100 lbs.<br />
Ladies: It’s our pleasure to present you with a<br />
quality canvas zippered tote bag, which measures<br />
18″w x 15″h. Also included are a matching<br />
patriotic polo shirt and visor. All items feature<br />
embroidered logos.<br />
Activities: Registration fee includes admission to a<br />
banquet with a guest speaker, buffet-style dinner and<br />
live entertainment. These activities will take place at the<br />
House of Blues, located along the White Pointe Swash<br />
stretch of ocean thought to have been a favorite hiding<br />
spot for famous pirates. House of Blues Myrtle Beach<br />
opened in 1997 and is built to resemble a Southern<br />
farmhouse with adjoining tobacco warehouse. The<br />
music hall is covered in authentic tin from an old<br />
tobacco barn from Jackson, Mississippi. In keeping with<br />
North Myrtle Beach atmosphere, dress for this event will<br />
be very casual.<br />
Adoption Program: We also encourage you to<br />
participate in our Sky Soldier Adoption Program. At<br />
each reunion we have active duty Sky Soldiers fly in<br />
from overseas. They personally must pay airfare, hotel,<br />
meal and reunion fees, which can cost thousands of<br />
dollars. We try to offset their cost by giving them a<br />
discount on these fees. You can help by purchasing a<br />
meal voucher for our active duty Sky Soldiers. Please<br />
consider contributing to this program! These young Sky<br />
Soldiers will appreciate this tremendously, and you will<br />
reap the reward by giving! See the registration form on<br />
our web site www.173rdreunion2010.com to donate.<br />
Avista Resort, North Myrtle Beach, SC<br />
Vendors: Also included in the registration fee is access<br />
to the vendors’ area, hospitality room, PTSD seminar,<br />
and cookout with a parachute jump on the beach by the<br />
Army’s Golden Knights. Buses will be provided to take<br />
attendees from Avista Resort to nearby shopping and<br />
attractions.<br />
Accommodations: Avista Resort in North Myrtle<br />
Beach will serve as headquarters for the reunion. The<br />
oceanfront resort features 1, 2 and 3-bedroom condos,<br />
indoor and outdoor pools, fitness center, and more.<br />
Hotel accommodations are not included in the reunion<br />
registration fee; however, all attendees will be given a<br />
special group rate. To make reservations, call<br />
1-800-968-8986 and use reservation code 1317183.<br />
(continued…..)<br />
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Oceanside Pool Area at the Avista<br />
USS Yorktown, Charleston, South Carolina<br />
Day trip: Don’t miss our day trip to Historic<br />
Charleston, South Carolina! Cost includes<br />
transportation to/from Charleston, a visit to Patriots<br />
Point Naval & Maritime Museum, home of the USS<br />
Yorktown, a horse-drawn carriage ride through<br />
Charleston’s historic district and a drink and box snack<br />
for the ride home. There will also be a stop at the<br />
historic city market for lunch and shopping on your own.<br />
See the registration form to sign up. For complete<br />
details, including online registration, online hotel<br />
reservations, itinerary, and who’s attending, please visit<br />
our website at: www.173rdreunion2010.com<br />
Should you have any further questions, please feel free<br />
to contact me at the number below.<br />
Wayne Bowers, C&D 2/<strong>503d</strong> ‘67-‘68<br />
173d Airborne Brigade Association<br />
SC Chapter 30, 803-237-3169<br />
Sky soldiers….FALL IN!!<br />
173d AIRBORNE BRIGADE<br />
ASSOCIATION<br />
TENTATIVE 2010 REUNION SCHEDULE<br />
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 2, 2010<br />
09:00 - 17:00 - Registration - Ballroom C<br />
09:00 - Until? - Vendor Tables - Ballroom A<br />
09:00 - 24:00 - Hospitality Room - Ballroom B<br />
18:00 - 20:00 - Welcome Reception - Pool Plaza Area<br />
18:00 - 19:00 - Active Duty Briefing - Loc. TBD<br />
18:00 - 20:00 - Association President’s Reception<br />
Ballroom C<br />
19:00 - Until? - Mini-Reunions (Each unit to organize<br />
their own gathering)<br />
THURSDAY, JUNE 3, 2010<br />
07:00 - 08:00 - Eagles Nest Golf Tournament<br />
Transportation<br />
08:00 - 17:00 - Charleston Bus Trip<br />
09:00 - Until? - Eagles Nest Golf Tournament<br />
09:00 - 17:00 - Registration - Ballroom C<br />
09:00 - Until? - Vendor Tables - Ballroom A<br />
09:00 - 24:00 - Hospitality Room - Ballroom B<br />
17:30 - Until? - Golden Knights Jump on LZ North<br />
Myrtle Beach; Concert to follow<br />
FRIDAY, JUNE 4, 2010<br />
07:00 - 09:00 - Gold Star Family Reception and<br />
Breakfast - Tree Top Lounge<br />
09:00 - 12:00 - Board of Directors Meeting - Tree Top<br />
Lounge<br />
09:00 - 17:00 - Registration - Ballroom C<br />
09:00 - Until? - Vendor Tables - Ballroom A<br />
09:00 - 11:00 - Hospitality Room - Ballroom B<br />
12:00 - 15:30 - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder<br />
Seminars - Tree Top Lounge<br />
16:00 - 17:30 - Interactive Presentation by WWII<br />
503rd vets - Ballroom B<br />
18:00 - 24:00 - Hospitality Room - Ballroom B<br />
SATURDAY, JUNE 5, 2010<br />
08:30 - 12:00 - General Membership Meeting -<br />
Ballrooms A/B/C Theater Style<br />
08:30 - 10:00 - Ladies’ Event - Tree Top Lounge<br />
09:00 - 12:00 - Registration - Mezzanine Area -<br />
Second Level<br />
12:30 - Until? - Vendor Tables - Ballroom A<br />
12:30 - 24:00 - Hospitality Room - Ballroom B<br />
16:00 - 17:00 - Transportation from Avista Hotel to<br />
House Of Blues<br />
16:30 - 17:30 - Cocktail Hour<br />
17:30 - 19:00 - Color Guard/National Anthem/<br />
Speakers<br />
19:00 - 20:30 - Dinner<br />
20:30 - 23:00 - Dancing<br />
20:30 - 23:30 - Transportation to Avista Hotel<br />
SUNDAY, JUNE 6, 2010<br />
08:00 - 09:00 - Memorial Service - Pool Plaza Area<br />
at North Lawn<br />
(In case of rain - Ballroom C)<br />
09:00 - LZ North Myrtle Beach Closes -<br />
Mission Complete<br />
House of Blues, Myrtle Beach<br />
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PTSD Fact Sheet<br />
What is Posttraumatic Stress Disorder?<br />
Posttraumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD, is a psychiatric<br />
disorder that can occur following the experience or<br />
witnessing of life-threatening events such as military<br />
combat, natural disasters, terrorist incidents, serious<br />
accidents, or violent personal assaults like rape. People<br />
who suffer from PTSD often relive the experience through<br />
nightmares and flashbacks, have difficulty sleeping, and<br />
feel detached or estranged, and these symptoms can be<br />
severe enough and last long enough to significantly impair<br />
the person's daily life.<br />
PTSD is marked by clear biological changes as well as<br />
psychological symptoms. PTSD is complicated by the fact<br />
that it frequently occurs in conjunction with related<br />
disorders such as depression, substance abuse, problems of<br />
memory and cognition, and other problems of physical and<br />
mental health. The disorder is also associated with<br />
impairment of the person's ability to function in social or<br />
family life, including occupational instability, marital<br />
problems and divorces, family discord, and difficulties in<br />
parenting.<br />
Understanding PTSD<br />
PTSD is not a new disorder. There are written accounts of<br />
similar symptoms that go back to ancient times, and there is<br />
clear documentation in the historical medical literature<br />
starting with the Civil War, when a PTSD-like disorder was<br />
known as "Da Costa's Syndrome." There are particularly<br />
good descriptions of posttraumatic stress symptoms in the<br />
medical literature on combat veterans of World War II and<br />
on Holocaust survivors.<br />
Careful research and documentation of PTSD began in<br />
earnest after the <strong>Vietnam</strong> War. The National <strong>Vietnam</strong><br />
Veterans Readjustment Study estimated in 1988 that the<br />
prevalence of PTSD in that group was 15.2% at that time<br />
and that 30% had experienced the disorder at some point<br />
since returning from <strong>Vietnam</strong>.<br />
PTSD has subsequently been observed in all veteran<br />
populations that have been studied, including World War<br />
II, Korean conflict, and Persian Gulf populations, and in<br />
United Nations peacekeeping forces deployed to other war<br />
zones around the world. There are remarkably similar<br />
findings of PTSD in military veterans in other countries.<br />
For example, Australian <strong>Vietnam</strong> veterans experience<br />
many of the same symptoms that American <strong>Vietnam</strong><br />
veterans experience.<br />
PTSD is not only a problem for veterans, however.<br />
Although there are unique cultural and gender-based<br />
aspects of the disorder, it occurs in men and women, adults<br />
and children, Western and non-Western cultural groups,<br />
and all socioeconomic strata. A national study of American<br />
civilians conducted in 1995 estimated that the lifetime<br />
prevalence of PTSD was 5% in men and 10% in women.<br />
Hey Trooper. You think you are alone? You’re not.<br />
Help is available brother. You earned it, you deserve<br />
it, and you’re entitled to it. Help is there for the<br />
asking.<br />
FREE PTSD AWARENESS<br />
SESSIONS TO BE HELD AT THE<br />
173d REUNION IN NORTH<br />
MYRTLE BEACH THIS JUNE<br />
The difficult thing about confronting this illness is, it<br />
demands you look at yourself and your life. It requires<br />
you to uncover your demons; it necessitates you<br />
admitting you have some problems; and the hardest<br />
damn thing of all is, it forces you to ask for help....the<br />
one thing most of us have never been good at doing.<br />
While there is no magic cure or pill you can take for Post<br />
Traumatic Stress Disorder, there is treatment available<br />
which will better help you, and your bride or companion,<br />
and your kids, live with it.<br />
A unique opportunity will be made available to us all,<br />
including our partners, at the reunion this coming June.<br />
Dr. Scott Fairchild (ex LTC 82 nd Airborne), and Col.<br />
Judy Mathewson (active Air Force), are recognized and<br />
renown experts on the illness and in treating vets and<br />
their spouses.<br />
Sessions will be held on Friday, June 4, from noon to<br />
3:30 p.m. in the Tree Top Lounge, and include:<br />
PTSD BASICS<br />
VA DISABILITY PROCESS<br />
RELATIONSHIP ISSUES - COUPLES<br />
RELATIONSHIP ISSUES - VETS<br />
RELATIONSHIP ISSUES - SPOUSES/PARTNERS<br />
Doc Scott and Col. Judy will walk us through what<br />
PTSD is, the countless ways it manifests itself in our<br />
daily lives, ways many of us are unaware. They’ll<br />
explain treatment options available through the VA and<br />
in the private sector, and will provide answers to our<br />
questions, even those questions we don’t know to ask.<br />
Also addressed will be the many issues facing spouses<br />
and partners of combat vets who knowingly or<br />
unknowingly have been impacted by their vet’s time at<br />
war, and how these relationships can be improved and<br />
even saved. Learn about the VA claim process available<br />
to us as we seek treatment and compensation for this<br />
disability.<br />
Please do yourself, your wife, your kids and your<br />
grandkids a favor, attend these sessions.<br />
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PTSD SESSION LEADERS<br />
AT 173d REUNION IN NORTH MYRTLE BEACH, SC THIS COMING JUNE<br />
“Colonel Judy”<br />
Judith.mathewson@patrick.af.mil<br />
LTC Judith J. Mathewson began her military career as an<br />
enlisted member in 1986 in the Alaska Air National Guard,<br />
Anchorage, AK. She earned her commission at the Academy of<br />
Military Science, Knoxville, TN in 1987 and served as the<br />
Social Actions Officer from 1987 through 1992. Next, she<br />
became the State Social Actions Officer, Information<br />
Management Officer, and was chosen as Executive Officer for<br />
the Commander, Air National Guard. She served as the State<br />
Plans Officer, crafting the AK Air National Guard Strategic<br />
Plan. She was chosen to attend the Air War College in-<br />
residence at Maxwell Air Force Base, Montgomery, AL and<br />
earned her Master’s in Strategic Military Studies. She was the<br />
recipient of the Air War College Activities Award and earned<br />
the Air Force Community Service medal for volunteering in the<br />
local Montgomery schools and community. LTC Mathewson<br />
taught special needs students in the Anchorage School District<br />
and created a peer mediation/conflict resolution program to help<br />
students resolve disagreements at the lowest level. She taught<br />
“English as a Second Language” for two summers in Poland,<br />
and taught diversity skills to students in rural Alaskan<br />
communities. She was instrumental in starting the AK Troops<br />
Teachers Program to meet the needs of the rural Alaskan<br />
communities' teacher shortfalls. LTC Mathewson retired<br />
from the public education system in 2001. She served in the<br />
Elmendorf AFB Public Affairs Office, and later planned a high<br />
visibility conference with Secretary of Defense Cohen for the<br />
United States Air Force Counter-Proliferation Center. LTC<br />
Mathewson was a Topical Research Intern for the Department<br />
of Defense Equal Opportunity Management Institute (DEOMI)<br />
with emphasis on Asian American culture. She holds a Master’s<br />
degree in Guidance and Counseling, Special Education, and is<br />
completing her dissertation for her Ph.D. in Marital and<br />
Family Therapy. She serves as Program Manager for the<br />
Equal Opportunity Reserve Components Program and Air<br />
National Guard Liaison at DEOMI, Patrick AFB, FL. Colonel<br />
Judy has lead numerous PTSD treatment programs for our 173d<br />
troopers and their spouses.<br />
“Doc Scott”<br />
info@baytreebehavioral.com<br />
Dr. Scott Fairchild is a licensed psychologist who<br />
operates Baytree Behavioral Health in Melbourne, Florida,<br />
and was the Founder and Co-Director of the Stress, Trauma<br />
and Acute Response (STAR) Team for Kennedy Space Center.<br />
Additionally, he has founded Welcome Home Vets, Inc., a not-<br />
for-profit organization operating in Brevard County, FL to<br />
support returning Florida veterans with their transition and<br />
reintegration into the community.<br />
Dr. Fairchild served 21 years on active duty with the Army<br />
Medical Department from 1975 to 1996, and retired as a<br />
Lieutenant Colonel. While on active duty, he worked in combat<br />
health care administration for half of his career, before complet-<br />
ing his Doctorate of Psychology at the University of Denver and<br />
his internship at Walter Reed Army Medical Center in 1989 and<br />
entering clinical practice.<br />
Dr. Fairchild completed his doctoral work on Human Interaction<br />
in Space Travel and Space Operations and also later trained in<br />
Aviation Psychology serving with Aviation and Airborne units.<br />
He was selected for the first congressionally mandated<br />
Psychopharmacology Demonstration Project, which trained<br />
active duty psychologists to prescribe medications.<br />
Dr. Fairchild specializes in working with Posttraumatic Stress<br />
Disorder primarily in Veterans who come from across the<br />
country for evaluations and treatment. He has worked with<br />
PTSD, mood disorders, ADHD, dementia and Alzheimer’s<br />
disease, as well as other brain-based disorders. He has been a<br />
strong supporter of technology to identify and treat emotional<br />
disorders. He has most recently teamed with Synaptic<br />
Connections to bring advanced neuro-assessment and treatment<br />
tools to the Brevard County area to serve the needs of patients<br />
throught the entire Southeast.<br />
Doc Scott has treated 173d troopers from throughout the<br />
country. The Doc was a paratrooper with the 82 nd Abn.<br />
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ABOUT PTSD<br />
You’re not alone<br />
“Some days, I just don’t know if I can make it to the next<br />
day…. I’ve been suckin’ it up for so long.”<br />
Remember when you got back from ‘Nam and a lot<br />
of people were sayin’ “You’re different”? Remember<br />
how you thought something was wrong with THEM<br />
or that you were just born to be an asshole?<br />
“I went to <strong>Vietnam</strong> a young boy and I came back<br />
an old man.”<br />
“My body came home, but my mind it still<br />
there.”<br />
Remember the hard drinking you did just to<br />
keep the damn lid on the nightmares and keep<br />
the flashbacks away or get at least a couple<br />
hours of sleep?<br />
“Sleep, what’s that?”<br />
“The only way I can get to sleep is with my best<br />
friend, Jack Daniels.”<br />
“The other day someone asked me when I was in<br />
<strong>Vietnam</strong>. I told them last night and every night.”<br />
Remember how you worked three jobs and kept busy<br />
as hell, just to not think about the stuff?<br />
“Hell, I was never home. If I had time on my hands, I’d<br />
just end up either drinking or thinking, or drinking to<br />
stop thinking.”<br />
Remember how you saw shit no young man, or old<br />
man for that matter, should ever see?<br />
“Those assigned under me in Iraq…….They were kids.<br />
Twelve weeks ago they were at Publix asking if you<br />
wanted paper or plastic, now I’m sending them back in<br />
body bags.”<br />
“I woke up choking her and I didn’t even know where I<br />
was. I was sweating like a horse after a race.”<br />
“Some days I’m just numb. Most days I just don’t give a<br />
shit.”<br />
“I guess it all started when I sailed to England on the<br />
Queen Mary chased by German U-boats. Then is was<br />
the beach landings in Sicily and Africa and the Battle of<br />
the Bulge and Normandy.”<br />
Remember when you thought you had this stuff in<br />
check and then you retired and it came up and hit<br />
you like a Tsunami wave?<br />
“I get so pissed for no good reason. I can go from zero<br />
to a hundred and ten in a heartbeat.”<br />
“Since I stopped working, it has hit me like a brick. I<br />
just can’t get it outta my head.”<br />
“I stay at home, so I don’t end up in jail. I don’t want to<br />
be around anybody.”<br />
Remember the days when you wished you just<br />
couldn’t remember any more?<br />
“I go out in the woods for days just to get it out of my<br />
head.”<br />
The <strong>Vietnam</strong> veteran has an average of 3.8 wives.<br />
Relationships following repeated deployments to Iraq<br />
and Afghanistan are falling apart in 90 days.<br />
“I don’t want to be around anyone anymore.”<br />
“Why can’t she just learn to leave me alone?”<br />
What are some of my brothers sayin’ about the help<br />
they got?<br />
“It took at least six brothers to tell me before I went and<br />
got some help.”<br />
“Finally, I had a name for it.”<br />
“It (treatment) saved my marriage.”<br />
“I’m still an asshole, but at least I know how to handle<br />
with it.”<br />
(continued....)<br />
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“It never goes away completely, but at least I can live<br />
with myself now and others can be around me. I’ve got<br />
some control over it.”<br />
“For the longest time, I thought I was alone....the only<br />
one who was screwed up.”<br />
Why should I get paid for something that happened<br />
so long ago?<br />
“When I got my back pay from the VA, I felt good for<br />
about 15 minutes, then I realized it didn’t take away the<br />
PTSD.”<br />
“It [compensation] is a small token for the price I paid,<br />
a small Welcome Home for the Welcome Home I didn’t<br />
get.”<br />
“It’s not about the money, it’s about somebody<br />
recognizing my sacrifice and how it messed up my life.”<br />
PTSD has existed since the beginning of time. It<br />
wasn’t until about 20 years ago, we began to identify<br />
the constellation of symptoms that include reexperiencing<br />
(reliving), avoidance and emotional<br />
numbing, and persistent arousal (always on edge)<br />
and have a name for it.<br />
LEARNING TO COPE<br />
Over 75% of the individuals who come to see us don’t<br />
believe they have PTSD. When they leave they have<br />
a name for the wildness of all of these years and also<br />
they have some directions for how to get help.<br />
If you have plans to attend the reunion at North<br />
Myrtle Beach, we encourage you (and your<br />
spouse/partner) to join us on Friday June 4 th , to hear<br />
some genuine testimonies from your fellow<br />
paratroopers and their partners and to learn some<br />
effective ways to wrestle with some of those PTSD<br />
demons.<br />
[Airborne Psychologist Scott Fairchild, LTC, US<br />
Army (ret) and LTC Judith Mathewson (active US<br />
Air Force Guard) will conduct PTSD awareness and<br />
VA Claim Process sessions from 12:00 – 15:30 ]<br />
We will also have a brief PTSD questionnaire which<br />
can be scored on site and confidentially tell you<br />
whether you have PTSD or not and how severe it<br />
might be.<br />
So….stand-up, hook-up, shuffle to the door and make<br />
an important decision to drop by and see us.<br />
Keep your feet n’ knees together,<br />
Airborne brother,<br />
Doc Scott Fairchild<br />
LTC, 82 nd Airborne (Ret)<br />
Dr. of Psychology<br />
Baytree Behavioral Health<br />
1370 Bedford Drive, Suite 106<br />
Melbourne, FL 32940<br />
Phn: 321-253-8887, Eml: BaytreeBehHlth@aol.com<br />
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OUR WWII 503rd PRCT<br />
GUESTS<br />
We’re pleased and honored to announce<br />
we have named the five guest paratroopers and their<br />
companions, and the widow of a paratrooper, Mrs.<br />
Margee Linton, wife of the late Maurice “Sleepy”<br />
Linton, of the WWII 503 rd PRCT who fought in the<br />
Pacific, and who will be attending the 173d Airborne<br />
Brigade reunion in North Myrtle Beach, SC in June.<br />
We’re including brief bios on each man, and invite<br />
everyone attending to meet with and welcome these<br />
paratroopers to our reunion.<br />
Special recognition is due many for helping cause to<br />
happen what will surely be an historical event;<br />
paratroopers of the 503 rd coming together from WWII,<br />
Korea, <strong>Vietnam</strong> and wars in the Middle East, for what<br />
we believe may well be the first time ever, yet hopefully<br />
not the last.<br />
Particular thanks goes to troopers Wayne Bowers<br />
(2/503), Eddie Hair (1/503), Hal Nobles (3/503) and<br />
Tom Hanson (3/503) and their fellow reunion<br />
organizing committee members of SC Chapter 30 for<br />
their tireless work in preparation for this year’s reunion<br />
and their special efforts in connection with welcoming<br />
our WWII brothers to the reunion.<br />
Yet, these able men and their associates did not do this<br />
alone. Paul Whitman, an Aussie living in Manila who<br />
manages the 503 rd P.R.C.T. Heritage Battalion web site,<br />
and Nancy Young, secretary of the 503 rd association,<br />
played instrumental roles in helping coordinate this<br />
worthy endeavor.<br />
But, none of this could have happened without the direct<br />
financial support of the following 173d troopers and<br />
friends of the 173d & 503rd. Singularly and together,<br />
these good people have demonstrated the<br />
“AIRBORNE SPIRIT”<br />
IS WELL AND ALIVE!<br />
Kevin Austin (173d)<br />
Tim Austin (3/503)<br />
Jim Bailey (2/503)<br />
Gordon Baker (173d)<br />
Jesse Beachman (4/503)<br />
Dave Beal (2/503)<br />
Bob Beemer (2/503)<br />
Bill Berry (173d Eng.)<br />
Gayle Bethea (2/503 spouse)<br />
Jim Bethea (2/503)<br />
Jerry Bethke (2/503)<br />
Walter Bills (2/503)<br />
LTC Blanken (173d)<br />
Don Bliss (Caspers)<br />
Pat Bowe (2/503)<br />
Wayne Bowers (2/503)<br />
Mike Broderick (2/503)<br />
Bob Bruce (1/503)<br />
Dave Canady (2/503)<br />
Abel Candia (2/503)<br />
Bob Carmichael (2/503)<br />
Ed Carns (2/503)<br />
Mike Carver (2/503)<br />
Jimmy Castillo (2/503)<br />
Chuck Cean (3/503)<br />
John Chester (E/58 LRP)<br />
Jim Chieco (2/503)<br />
John Civitts (2/503)<br />
Bob Clark (5 th SF)<br />
Butch Clark (2/503)<br />
Harry Cleland (2/503)<br />
Tim Cloonan (173d Med)<br />
Bob Cockerill (173d)<br />
Dave Colbert (2/503)<br />
George Colson (2/503)<br />
Wambi Cook (2/503)<br />
Virgil Cooley (2/503)<br />
Gene Councelman (1/503)<br />
Buzz Cox (2/503)<br />
Ken Cox (173d)<br />
Larry Cox (2/503)<br />
Reed Cundiff<br />
Woody Davis (2/503)<br />
Gary Davidson (2/503)<br />
Gary Cucinitti (1/503)<br />
Reed Cundiff (173d LRRP)<br />
Gary Davidson (2/503)<br />
Woody Davis (2/503)<br />
George Dexter (2/503)<br />
Matt DeZee (N75 Rangers)<br />
Roger Dick (2/503)<br />
Tom Dooley (2/503)<br />
Jim Dresser (2/503)<br />
Frank Dukes (2/503)<br />
Mark Dunlap (2/503)<br />
Ken Eastman (2/503)<br />
Paul Epley (Bde PIO)<br />
Tony Esposito (2/503)<br />
Scott Fairchild (82 nd Abn)<br />
Paul Fisher (3/503)<br />
FL Chapter (173d)<br />
Bob Fleming (2/503)<br />
Craig Ford (1/503)<br />
Rick Fred (2/503)<br />
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Les Fuller (2/503)<br />
A.B. Garcia (2/503)<br />
Tony Geishauser (Cowboys)<br />
Jim Gettel (2/503)<br />
Steve Goodman (2/503)<br />
Jim Gore (2/503)<br />
Johnny Graham (2/503)<br />
Gary Granade (E-Troop)<br />
Joe Gray (2/503)<br />
Jim Green (2/503)<br />
B.F. Griffard (2/503)<br />
Dave Griffin (2/503)<br />
Mike Guthrie (2/503)<br />
Steve Haber (2/503)<br />
Eddie Hair (1/503)<br />
Larry Hampton (1/503)<br />
Tom Hanson (3/503)<br />
Mike Hargadon (2/503)<br />
Mike Harris (2/503)<br />
Barry “Bear” Hart (2/503)<br />
Jerry Hassler (2/503)<br />
Jim Healy (2/503)<br />
Robt. ‘twin’ Henriksen<br />
(N/CO Rangers)<br />
Dennis Hill (1/503 & 3/503)<br />
Wayne Hoitt (2/503)<br />
Ken Kaplan (2/503)<br />
Ed Kearney (2/503)<br />
Bill Knapp (2/503)<br />
Skip Kniley (3/319)<br />
Gary Kozdron (1/503)<br />
Joe Lamb (2/503)<br />
Virgil Lamb (2/503)<br />
John Leppelman (173d)<br />
Dave Linkenhoker (2/503)<br />
Joe Logan (2/503)<br />
Roy Lombardo (2/503)<br />
Bob “Luke” Lucas (2/503)<br />
Art Martinez (2/503)<br />
Frank Martinez (173d)<br />
Mike McMillan (4/503)<br />
Bill Metheny (4/503)<br />
Dave Milton (2/503)<br />
James Montague (2/503)<br />
James Mullaney (503 rd )<br />
Rick Navarrete (2/503)<br />
Butch Nery (173d)<br />
Bill Nicholls (2/503)<br />
Jerry Nissley (2/503)<br />
Hal Nobles (3/503)<br />
Dave Norman (2/503)<br />
Ben Oakley (2/503)<br />
Dale Olson 2/503)<br />
Larry Paladino (2/503)<br />
Ed Perkins (173d)<br />
Marcus Powell (2/503)<br />
Anonymous (2/503)<br />
Ed Privette (2/503)<br />
Court Prisk (3/319)<br />
Gary Prisk (2/503)<br />
Ed Privette (2/503)<br />
Jim & Julie Quick (2/503)<br />
Ken Redding (2/503)<br />
Dan Reed (2/503)<br />
Paul Reed (173d)<br />
Bill Reynolds (2/503)<br />
Jack Ribera (2/503)<br />
Don Rice (2/503)<br />
Floyd Riester (Bde HQ)<br />
Jim Robinson (2/503)<br />
Lee Robinson (2/503)<br />
Don Rockholt (2/503)<br />
Andy Russell (2/503)<br />
Walter Russo (173d)<br />
Nick Sabree (5 th SF)<br />
San Diego 173d Abn. Assoc.<br />
Jack Schimpf (2/503)<br />
Roy Scott (3/319)<br />
http://corregidor.org/heritage_battalion/nycum/chx_alt<br />
For its successful capture of <strong>Corregidor</strong>, the 503rd was awarded a<br />
Presidential Unit Citation (US)and received its nickname,<br />
“THE ROCK REGIMENT”.<br />
AIRBORNE! ALL THE WAY!!<br />
John Searcy (2/503)<br />
Tom Siopes (2/503)<br />
Mike Sirmeyer (Cav)<br />
Pat Sirmeyer (E-Troop)<br />
Arvil Sirvula (2/503)<br />
Steve Skolochenko (173 Spt)<br />
Ken Smith (2/503)<br />
Lew Smith (2/503)<br />
Ron Smith (2/503)<br />
Ralph Southard (2/503)<br />
Larry Speed (1/503)<br />
Dennis Stanerson (3/503)<br />
Jimmy Stanford (2/503)<br />
George Stapleton (173d)<br />
Jim Stephens (3/319)<br />
Sam Stewart (2/503)<br />
Mike Sturges (2/503)<br />
Ed Swauger (2/503)<br />
Pat “Tad” Tadina (173d)<br />
Gus Thomas (1/503)<br />
Ted Thompson (2/503)<br />
Wes Thompson (173d Eng.)<br />
Thunderbird Chapter (173d)<br />
Joel Trenkle (2/503)<br />
Alton Turner (2/503)<br />
Steve Vargo (2/503)<br />
Terrel Vickery (2/503, 75th)<br />
Bill Vose (2/503)<br />
Dave Walker (Rngr/LRRP)<br />
William Wallace (173d)<br />
Bob Warfield (2/503)<br />
Russ Webb (2/503)<br />
Bill White (2/503)<br />
Jerry Wiles (2/503)<br />
R.R. Will (173d)<br />
Ron Woodley (173d)<br />
Pat Wright (2/503 & 4/503)<br />
Ray “Zac” Zaconne (2/503)<br />
Dwight Zimmerman (173d)<br />
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While at the 173d reunion in North Myrtle Beach don’t miss this opportunity to meet with paratroopers of the<br />
503 rd PRCT who fought throughout the Pacific and made the historical jump in to <strong>Corregidor</strong>.<br />
Moderator:<br />
TONY GEISHAUSER<br />
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~ HONORED WWII 503rd PRCT GUEST ~<br />
Charles E. Breit (Chuck),<br />
was born December 25,<br />
1925, in Philadelphia, PA.<br />
At age 17 he enlisted in the<br />
Army in May, 1943. He<br />
took his basic training at<br />
Camp Croft, SC, during<br />
which time he volunteered<br />
for the paratroops. Chuck<br />
started jump school at Ft.<br />
Benning, GA in early 1944,<br />
and upon completion<br />
volunteered for demolition<br />
training (at age 16 he had<br />
prior experience in<br />
demolitions working for the Chuck Breit<br />
Cleveland Wrecking Company<br />
in Philadelphia and Camden, NJ).<br />
In October 1944, he shipped overseas to New Guinea<br />
where he joined the 503 rd PRCT. He then went to<br />
Mindoro, Philippines, where he was assigned to Regt. Hdq.<br />
Co., demolition platoon. Then <strong>Corregidor</strong>. Chuck’s job<br />
there was demolition and he was a flame-thrower man. He<br />
landed in a shell hole right in front of the long barracks<br />
which was his mission to secure. Upon landing the<br />
demolition groups gathered together and did just that.<br />
After two weeks of bitter fighting the island was secured by<br />
the Rock Force. Chuck was proud to serve as one of<br />
General MacArthur’s honor guards along with his assistant<br />
flame-thrower, Johnnie Banks. He was there to watch<br />
(then) Col. Jones say to General MacArthur, “Sir, I present<br />
you the fortress <strong>Corregidor</strong>.”<br />
After Chuck landed he marked the spot and later was able<br />
to retrieve his chute and sent it home with a wounded<br />
comrade, Cpl. Vincent A. Minkler. It now stands in the<br />
National Infantry Museum at Fort Benning, GA, where it is<br />
a memorial to all the members of the 503 who jumped on<br />
<strong>Corregidor</strong> Island. Returning to <strong>Corregidor</strong> 50 years later<br />
with his wife Dee, he found the shell hole still there. “Cold<br />
chills and deja vu indeed,” he thought.<br />
After his discharge on February 10, 1946, Chuck joined<br />
with a 17 th airborne vet and formed an air show, “Bobby<br />
Ward’s Sky Devils,” which lasted about three years.<br />
Utilizing his paratrooper training he performed delayed<br />
drops, wing walking and other stunts at fairs and carnivals<br />
all across the country. His partner had been an automobile<br />
Charles (Chuck) E. Breit<br />
stunt driver prior to the war so that was added to their<br />
repertoire. They then joined “Kochman’s World Champion<br />
Hell Drivers” performing head-on collisions, ice crashes<br />
and numerous other stunts. Chuck also doubled for Clark<br />
Gable in one of his movies.<br />
The show wintered in Miami, FL, and in 1952 Chuck met<br />
another ex-paratrooper from the European theatre who was<br />
working as a painter of radio and t.v. towers. Now ready to<br />
leave the road and<br />
wanting a warm<br />
climate, they joined<br />
forces and in 1952 he<br />
founded “Breit’s<br />
Tower Service.”<br />
BTS remains the<br />
oldest tower<br />
company in the<br />
southeast today under<br />
the direction of his<br />
son.<br />
Chuck retired in<br />
1996, and he and Dee<br />
were finally able to<br />
leave the Miami life<br />
in the fast lane to a Chuck, driving the girls crazy!<br />
place in west central<br />
Florida on a beautiful river. He stays very busy with home<br />
renovation projects and restoration of their 1940 45’ ELCO<br />
yacht upon which they lived for 25 years in Coconut<br />
Grove, FL.<br />
Chuck has stayed active and involved in the 503 rd PRCT<br />
Association WWII, serving as national president from<br />
1991-1993, and again from 2006-2008, and is a current<br />
board member. He is also the Deep South Chapter<br />
president and has been for 6 years. Chuck and Dee have a<br />
contented life and enjoy travel and visits from old friends.<br />
Interesting anecdote regarding Chuck:<br />
My wife was standing next to me when I opened the envelope<br />
with Chuck’s brief bio and photos. Before reading his bio, she<br />
picked up his photos and looked at the picture of him in his<br />
chute and said, “He looks like Clark Gable!” Ed<br />
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~ HONORED WWII 503rd PRCT GUEST ~<br />
Tony Cicchino<br />
Regrettably, we were unable to obtain Tony’s bio and photos in time to make the newsletter.<br />
Instead, included is this interesting report about the Bob Hope Show on Noemfoor, Island.<br />
Many of us were fortunate to attend his show in <strong>Vietnam</strong>.<br />
For what it is worth, I remember Bob<br />
Hope’s visit to Noemfoor very well.<br />
The 462nd was with the 503 RCT on<br />
the opposite end of the island from<br />
where his show was to be held. Fighting was over and<br />
we were only bothered by Piss Call Charlie during the<br />
night. The Island was pretty secure by this time. Most<br />
of the CT went up to see the show.<br />
This was a march of about 7 - 9 miles on this little<br />
muddy road running thru the jungle.<br />
The show was held on a stage in front of a cleared hill.<br />
About 6 to 7000 soldiers. Some Navy personnel. Hope<br />
had Jerry Colona, Frances Langford, and a girl named<br />
Patsy (Thompson?) a dancer wearing a black one piece<br />
costume with pink trim at the bottom and around the top.<br />
Wow, what a sight for a bunch<br />
of filthy soldiers. It was a great<br />
show and I believe every man<br />
who saw it carried away<br />
wonderful thanks for Bob<br />
Hope's efforts on our part.<br />
Sure was worth the walk.<br />
Arlis Kline, Major<br />
CO of 462 nd P.F.A.B.<br />
The USO<br />
show was set<br />
up near the<br />
runway. "G"<br />
Co. was<br />
bivouacked just to the rear. All<br />
of us appreciated Frances<br />
Langford more than we did Bob Hope or Gerry Colona.<br />
We hadn't seen fair women for several months. There<br />
were a lot of loaded guns, and nothing to shoot at.<br />
Hope got us laughing easily, but he had to tell us jokes<br />
first to do it. All the gals had to do for a round of cheers,<br />
Langford especially, was just be there."<br />
Chet Nycum<br />
"G" Company<br />
I had a very good seat about 50 rows or<br />
so from stage. I could clearly see the<br />
faces and Jerry's mustache. I'm amazed<br />
that we had so many troops there. Far<br />
more than I remember. As I recall there were reported<br />
snipers still around. Fills a gap in my memory.<br />
Thanks....great shot.<br />
Paul Turley<br />
“F” Company<br />
Panorama by Charles Morford<br />
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~ HONORED WWII 503rd PRCT GUEST ~<br />
Second Lieutenant Cleland, along<br />
with 12 other replacement<br />
lieutenants, joined the 503 rd<br />
Parachute Infantry Regimental<br />
Combat Team on Negros Island,<br />
the Philippines in June 1945. He<br />
was assigned to the regimental<br />
Headquarters Company as<br />
Assistant Demolitions Platoon<br />
Leader and later became the<br />
Demolitions Platoon Leader. After MG John Cleland<br />
the Japanese surrender in August 1945,<br />
2 nd Lt. Cleland was placed in charge of the POW<br />
compound at Bacolod, the Capitol of Negros Province,<br />
with responsibility for securing, billeting, feeding and<br />
then transporting some 2,500 Japanese POWs to the port<br />
of Dumaguette for shipment to Leyte. When the<br />
Regiment was deactivated in October, 2 nd Lt. Cleland<br />
was assigned to the 11 th Airborne Davison in Japan.<br />
Major General John Cleland retired from the United<br />
States Army in 1980 after 37 years of active service. He<br />
enlisted at the age of 17 and, after service as an enlisted<br />
man, was commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant of Infantry<br />
from the Infantry Officer Candidate School.<br />
John is a Master Parachutist and has been awarded the<br />
Combat Infantry Badge in three wars. His decorations<br />
include the distinguished Service Medal with oak leaf<br />
cluster, the Silver Star Medal, the Defense Superior<br />
Service Medal, the Legion of Merit with three oak leaf<br />
clusters, the Bronze Star Medal and the Purple Heart<br />
Medal with oak leaf cluster. MG Cleland is a member of<br />
the US Army Infantry Hall of Fame and is a<br />
Distinguished Member of his WWII, Korean War and<br />
<strong>Vietnam</strong> War Regiments.<br />
MG Cleland holds a Bachelor of General Education<br />
degree from Omaha University, a Master of Science<br />
degree in Foreign Relations from George Washington<br />
University and is a graduate of the US Army War<br />
College. He has completed the Harvard University<br />
Program for Senior Managers in Government and is<br />
a member of PHI Alpha Theta, the National Honor<br />
Society in History.<br />
John Cleland<br />
After retiring from the US Army John worked for<br />
20 years as a Defense Analyst and Independent<br />
Consultant to private Industry. He is a resident of<br />
Melbourne, Florida. He has also been active in the<br />
civilian community, serving on the boards of a number<br />
of national and local institutions. He has served as<br />
Commodore of the Eau Gallie Yacht Club and as<br />
Senior Warden of Holy Apostles Episcopal Church.<br />
MG Cleland has devoted an immense amount of time<br />
and energy to the Cape Canaveral Chapter of the<br />
MOAA. He was the chapter president for 1984 and also<br />
for 1985. He served on the national MOAA Board of<br />
Directors from 1990 to 1996.<br />
He was the chapter’s<br />
Legislative Committee chair<br />
for four years and the<br />
Awards Program chair for<br />
four years. He initiated the<br />
annual Past-Presidents<br />
Dinner/Dance that<br />
recognizes the service of the<br />
chapter’s past presidents. He<br />
began the MOAACC Gold<br />
Bar program for graduating<br />
FIT ROTC students. He is<br />
an invaluable part of the<br />
Speakers Program and is the<br />
guest speaker at numerous<br />
civic, community and<br />
fraternal organizations.<br />
John is married to the former<br />
Clara Webster Kehoe of<br />
Bealeton, Virginia. They first met in Korea where 1st<br />
LT Kehoe was an Army Nurse serving with the 1st<br />
Mobile Army Surgical Hospital (MASH), and he was a<br />
patient prior to being medically evacuated to Walter<br />
Reed Army Hospital. After completing her tour of duty<br />
in Korea, 1st LT Kehoe was assigned to Walter Reed<br />
Army Hospital where they met again and were<br />
married. They have five children. Three sons have<br />
served as officers in the United States Army.<br />
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~ HONORED WWII 503rd PRCT GUEST ~<br />
Paul Hinds<br />
Paul L. Hinds joned the 503 rd in early 1942 at Ft.<br />
Benning, GA and was transferred to Ft. Bragg, NC for<br />
training during the summer prior to deployment to the<br />
Pacific Theater of Operations. He sailed from the west<br />
coast on Oct. 20, 1942 and landed in Australia on Dec.<br />
2, after 42 days aboard the aging Poelau Laut. The<br />
unusually long time at sea was a result of the captain’s<br />
adamant refusal to sail with a convoy. In Paul’s<br />
words.....<br />
“The 503rd PRCT was one lean, mean<br />
fighting machine. Anyone doubting that<br />
statement should contact the Gatekeeper of<br />
Hell to request an interview with one of the<br />
hundreds of enemy that our paratroopers<br />
sent there.”<br />
They zip-zagged across the Pacific to evade the Japanese<br />
submarines which infested the waters like sharks. Paul<br />
was with 2000 troopers sleeping in the ship’s hold,<br />
packed in like sardines. They had only 2 meals per day,<br />
but on Thanksgiving they were served a feast which<br />
filled both sides of their mess kits. By that time their<br />
stomachs had shrunk to such a degree the excessive<br />
quantity of food, partnered with the pitch and roll of the<br />
small ship, caused many troopers to become sick.<br />
Paul L. Hinds<br />
Paul’s only combat jump<br />
occurred on July 4, 1944, one<br />
national holiday he will never<br />
forget! Upon exiting the<br />
aircraft his M-1 rifle became<br />
entangled in the parachute’s<br />
risers and created pain in his<br />
left shoulder.<br />
Then, to make matters worse,<br />
he landed in a mud hole on the<br />
gravelled airport runway.<br />
When he stood up, he was<br />
cussin’ up a blue streak. Paul<br />
turned around and who should<br />
be standing beside him? None<br />
other than the regimental<br />
chaplain, whose wry smile<br />
indicated that all was forgiven.<br />
On the morning after the<br />
initial jump on <strong>Corregidor</strong> in<br />
Feb. 1945, he flew over the<br />
island on a resupply mission.<br />
After having pushed the<br />
supplies out of the Gooney<br />
Bird (C-47), Paul took Paul, after 503 rd captured<br />
several pictures of the topside the airstrip on<br />
by standing in the door with Noemfoor Island.<br />
no parachute, steadied only by<br />
the lieutenant grasping his belt with one hand while<br />
holding onto the static line with the other. “Fortunately,<br />
he had a good, strong grip!!!”<br />
After surving 33 months, many of which were spent<br />
in the hot, mosquito-ridden, snake-infested jungles of<br />
New Guinea and several of the islands of the Philip-<br />
pines, he returned to the United States in August of<br />
1945. “I was aboard the first troop ship to arrive in San<br />
Francisco after the Japanese surrender. What a<br />
Glorious Day!!<br />
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~ HONORED WWII 503rd PRCT GUEST ~<br />
Charley Hylton<br />
Charley W. Hylton was born January 9, 1922, in<br />
Swordscreek, Virginia. He was the 2nd of sixteen<br />
children. His father was a coal miner. Charley enlisted<br />
in the Army on January 18, 1940, just nine days after his<br />
18th birthday. Even though his father had provided well<br />
for the family while working in the mines, Charley<br />
decided at an early age that coal mining was not for him<br />
so he joined the Army seeking better opportunities.<br />
His first assignment was the 12th Infantry in<br />
Washington, DC with the Special Services at Arlington<br />
Cemetery. Later he was assigned to Fort Jackson, SC<br />
with the 8th Division. (While there, he met and later<br />
married his first wife, Willye Grey Meetze. They had<br />
two children). He was reassigned from the 8th to the<br />
77th Division. Charley volunteered for paratroop<br />
training. After qualifying as a paratrooper at Fort<br />
Benning, GA, he was sent overseas as a replacement in<br />
the 503rd. The 503rd was in Brisbane, Australia when<br />
he joined them. He sailed aboard the Monticello, a<br />
converted Italian liner, for 31 days to get to Brisbane.<br />
The ship had in excess of 4,500 personnel on board.<br />
Charley stayed with the 503rd in all their operations<br />
until August of 1945. He was in “E” Company.<br />
Charley W. Hylton<br />
They went first to Noemfoor, then to Mindoro, and then<br />
jumped on <strong>Corregidor</strong>. After that, they went back to<br />
Mindoro and then Negros, where he served as a Scout<br />
for his Platoon. He was a Tech Sergeant when released<br />
in August of 1945 after rotating home on the point<br />
system. He was aboard ship on the way home (three<br />
days out of San Francisco), when the bomb ending the<br />
war was dropped on Hiroshima.<br />
After returning home, he worked maintenance in a<br />
cotton mill for a while and then started his own business<br />
doing plumbing and electrical work. He retired from<br />
that business when he was 64. He and Edith, his wife of<br />
seven years, live in West Columbia, SC.<br />
One sharp lookin’ Sarge.<br />
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~ HONORED WWII 503rd PRCT TROOPER ~<br />
Maurice Linton Margee Linton<br />
Maurice Linton was born March 21, 1919 in Jacksonville,<br />
Florida. He moved to Orlando, Florida in 1924. He went<br />
through Orlando schools and graduated in 1939. He<br />
received a full football scholarship to Rollins College in<br />
Winter Park, FL. He joined the Florida National Guard and<br />
was assigned to Co. K 124 Infantry. Much to his surprise,<br />
the National Guard activated!<br />
When Maurice heard paratroopers were drawing $50.00 per<br />
month in extra pay, he signed-up and graduated from jump<br />
school at Fort Benning, GA. He was transferred to Fort<br />
Bragg, NC. The 503rd was formed and he was assigned to<br />
Company G.<br />
The unit was sent to Australia via Panama to pick-up the<br />
501st Bn. In Gordonvale, Australia the unit trained for<br />
many months. His first combat jump was in New Guinea.<br />
He often talked about the times he spent in the jungle for<br />
days without food and shelter. He contracted malaria,<br />
along with many other tropical diseases. After the second<br />
jump in New Guinea, they went on to the Philippine<br />
Islands.<br />
On February 16, 1945, he was transported by landing craft<br />
to the Island of <strong>Corregidor</strong> and immediately in to combat.<br />
One of his memories was helping evacuate the wounded<br />
men from company A after the explosion on Monkey Point.<br />
Maurice loved to fight but was known to catch a minute of<br />
sleep at every opportunity, thus he acquired the nickname<br />
"Sleepy." He was scheduled to leave from Negros Island<br />
when the war ended. He finally arrived back at Camp<br />
Blanding, Florida on November 25, 1945.<br />
In Memory of Maurice (Sleepy) Linton<br />
Maurice loved Florida and wanted to settle down. He<br />
married Margee Bowden on June 9, 1946, and started a<br />
family. In June of 1948 he decided to return to the military.<br />
He was assigned to Co. H 505th Bn, 82nd Airborne<br />
Division, at Fort Bragg, NC.<br />
He served a tour of duty in Korea. Upon returning in<br />
1956, he was assigned to Fort Campbell, KY. When the<br />
101st Airborne Division reactivated, he served three years<br />
in the 325th Engineer Bn. After a tour in Germany, he<br />
returned to Fort Bragg, NC. He retired September 1, 1963,<br />
and returned to Orlando.<br />
Maurice was active in the 503rd Association as<br />
Secretary/Treasurer for many years. On December<br />
6, 2005 he was invited to represent the 503rd at Fort<br />
Carson, CO for the Change of Command of the 1st<br />
Battalion (air assault), 503rd Infantry Regiment after the<br />
unit returned from Iraq.<br />
Maurice "Sleepy" Linton passed away December 8, 2007.<br />
He is survived by his wife and five children, 10<br />
grandchildren and 10 great-grandchildren.<br />
Representing Sleepy at the 173d Airborne reunion this year<br />
will be his loving wife Margee Linton.<br />
~ ONE HELLOFA PARATROOPER ~<br />
Maurice (Sleepy) Linton, G Company 503 rd , WWII.<br />
We were told he probably would have fought us<br />
had we called him Maurice. I believe it! Ed<br />
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~ HONORED WWII 503rd PRCT GUEST ~<br />
Chester (Chet) Nycum was born 24 May 1921 in North<br />
Braddock, PA and joined the Army QMC in May 1939, just<br />
shortly after he turned 18. Army life was good to him, but<br />
lacked the challenge that an advertisement recruiting for<br />
parachute troops promised. Would he stay safe with the<br />
QMC or join the Paratroops? He commenced training at<br />
Ft. Benning, GA in August 1941, before there was a system<br />
of class numbers. After a six week Pacific cruise to<br />
Australia in an old Dutch tub, his military and jungle<br />
training continued in Australia at Gordonvale, North<br />
Queensland. He enjoyed the “outback” and developed<br />
bushcraft skills in Australia which helped him survive as a<br />
platoon scout.<br />
Within a week of arriving in Port Moresby, New Guinea,<br />
he became personally acquainted with malaria, dysentery<br />
and ran a fever to 106 degrees. Three for the price of one!<br />
He thus missed the Markham Valley Operation.<br />
Chet’s first combat mission was on Hollandia, New Guinea<br />
followed by Noemfoor, Mindoro, <strong>Corregidor</strong>, and finally<br />
Negros Island. After 3 years in the jungle as a lead scout<br />
he was discharged on points just weeks prior to the war<br />
ending. He’s written of his war experiences at<br />
http://corregidor.org/heritage_battalion/nycum/chx_alt.html<br />
Chester (Chet) W. Nycum<br />
Chet took Engineering on the GI Bill, and worked a variety<br />
of engineering jobs from production line supervisor to<br />
engineer at WSID Radio in Baltimore. His career changed<br />
when he was hired by Westinghouse Electric Corp., where<br />
he spent over 30 years working as the supervisor of ‘test<br />
and calibration of working standards’ and field<br />
troubleshooting airborne electronics. He retired at the age<br />
of 65 and remains active with the American Legion. He<br />
collects rare audio recordings, and considers that the<br />
Internet has given him a fresh lease on life. Margaret, his<br />
wife of 68 years, died in 2008. Chet now enjoys the single<br />
life. He lives not far away from the front gates of Fort<br />
Belvoir, MD.<br />
Chet ready for qualifying jump at Fort Benning, GA.<br />
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~ HONORING OUR WWII 503rd TROOPERS ~<br />
Moderating the meeting with men of the 503 rd PRCT,<br />
will be Tony Geishauser.<br />
After three and a half years in the US Marine Corps<br />
Reserve and attending college in Maine, Tony was bored<br />
with college and wanted adventure flying helicopters in<br />
<strong>Vietnam</strong> in 1966. It didn’t matter that he had never seen<br />
a helicopter up close and personal before that time. The<br />
Army radio ads were doing their job and enticed him to<br />
sign up and be all he could be.<br />
Tony was lucky enough to be assigned to Company A,<br />
82nd Aviation Battalion - known as the “Cowboys.”<br />
Based out of Bien Hoa, <strong>Vietnam</strong>, their primary mission<br />
was to fly combat and support missions for the 173rd<br />
Airborne Brigade.<br />
Moderator<br />
Tony Geishauser<br />
On Tony’s first combat flight in <strong>Vietnam</strong>, he was flying<br />
in a flight of four helicopters with his best friend from<br />
flight school in the helicopter behind him. Just before<br />
landing at a “secured” LZ, Tony’s flight was taken under<br />
fire by a lone VC firing an AK-47. The helicopter in<br />
front of him was hit and the one with his friend, Jim, in<br />
it was hit. Tony soon found out his friend was shot in<br />
the head and killed instantly on his first flight.<br />
Tony went on to support his beloved “Sky Soldiers”<br />
after that tragic first flight. The largest battle he was a<br />
part of was on Operation Silver City in War Zone D.<br />
His helicopter was loaded with hot A rations for the<br />
2/<strong>503d</strong> that was located in an LZ area called Zulu Zulu.<br />
Unknown by anyone at the time, the battalion was<br />
surrounded by nearly 2,000 VC and NVA regulars.<br />
Tony’s helicopter was shot down almost as soon as it<br />
arrived which began an epic battle where upwards of 500<br />
NVA and VC were killed to the 2/503rd’s 11 KIA and<br />
over 200 WIA.<br />
Tony retired as a<br />
major and a<br />
Master Army<br />
Aviator and has<br />
had a successful<br />
Public Relations<br />
and Media<br />
relations career in<br />
Texas.<br />
Tony, a young<br />
chooper pilot in<br />
Vietman, 1966.<br />
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Sent in by Jack (Jackattack) Ribera, A/2/<strong>503d</strong><br />
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THE PASSING CAPTAINS<br />
By Tony Sierra<br />
D Company, 503 rd PRCT<br />
Tony<br />
Fifty Decembers have passed…<br />
many of them memorable and as in<br />
every one’s life many things transpired<br />
in those periods. Keepsakes of those<br />
cold months have faded like a newly dipped paintbrush<br />
rubbed backwards to the first month. However, it is that<br />
first December standing out as the dominant period<br />
when my life’s emotions crested.<br />
Tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick…this was the<br />
merest sound daring to penetrate the solid wall of silence<br />
dominating the neighborhood where I was raised.<br />
Nothing tainted the sky; not a speck of light, not the<br />
tiniest reflection from the ocean of neon bulbs over the<br />
city only blocks away.<br />
Despair and nostalgia slowed me from pressing the<br />
doorbell, as I walked onto the mat astride my Mama’s<br />
front step. Standing before the closed door I conceded it<br />
was fitting the grandfather clock my brother sent years<br />
ago from Germany seemed to run in reverse. After an<br />
eternity away, I returned home this December seeking to<br />
resurrect my youth. Four years had past since last I was<br />
here.<br />
“Dios mio, you are here! Hold me before I drop,<br />
no lo creo, I cannot believe it is you.” Mama squeezed<br />
me with all the strength her heart possessed and shed<br />
tears depressed within her for several years. “Hijo, you<br />
look so marvelous, like a dream…you make a wonderful<br />
Captain with all your ribbons and medals.”<br />
For moments I could say nothing but in the end<br />
I said, “Mama, I am only a Sergeant but whatever I am<br />
does not count. Only that I am here is important.”<br />
The hearts of men come, perhaps rather more<br />
often than those of women, to steep places down<br />
which the least touch will cause them to hurl<br />
themselves.<br />
I flopped on a chair, held Mama as close as I<br />
could and sensed her sobbing against my ribbons and<br />
in her chest was a vigorous pounding. At the<br />
moment all the war things were forgotten and I<br />
whimpered like a baby. I had returned home and<br />
only the clock’s weird ticking and our wailing<br />
disturbed our reverie<br />
As fate decreed, life levelled off a few months<br />
after some of us returned from our wars and others<br />
from their own pursuits. As time went on the<br />
euphoria passed with the appropriate celebrations and<br />
the predictable hangovers. Shortly the days once<br />
again aligned themselves into old routines and in<br />
many cases newer forms of them. We were entering an<br />
era where new Captains were coming forth. Not the<br />
Captains familiar to me, with the medals, ribbons and<br />
the silver bars as Mama had misjudged on the night of<br />
my return, but rather a new breed I thought as Captains<br />
of a new forward movement.<br />
In my telling of events of that long past December<br />
and other forty nine ones following, I use the title<br />
“Captain” generically, I classify my comrades of that era<br />
strong hearted, visionary and courageous, whether they<br />
carried the rifle as I did or not. In my perception we<br />
were all Captains, even if some wore metallic rankings,<br />
others wore cloth stripes while most wore only their<br />
common uniform and what their soul and heart brought<br />
from their naive adolescent years. Additionally, some in<br />
time rose to such high rankings it is difficult to believe<br />
all this really occurred when viewed from my<br />
perspective after the passage of so many decades.<br />
Once the national war time adrenaline, which had<br />
shot so high, returned to normal the race was on to do<br />
things we never dreamed possible. The country sped in<br />
all directions with such intensity that hardly anyone was<br />
left behind. And the drivers of these movements were<br />
the same Captains who had driven the war to a<br />
tremendous victory; it was incredible that many had<br />
risen from such humble beginnings.<br />
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Photo taken at Port Moresby airstrip after Nadzab jump.<br />
October or November 1943. This is one of the regiment’s<br />
original squads. It shows a typical, ragtag group of<br />
outstanding troopers. By mid 1945 the entire squad, with<br />
one exception, Tony Sierra, was gone.<br />
And now my Captains became engrossed mainly<br />
in one thing, to get back step by step, the parts of their<br />
life lost or destroyed, by friend or foe, and pay<br />
themselves for everything they had dared and endured.<br />
As there was a Captain in every town and home, they<br />
became a portent.<br />
Politicians feared or wondered at them, planners<br />
and new businessmen served them and themselves<br />
through them.<br />
For they were the new country, the relentless spirit<br />
built in those horrible days when so many battles were<br />
on, never really knowing who was winning, one side or<br />
the other; they were that spirit that forgets nothing, but<br />
maintains itself amid all disasters, and necessities. For<br />
they were perhaps the most concrete expression of our<br />
country’s instinctive survival in spite of its own<br />
perversity and ignorance.<br />
Never in my wildest dream, especially during the<br />
“foxhole” days, did I envision amounting to anything<br />
more than what my forefathers had been. There was<br />
honor in their labor, but that is what it was “labor” and I<br />
together with millions of others anticipated we would<br />
return to only that. What else could we expect? Many<br />
as in my case had never completed high school. And the<br />
entire country was swamped with guys like me with the<br />
military stars still in our eyes never thinking all this<br />
would end one day and the day approached faster than<br />
any of us imagined.<br />
But subtly, while each of us had been about our<br />
“war business,” this enterprise itself planted a seed<br />
within us which was to render a greater service to the<br />
country and in a special way to our families far<br />
exceeding the just-past melodrama of the turmoiled<br />
world.<br />
As each of us strived to once again return to<br />
normal affairs we slowly realized whatever we tried,<br />
even whatever aspirations entered our heads appeared<br />
too mundane, too far beneath the tremendousness of<br />
what we had been through.<br />
This is not to say every one was of the same<br />
sentiment. A great number were able to return to the<br />
exact position and place they had left, almost as if they<br />
had merely taken off for a long weekend and whatever<br />
tools they used in their labors had barely cooled from the<br />
heat of their hands. Looking back over this more than<br />
fifty years, I would estimate about half the men<br />
returning, came to the spot they had left. Thousands of<br />
them married the girls they kissed goodbye when they<br />
boarded the gangplanks and in some cases lived out their<br />
lives in the house where they were raised and was<br />
possibly next door to where the girl kissed at the<br />
gangplank lived.<br />
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These contented returnees were Captains, in their<br />
own quiet way. Over the years when we ruminated<br />
together we conceded life was such that the “quiet little<br />
man” frequently carried not only his own load but often<br />
the load of some one above him. We deemed successful<br />
a mortar barrage, not only for the gunner’s accuracy, but<br />
due in great part to the guy who trudged<br />
beside him for miles overloaded almost to<br />
exhaustion with the ammunition. This<br />
was as true in civilian life as it was in the<br />
military.<br />
In life there rarely is a momentous<br />
gain without some corresponding return<br />
payment. Often at moments it seems the<br />
payment exceeds the gain. But this is an<br />
untruth; a crutch for the failure of those<br />
unwilling to exert their all in search of<br />
some gain. These were not genuine<br />
Captains; not the Captains I speak<br />
of…those who refused to make this<br />
payment. However, in the main most of<br />
the men remained Captains.<br />
I remained as close to my own<br />
buddies as if we had never left the<br />
foxholes. I was amazed at how well they did. In most<br />
cases they succeeded mightily in whatever they had<br />
attempted. Many were entrepreneurs; others advanced<br />
up in the professions, medicine, education, finance and<br />
other endeavors. A few wrote books, others managed<br />
corporations and some even became endeared<br />
politicians. Not all materially enriched themselves or<br />
moved in prominent circles but once again in their own<br />
quiet way like the ammunition carrier, they achieved<br />
some measure of accomplishment.<br />
In time the country fleetingly called us “the<br />
greatest generation” and for a while a certain celebrity<br />
status was rendered. Books were written, movies were<br />
filmed, and television embraced the entire enterprise as<br />
if they had been asleep while all this was happening.<br />
Nearly every community went on a monument building<br />
binge, wanting to be first to grand stand with showy<br />
monuments and soon nearly every park in the country<br />
had its own WWII veterans’ homage.<br />
A natural phenomena; likes attract and the<br />
Captains met from time to time in their own groups,<br />
separate, but intrinsically joined as cells are in the<br />
totality of a body. Each told and retold his story. The<br />
details differed, but the profundity of the experience was<br />
all the same. That is why they were Captains.<br />
One infantryman would recount, “hell, I was a<br />
scout deep in the jungle in the Pacific. We were there<br />
already for ten days and it had never quit raining.<br />
Everything was soaked and all I saw was my second<br />
scout. You and I are the only two humans in this whole<br />
world, we could just disappear and no one would ever<br />
know what happened to us. What the hell are we doing<br />
here? Where is the Army and where are the Generals?”<br />
D Company troopers, 503 rd PRCT<br />
There was no end to the incredible events, “I was<br />
a paratrooper and my buddy was impaled on a tree<br />
stump on a night jump. The trunk ran through his entire<br />
body, from his nuts to his neck. The medics had to cut<br />
him in half to remove him.”<br />
Another said, “I was a submariner when we went<br />
into Tokyo bay, we sank a big ship. Our other sub was<br />
lost, my kid brother was a torpedo man on it.”<br />
Another sobbed when he related, “I was first<br />
sergeant of the company that scaled the cliffs on Utah<br />
Beach. We had ninety men in the outfit. Only twenty<br />
made it. One who did not make it was my brother, he<br />
was a squad leader.”<br />
“The plane was on fire, half the fuselage gone, I<br />
leaped, never jumped a chute before. I was a prisoner<br />
for the rest of the war. I lasted on potatoes and<br />
whatever leaves we could scavenge. I cannot tell you<br />
how cold it was, even today I have not warmed.”<br />
The telling went on and on every year at the<br />
reunions, over his drinks individual Captains’ eyes<br />
would moisten when stories like these were murmured:<br />
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‘The overloaded lead men dropped off the ramp on<br />
D-Day and never came up. The first man clearing land<br />
mines blew up and I was next, the Indian imprisoned for<br />
three years working the coal mines of Mongolia and<br />
hungering for the greasy meat of the rats abiding there.<br />
‘The ultimate exterminators’” he joshed, “‘we cleaned<br />
those tunnels of all its rats’; the tank driver who lost two<br />
arms when the tank burned out.” Over the decades of<br />
telling they built an encyclopedia not believed by most<br />
who were not Captains.<br />
But the interests of Americans are fleeting. The<br />
moment the super bowl ends next year’s teams are<br />
already in debate. And so as the shadows of age crept<br />
toward the Captains their status and positions were also<br />
already in question.<br />
A man’s pilgrimage through this world is never a<br />
smooth trip, no matter the road he chooses. It is a roller<br />
coaster ride, a joining of ups, downs, jerks and sudden<br />
starts. One can never foretell if the car will stop while<br />
the ride is on the high or tumble down derailed,<br />
uncontrolled. The years and their affairs subtly ebb so<br />
slyly; we are often asleep hardly ever waking up to<br />
them.<br />
The years passed and the generation matured. The<br />
world rotated in its slow ordinary way and we counted<br />
on gravity and fate to maintain our own balance, but<br />
even so I still saw my comrades flourishing, for in my<br />
heart they remained invincible.<br />
But just as mighty oaks one day must fall and the<br />
cliffs of Gibraltar must in the end crumble into the sea,<br />
so did the Captains’ destinies abate. They were ageing<br />
and night was creeping upon them.<br />
It is money that moves people’s sentiments and<br />
consciousness. Even if there had been sadness with the<br />
absence of the Captains, the very nature of the war and<br />
its requirements had set for those at home a tone of<br />
living never before seen. However, even amid all this<br />
splendor, some Captains never became involved in all<br />
this mishmash. Their hearts were left somewhere<br />
amongst the explosions.<br />
But the money, like the adrenaline, could not<br />
persist forever as a consequence of the war.<br />
Nevertheless, within several decades affluency had<br />
stabilized and most people, except the Captains, forgot<br />
the war and its characters. The monuments so<br />
enthusiastically built stood rusting and fading, collecting<br />
dust. Not too harshly, imperceptibly, but steadily the<br />
Captains lost their gloss.<br />
Great rivers like the Amazon, the Nile, the Rhine<br />
and others have for centuries hidden their places of birth,<br />
even today experts are unable to agree where each<br />
begin. Did they start in some obscure spring, in some<br />
underground flow from a mountain lake or from a<br />
collection of insignificant rivulets joined in some hidden<br />
dale? No one can say for sure.<br />
Under like circumstances the erosion of the<br />
reverence to the aging Captains began. No significant<br />
politician or other personage openly took contrary<br />
positions concerning them but a doubtful aura, a<br />
questionable attitude was sensed permeating our society;<br />
invading the country. Again no one could say for sure<br />
where all these begin, like the mysterious sources of the<br />
rivers.<br />
The Captains had years ago shown their courage,<br />
their staying power and their resolve. But nothing can<br />
ever stop or even slow the spinning of time’s hourly<br />
hands. So it was taking its toll on the Captains. Those<br />
who attained higher status were first to realize their<br />
down turning. They had further to fall. The rest, who in<br />
their own way had also succeeded but might not have<br />
reached notoriety, likewise faded but since they suffered<br />
only a short fall somehow they acquiesced in a milder<br />
manner.<br />
Day by day they abandoned their civilian duties,<br />
their businesses, their government positions, their jobs<br />
with the inevitable skimpy golden parachutes and<br />
whatever else had occupied them since the days of their<br />
youthful Captaincies. Many of the most hardy hung on<br />
longer than they should and even if “the spirit was<br />
willing, the flesh was weak”. But in the end the coming<br />
of each new moon clearly signaled their time was<br />
nearing its low point on that uncertain roller coaster that<br />
they had mounted so many decades ago.<br />
Once they were looked up to. Folks sought them<br />
out, to talk of how things were then and to seek advice.<br />
Children yearned to hear of the Great War. To their<br />
families they were champions. Their sons and daughters<br />
embraced them with great gusto not just courteous hugs.<br />
The grandchildren always rushed to find “grandpa”.<br />
Aside from all this, there were their buddies and the<br />
reunions and other gatherings. They came in the early<br />
years by the hundreds, anxious to meet at the<br />
“hospitality rooms” and to tell of their grown families<br />
and other personal things. They came to talk of little<br />
Jimmy and how he was now a cardiac surgeon. They<br />
elated to talk of the successes of the offsprings, as if that<br />
was an armor against the attack of age confronting them.<br />
However, when one or two drinks were consumed<br />
there was a fading in their delivery. Behind the bravado<br />
of how well things were going was a dimness. Hardly a<br />
word was said about them. The Captains. Each year the<br />
talks appeared darker.<br />
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The hint of future ventures and plans and projected<br />
visits appeared but only as cover-ups for the way life<br />
was treating them now.<br />
At the homes they had bought with so much<br />
sacrifice, when functions were held more often than not<br />
they were politely seated at far ends or even in corners,<br />
so as not to embarrass affluent guests with their farts and<br />
their belches; or not to brag too much of their climb of<br />
Mount Suribachi to visitors unknown to the Captain. It<br />
was a mere step from the attic where the “crazy aunt”<br />
had been hidden in the old days. What a blow to the<br />
Captain who had stormed the beach at Normandy. In<br />
whispers, it was even talked of confiscating his driver’s<br />
license. His grandson, newly licensed, would come<br />
every three or four days, maybe.<br />
And what of the remaining Captains? What do<br />
they say?<br />
Recently I stood curbside during an emotional<br />
patriotic parade. The Marine band, splendid in their<br />
uniforms played the Marine Hymn as the unfurled Flag<br />
gloriously waved in a gentle breeze. I asked another<br />
aged Captain, older than I, what he felt about all this and<br />
about his service in the Corps, which I knew had been a<br />
horrendous experience for him. He wiped a tear from<br />
his eye and responded, “in spite of the hypocrisy in our<br />
current society, I’ve had a marvellous life. But my one<br />
shinning moment in all this, one that no one can ever<br />
take away, were my years in the service. I am so proud<br />
of having served and even knowing how terrifying it all<br />
was, I would do it again if I could.”<br />
And now regularly one of the old paratroopers<br />
passes on. In the beginning his burial was a patriotic<br />
revelation, all who heard of him came. Some travelled<br />
even across the country to hear the nostalgically familiar<br />
sounding of taps. Every one shed tears. Often there was<br />
not enough room in the churches. One could hear the<br />
rattling of the Catholic rosary beads. It brought tears to<br />
the Captains who memorialized these rattlings from their<br />
times on the C47 planes and the landing barges, decades<br />
ago.<br />
But now, at these demises we are hard pressed to<br />
beg someone to come to these burials and blow some<br />
bugle and to ceremonially fold our flag and to render<br />
some words about one of the disappearing Captains.<br />
This task should be getting easier, for it won’t be long<br />
before it will not have to be done. Fifteen hundred every<br />
day. The Captains.<br />
~ A SOLDIER REMEMBERED ~<br />
Here are some photos sent to me by<br />
Betty Slowe Olen, sister of one of the<br />
Pfc rifleman killed on Negros. I<br />
unexpectedly convened with her in San<br />
Diego and a connection was set.<br />
She was a younger sister<br />
when Slowe was with the<br />
the 503rd. Benny Slowe<br />
and I trained in the same<br />
jump class and ended up<br />
in the same platoon with<br />
the regiment. Only the<br />
joining in the same squad<br />
was unachieved.<br />
Slowe was an incredibly<br />
boyish looking trooper,<br />
fresh out of high school.<br />
Of course so were many PFC Benjamin Slowe<br />
others. I have conjectured he<br />
was killed due to his desire to excel as a soldier and<br />
hence dared beyond most of us. He was a wonderful<br />
young man and is typical of the unexhalted troopers of<br />
that era.<br />
Pfc. Slowe was machined gunned on an obscure ridge in<br />
the rain on May 2nd, 1945 on the Island of Negros. I<br />
cite him because he was additionally a great soldier on<br />
<strong>Corregidor</strong>, particularly on the 19 th of February during<br />
Lt. Endo's Banzai charge.<br />
He is interred in the military cemetery, International<br />
Falls, Minnesota. It gives me the impulse to some day<br />
visit him and recall his service with the regiment.<br />
Tony Sierra<br />
D Co., <strong>503d</strong> PRCT<br />
MORE ON THE<br />
CORREGIDOR JUMP<br />
Of the 2065 men of both lifts, about 280, or approximately<br />
13.5 percent, were killed or severely injured. Of<br />
these, 2 [ex A Co., 504th PIR] were injured on landing,<br />
and another 50 wounded either in the air or on<br />
grounding. Some 180 had to be evacuated and<br />
hospitalized. Three men who suffered malfunctions and<br />
two who swung into the sides of buildings, were killed,<br />
and an unfortunate eight – mostly men who blew over<br />
the cliffs and landed in front of Japanese caves – were<br />
slain in the air or before they could get out of their<br />
chutes. Six remained missing after the final count was<br />
taken.<br />
James H. & William M. Belote - <strong>Corregidor</strong>,<br />
“The Stirring Saga of a Mighty Fortress,” Playboy Press<br />
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Landing on <strong>Corregidor</strong>...The Rock<br />
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CORREGIDOR STORY<br />
CONCLUDES<br />
Following is the conclusion to Chet Nycum’s story<br />
about <strong>Corregidor</strong>. The first part of his story, “Day 1<br />
- The Jump,” appears in Issue 14 of our newsletter.<br />
~ CORREGIDOR DAY 2 ~<br />
Each soldier sees and<br />
remembers his own war. I am<br />
proud to have served with the<br />
men of the 503 PRCT. Being<br />
fresh from the farm, and one of<br />
lowest in rank, no one had any<br />
reason to inform me of where I<br />
was going or what I could expect<br />
when I got there, even though<br />
our purpose was quite clear. It's<br />
now 58 years later and my<br />
memories remain vivid. This is<br />
my war as I remember it, the<br />
one that still invades my dreams.<br />
Fate Intervenes<br />
Focus is a relative thing.<br />
Memory is always playing some tricks,<br />
and though I am in the process of<br />
auditing mine, I am still hazy on some<br />
of the sequences myself. The overall sequences across<br />
the entire island, across several days, which I need to<br />
memorize as if I was some omnipotent witness from the<br />
clouds, omnipresent at every action, still give me<br />
trouble.<br />
The passage of time on <strong>Corregidor</strong> is so difficult to<br />
remember -- there were two sorts of men on <strong>Corregidor</strong><br />
- the ones who lived (and died) assiduously by time,<br />
recording its passage by the minute, writing it down in<br />
their diaries, on the backs of little pieces of paper, on the<br />
backs of maps etc. - and the rest of us, who let it flow<br />
over us like a tide, unrecorded, in which we were<br />
immersed by its passage around us, inundated by the fact<br />
that it continued for us, yet ceased to run for so many<br />
men on both sides. Time was a current in which we<br />
were swirled around by happenings in which the days<br />
and the minutes, the seconds and the hours seemed to<br />
have no meaning anymore, and no relationship to each<br />
other. We marvelled at how for some it came to an end<br />
all too briefly, bushido spirit be damned! <strong>Corregidor</strong><br />
was even then a place where my own measurements of<br />
time were registered in now's, next's and suddenly's,<br />
rather than days, hours and minutes. After it was all<br />
over, the experiences were melded simply into a single<br />
measurement of passage called “my time on<br />
<strong>Corregidor</strong>.”<br />
As daylight of the second day unfolds, I scan the area for<br />
any sign of our enemy, and see none.<br />
We arise from our cover and prepare for the day, and the<br />
prospect that this day we will not be ‘in reserve’. There<br />
are some sore heads still from the night before.<br />
As I walk out onto the road I hear someone next to the<br />
truck calling me over. “Hey Nyk! Look at this!”<br />
I walk over to the truck and see a Nip lying crumpled on<br />
the road. It is the first Jap body I have seen here.<br />
“Who’s trophy is this?”<br />
“He took him with his knife,” someone says, and<br />
points to our medic.<br />
The medic, clearly not as shocked now as he must have<br />
been earlier, replies to no one in particular, “I don’t<br />
understand why he came to me to help him commit<br />
suicide.”<br />
We all laugh the laugh of the nervous, and move on.<br />
Our day is spent patrolling topside and cleaning out<br />
pockets of Japs wherever we find them.<br />
In the afternoon, towards 4:00 p.m., we are ordered to a<br />
position directly above Black Beach, and told we are<br />
there to give cover for a landing. There have already<br />
been landings the prior morning, so I am not expecting<br />
too much of a show.<br />
As I am laying there looking at the destroyer, now just<br />
off the East end of Bottomside, I see a small landing<br />
craft making for the beach. A Nip heavy machine gun<br />
opens up about 200 feet below my position. I see<br />
splashes up in front of the landing craft and sparks flying<br />
off the metal hull as the rounds strike on steel. The<br />
destroyer reacts to this threat and starts churning white<br />
water as her skipper puts her into reverse.<br />
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The large craft backs gently until she is laying in line<br />
with the machine gun, and it then dawns upon me that I<br />
too am along that same line, and that I am not in a good<br />
place to be for what shall likely happen next.<br />
I roll back from my dress-circle view on the rim of the<br />
crater, and wait. It does not take long, for the Rock<br />
beneath me shudders. I hear the machine gun return<br />
defiance, and a further naval volley shakes the ground<br />
underneath me. There is no further noise from the Jap<br />
MG in the orchestra stalls, though “to make sure,” the<br />
blasts continue.<br />
The landing craft reaching the beach, now drops the<br />
ramp and I see a man run down on the beach, where he<br />
squats down and appears to be waiting, guiding the men<br />
who are there and too anxious to go ashore.<br />
I don't know who he is, but he is one of the bravest men<br />
I have ever seen. As dangerous as being a scout might<br />
be, he can have that job, I’ll not trade.<br />
Men engulf him from the LCI and together with the<br />
others on the beach, they move towards Malinta Hill,<br />
like soldier ants with a solitary purpose. I see them scale<br />
the giant hill opposite me, quickly at first and then<br />
slower, and in several minutes I see men atop Malinta.<br />
It's still better to jump from a plane, I think to myself.<br />
We then move down to the cave housing the machine<br />
gun. To ensure it is knocked out, we blast the cave shut.<br />
Our 2nd Battalion is now on the Rock and is being<br />
moved into position. "G" Co. is moved back to its<br />
earlier position on the road sloping down toward North<br />
Beach. We patrol from this station throughout the next<br />
day.<br />
On the night of the 19th we hear signs of a possible<br />
Banzai off to our right front, towards Wheeler battery.<br />
Someone's dying over there, that's the case with those<br />
Banzais. I hope it's just Japs.<br />
I later learn that a scout called McCarter is being<br />
nominated for a CMH. (See CMH award in Issue 14.<br />
Page 40. Ed)<br />
Time starts to blur on me. At some time between the<br />
18th and the 21st I witness a major explosion of Malinta<br />
Hill. I forget what I am doing, because suddenly there is<br />
a large explosion and as I turn to look towards Malinta<br />
Hill, I see fire flaming out of the air vents on the sides<br />
and top of the hill. Smoke from the blast moves towards<br />
top side, and I wonder how many men who had been<br />
atop the hill are now dead, and how many Japs died in<br />
the Hospital that was inside the hill.<br />
The tank followed by men of the 34th moves around the<br />
north side of Malinta hill, and we are directed to follow<br />
and patrol their left flank. As I move down the road<br />
sloping down to North Beach I pass Trooper B standing<br />
over two dead Japs and laughing at the position they had<br />
fallen, almost as though they were in love. I paused long<br />
enough to take a series of three snapshots of the incident.<br />
then on to the job ahead.<br />
As we pass Malinta hill we came upon a number of dead<br />
Japs lying along the road, I don’t know if the tank’s<br />
machine gun killed them or they were killed by the<br />
troops following the tank. It was not hard to determine<br />
that the Japs had charged the tank.<br />
We move towards the left after<br />
coming around Malinta Hill, the<br />
Bataan side, and start searching<br />
for caves or dug-in troops. The<br />
constant danger is wearing me<br />
thin. I pretty much lose all<br />
recollection of time, as if my<br />
memory is playing tricks on me,<br />
refusing to work for me.<br />
For the next seven days we search for the hidden Japs,<br />
finding them only after they had fired at or killed one of<br />
our men. Our patrols are scattered like ants across our<br />
area of concern. As time passes on we stop trying to<br />
determine if there were any Japs in a cave, that’s just too<br />
dangerous. It is safer to close a cave than to care what is<br />
in there. That's if we can get there to close it and not get<br />
ourselves killed in the process.<br />
At one time I come upon my closest friend “Maxie.”<br />
He's standing just above a cave tossing WP (White<br />
Phosphorus) grenades and firing into the cave. He truly<br />
looks as though he is enjoying the fight.<br />
On 26 February, as we are working the Bataan side of<br />
the island clearing the area north of the air strip, we feel<br />
the air press in upon us, and then hear a tremendous<br />
explosion. I turn towards where the noise came at me,<br />
and find a huge ball of dirt and smoke in the air above<br />
where the 1st Battalion are today. Debris is flying high<br />
in the sky, and boulders are coming crashing down<br />
around us. Logs are flying through the air, and huge<br />
rocks too. It looks like a mountain is broken up and<br />
flying through the air over us. We look out towards the<br />
north channel, and we could see huge logs and rocks<br />
falling towards a destroyer patrolling the waters between<br />
<strong>Corregidor</strong> and Bataan.<br />
(continued....)<br />
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It doesn't seem long before we are ordered to take over<br />
the lead, and I hear the words "Monkey Point". As I am<br />
running forward I chance to look down. In among some<br />
broken slabs of concrete there below me is our<br />
commander, Col. Jones. He's hunched down passing<br />
orders to his radio man. This surprises me because<br />
Officers of his status never put themselves in danger,<br />
don't they? Kinsler didn't, that's for sure. The Colonel<br />
must have brass ones.<br />
We're now in an area that has man-made gullies. I<br />
expect they're to carry the heavy rainfall towards the<br />
ocean, without scouring the landscape too bad. A road<br />
runs through the area and passes over a culvert.<br />
As I start to pass in front of the<br />
culvert I am fired upon from<br />
someone in the culvert. I am<br />
glad to know this, because I<br />
have seen guys who never even<br />
had a chance to know they<br />
were shot.<br />
I hit the ground and look for a way to get in a position to<br />
lay fire into the culvert.<br />
The culvert is under the road and the gully runs parallel<br />
to the road. The gully drain then makes a left as it heads<br />
toward the sea. I drop back and call for a bazooka<br />
gunner. Earl Shelton comes forward to me and I place<br />
him in a position at the left turn where he has good<br />
cover.<br />
"See if you can hit the corner of the culvert without<br />
exposing yourself,” I tell him.<br />
He takes one quick look around the corner and gives me<br />
the nod. Second looks around corners on this island are<br />
often fatal, and you don't even get to know you're shot<br />
they're so quick on you.<br />
"Wait 'til I'm in position to jump into the gully," I say.<br />
He knows by now that I'm going in to kill anything that<br />
survives his shot.<br />
I move to a point directly above and in front of the<br />
culvert, but where I'm protected by the bank of the<br />
gully. I give him the signal. As soon as the round<br />
explodes I leap into the gully and spray 45 slugs into<br />
three Japs I see. They are still moving, not in a effort to<br />
fight, rather, their bodies are falling forward as life<br />
leaves them. One, an older man, has half the top of his<br />
head blown away. The bazooka gunner has proved his<br />
expertise. I see a pistol hanging from the closest Jap's<br />
neck. I take my jump knife and cut it loose. I carry it<br />
back towards the bazooka gunner.<br />
"Nice shot, here’s a souvenir," I say as I give Earl the<br />
pistol.<br />
As I climb out of the gully I see a piece of sheet metal<br />
laying against the hill, slightly west of us. I shouted to<br />
the trooper closest to it "Look out, it may be a sniper!" I<br />
watch him intently as he cautiously moves up to a<br />
position directly in front of the sheet metal. He reaches<br />
down, grabbed the sheet metal and slides it to the side<br />
exposing a small cave occupied by a Jap. The Jap comes<br />
out swinging a bolo or bayonet. I look on as the trooper<br />
falls back trying to shoot his assailant, but his rifle<br />
misfires. He rolls down the hill with the Jap after him<br />
until one of the other men shoots and kills the Jap.<br />
My next object of concern is a group of 55 gal drums<br />
stacked two high forming a half moon barricade against<br />
the face of the hill. In a crouch, I move up to the drums<br />
and place my helmet on the barrel of my Tommy gun<br />
and raise it above the drums, hoping that if there are any<br />
Japs hiding in there I could draw fire. After several<br />
seconds with nothing happening, I extend my left arm<br />
holding the gun and helmet, intending that if any Japs<br />
are in the enclosure, they will be watching the helmet<br />
and allow me time to take a quck look inside.<br />
I popped my head up, am looking directly into a large<br />
cave. I see slight movement from the corner of my left<br />
eye, and duck down safe, where I can ready a<br />
phosphorus grenade. It's my last WP grenade, so I'd<br />
better get it right first time. I pull the pin, wait very<br />
briefly and toss it toward the area where I saw<br />
movement. The grenade goes off and before long, a lone<br />
Jap comes over the drums, his clothes smoking, running<br />
towards the tail of the island. The patrol are nearby and<br />
will cut him down.<br />
As I move back toward the rest of the patrol, something<br />
hits my right shoulder. I look down and see a small<br />
something falling to the ground. I have no trouble<br />
reaching down for it, and see it is an anonymous chip of<br />
shrapnel. As I attempt to draw my arm back to me, I get<br />
a severe pain in my shoulder. I suspect I am wounded,<br />
and try to move my arm to find out why it is just<br />
hanging off me. The pain becomes unbearable as I tried<br />
to move my arm. Trooper E, who is standing not far<br />
away, and who has seen something that I have not,<br />
shouts “Medic!”<br />
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The medics arrive and without as much as a "Howdy!"<br />
he sticks me with a needle. We've been on this island<br />
long enough for me to know that he knows what he's<br />
doing, and is too damn good at it. I am sitting behind<br />
cover, whilst he hovers around me. He quickly strips me<br />
to the waist and binds me in adhesive from my neck to<br />
my lower stomach.<br />
"Do you think you can walk?" he shouts at me, as if I am<br />
hard of hearing, simple, or worse - in shock. They help<br />
me to my feet and point me towards the west. Trooper E<br />
comes over and calls at me.<br />
"Nyk, how many Japs in the enclosure?" I think for a<br />
moment, just long enough to realize that I have no idea<br />
anymore, other than it is still a place of danger, a place<br />
that can still kill him as it almost did me.<br />
“Forty.”<br />
He’ll be careful now.<br />
(I met Trooper E at a association gathering,<br />
pleased to know he was still alive. He<br />
chided me that there were no more Japs in<br />
the compound, but I couldn't help but feel<br />
he was still alive because, dazed as I was, I<br />
loved him enough to refuse to allow him to<br />
drop his guard even for a moment).<br />
I stumble myself out of the gully and<br />
proceed west. I no longer recall how far I<br />
walked. Time ceases to run, and distances<br />
contract too. I pass the area where I saw<br />
Colonel Jones with his radio man some<br />
time ago. How long ago, I can no longer<br />
recall. Ahead l see white objects,<br />
incongruous, laying around the path that I<br />
am walking. I get closer and see they are<br />
shaped like cocoons.<br />
“Body bags,” I think, “but why? We don’t bag Japs.”<br />
It hits me worse than shrapnel.<br />
We don’t bag Japs! These are<br />
our guys.<br />
As I pass through this honor guard of dozens and dozens<br />
of our dead, our squalid, battered and glorious dead, a<br />
tightness develops in my throat, and tears smear my<br />
vision. It starts hitting me, hurting me, and I sob “Oh<br />
God!” as my ears hear nothing but a ringing sensation.<br />
I crumple to the ground between the rows of bodies as<br />
my vision fades and darkness comes.<br />
I don’t know if it was the effect of the shot the medic<br />
gave me or my emotional state or a combination of both<br />
that caused me to pass out, nor do I know how long I lay<br />
there until someone found me, but my next recollection<br />
was awaking in a huge chamber with many wounded<br />
men on cots.<br />
A man comes by and pauses long enough to say in an<br />
offhanded way, “Oh, you’re awake.”<br />
“Where am I?” No prize for being novel.<br />
He laughs, as if he's never heard that question before,<br />
and replies “On your way home, soldier.”<br />
I soon learn we are in the belly of an LCT (landing craft<br />
tank) and are being moved out to sea to be put on board<br />
a hospital ship, USS Comfort. I drift in and out of sleep.<br />
Time still has no meaning for me, only pain.<br />
Arriving at the Comfort we are lifted on stretchers by<br />
crane to the deck of the ship. My time on the “Comfort”<br />
is spent laying on a bunk and being treated like I am the<br />
King of Siam. All I have to do is to ask for something<br />
and it is delivered to me. They named it right.<br />
To my surprise they even wheel me up on deck after<br />
dark, to watch a movie. I do not enjoy the show, for my<br />
eyes are on the sky. I am riding on the biggest bull’s eye<br />
target that has ever been presented to the enemy -<br />
whoever heard of sailing through enemy waters with<br />
lights burning all over the ship?<br />
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What sort of an operation is<br />
this? Don't they know there's a<br />
war on?<br />
It doesn't pass my mind until later that I'm still thinking<br />
like a scout in a war zone, and that now neither of these<br />
roles apply to me.<br />
The trip is uneventful and we land at Hollandia. This is<br />
not the Hollandia I left not too long ago, and though they<br />
keep telling me where we are, I doubt it is the Hollandia<br />
I knew once. Now there are roads, buildings, traffic and<br />
people who go about their business, unconcerned. We<br />
are moved to a hospital and are assigned beds. Real<br />
beds! How long has it been? This is as close to heaven<br />
as I can get. I am like a kid with a big red balloon, and<br />
we're sure to run into a prick pretty soon.<br />
The very first nurse I see comes to my bed and asks if I<br />
can roll over on my left side. She stands there at<br />
attention, with a needle held at port arms. As I achieve<br />
my position she advances like a soldier charging with a<br />
bayonet and stabs me in my buttock. This procedure, I<br />
find out, is repeated twice a day for the next twenty<br />
days. The only variation is a change of buttock.<br />
On my second day the doctor calls for me to come to his<br />
office, where, with the aid of a nurse, he proceeds to<br />
unwind the adhesive from my body. As he pulls the tape<br />
from my right shoulder it feels as though he's sticking a<br />
hot poker into my shoulder.<br />
"How did it happen, son?"<br />
I can't answer him how, just why. "I thought I was<br />
sunburned." He laughs and continues taking off the<br />
tape.<br />
When I am unwound, he exclaims,<br />
“Someone is praying damned hard<br />
for you to come home!” His<br />
comment comes as he looks at my<br />
back and at the debris sticking to the<br />
unwound tape. He shows me tiny<br />
pieces of rock, sand, small pieces of<br />
what appears to be glass - a thing he<br />
calls "Mica." (The material that had<br />
lodged in my back will still be<br />
working its way to the surface ten<br />
years after I return home).<br />
He has me sit with my back to him<br />
while he numbs the area around the<br />
wound in my shoulder, and proceeds<br />
to probe for the shrapnel that has<br />
imbedded itself in my shoulder joint.<br />
Finding it he gently removes it,<br />
holding it with a pair of tweezers.<br />
"It looks like a bullet," but on closer<br />
examination he determines it is a<br />
fragment of steel. He dresses the<br />
wound.<br />
I stand facing him. He is holding my arm and gently<br />
working it back and forth, I figure, to see how much<br />
movement I have without pain. We heard planes flying<br />
overhead and he asks me, "Are they ours?"<br />
Chump Number 1, I fall for it. I lean to my left to better<br />
see out the window and OUCH! He jerks and twists my<br />
arm, I hear my shoulder pop. The pain has me gritting<br />
my teeth and clinching my fists. I look down sheepishly<br />
to see if I've just wet my pants. No. Good.<br />
The pain subsiding, I put on a macho act, just can't let<br />
these folk know that a paratrooper isn't tough. There is<br />
no doubt in my mind that doctor knew exactly what he<br />
was doing, even though his tactics were crude. Horses<br />
for courses, they say.<br />
While recovering I am allowed to move about at will,<br />
and I spent my time talking to other men in our ward,<br />
learning all I can about how the war is going. It is<br />
during one of these discussions that I chance to meet one<br />
of the sailors that had been on a destroyer patrolling<br />
<strong>Corregidor</strong> when we jumped.<br />
(continued....)<br />
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"I timed your fall from the plane<br />
to the ground and it averaged six<br />
seconds."<br />
I think about this and decide that he is pretty close,<br />
since we left the plane at 400 ft.<br />
As days pass, and boredom sets in, one of the nurses<br />
brings me a book titled “The Great McGinty” about a<br />
guy who thinks it's tough to be out of work until he<br />
becomes Mayor. I read it twice over, going back and rereading<br />
the funny parts over and over again. It was a<br />
great book.<br />
Another event that happens each day, the nurses that<br />
were captured on <strong>Corregidor</strong> and had been prisoners of<br />
the Japanese, are brought out to exercise. We must be a<br />
fearsome bunch, for we are not allowed outside at the<br />
same time they are. Apparently the sight of men<br />
frightens them.<br />
I am now at the hospital well over one month and I feel<br />
as fit as I ever was. There's more news of how the war is<br />
going on at a hospital than at a HQ and so I keep track of<br />
where the <strong>503d</strong> is. I am looking forward to getting back<br />
with the Regiment, who have returned to Mindoro.<br />
After nearly three years with the men of the <strong>503d</strong>, they<br />
are my brothers and where they are is my home. I keep<br />
wondering when I will be discharged. I soon get my<br />
answer. As I get up one morning a ward attendant<br />
brings my clothes to me, complete with shoes and<br />
leggings.<br />
"Am I being discharged?"<br />
"No," he shakes his head, "you're being sent home." He<br />
shakes my hand and wishes me luck.<br />
I sit on my bunk for a spell, almost in shock. What am I<br />
to do? Stateside? No way! That's sure and certain. I<br />
pack my things and without delay I head for the air<br />
strip. I walk among the planes that are parked, talking to<br />
the crews until I find one that is headed for Mindoro. It's<br />
carrying a load of tires. I pin one of the crew and ask if I<br />
can hitch a ride? He talked to the pilot I got a nod.<br />
Takeoff time to be 0700 hrs tomorrow. I tell them I<br />
won't be late.<br />
I return to the hospital, where I don't sleep all night, for<br />
fear of missing my ride. I quietly slip out before dawn<br />
and hike to the strip. I locate the C-47 again in the<br />
flightline, and crawl in the back, and cat nap. This plane<br />
was the same as our jump planes, static line cable<br />
running the length of the cabin, and no door. Tires are<br />
stacked in vertical rows with rope and cable running<br />
from top to bottom through each stack. The pilot and<br />
co-pilot arrive about 0630 and made ready to take off.<br />
I can hardly believe my excitement at being able to get<br />
away with it! The plane takes off and as it banks right<br />
and left the stacks fall against the support ropes holding<br />
them, making a thump noise and just the slightest shift<br />
of the aircraft. I figure that if this did not bother the pilot<br />
there's no point in me worrying about it, so I spend most<br />
of my time during the flight looking out the door and<br />
just soaking up the beauty of the ocean.<br />
As we approach Mindoro I can see the town of San Jose<br />
and I lean out the door and snap pictures of the town as<br />
we fly across it heading for the air strip. After landing I<br />
hitch a ride on a truck back to our old bivouac area<br />
where the company is camped. After the greetings and<br />
welcome backs I am told we were are headed for another<br />
mission. Seems there is some division in trouble on<br />
Negros Island, who need help.<br />
During this short stay, McNeill shows me a pencil sketch<br />
of his idea for a regimental patch. Though it lacks color<br />
it should become the identity of our Regiment, unofficial<br />
until it becomes official.<br />
“I am proud, and I am home.”<br />
----------------------------------------<br />
In the June issue of our newsletter we will continue<br />
Chet’s report on the War in the Pacific.<br />
- June 2010 Issue -<br />
“Having just enough time to get my gear together<br />
and my barracks bag put away, and the tents<br />
dropped, we're moved to the air strip where we don<br />
chutes and make ready for the jump on Negros.<br />
There are some new faces around me, and they<br />
make me feel like an old pro.<br />
I make the time about 7 a.m. There's the usual<br />
undercurrent of tension as we load on to the planes<br />
and taxi, which the take-off doesn't do anything to<br />
relieve. All is normal, and I am praying once again<br />
that my personal angel is at my side protecting me, as<br />
before. But there is something occurring on the<br />
aircraft though which is not usual. After about a half<br />
hour in flight the jumpmaster announces that the<br />
jump is off. The tension recedes but not for long, for<br />
his next words are, ‘Remove your chutes! Leave them<br />
on the plane, we are landing at Iloilo on the island of<br />
Panay and we will move to Negros by boat.’"<br />
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THE <strong>503d</strong> HERITAGE BATTALION is an<br />
informal unincorporated social association formed<br />
around and by the WWII Veterans of the <strong>503d</strong><br />
Parachute Regimental Combat Team who have<br />
internet access.<br />
The <strong>503d</strong> Parachute Regimental Combat Team<br />
Association, World War II, Inc. (”the Association”)<br />
had, some years back, voted democratically that it<br />
was to be a “last man standing” organization. This<br />
means that its membership register is finite, and that<br />
the Association is to be dissolved upon the death of<br />
its last member.<br />
For that reason, THE <strong>503d</strong> PRCT HERITAGE<br />
BATTALION was formed with the intention of<br />
creating a body which could survive the loss of the<br />
last <strong>503d</strong> WWII paratrooper. Its purpose is to<br />
support, preserve and<br />
propagate all aspects of the<br />
heritage of <strong>503d</strong> PRCT. In<br />
the internet context, it<br />
gathers together materials<br />
which might otherwise<br />
disappear in the “mists of<br />
time,” and makes them<br />
available for readers and researchers alike through<br />
its website. Its logo (above) depicts a <strong>503d</strong> trooper,<br />
with a canopy in the background appearing like<br />
Angel wings, floating down towards <strong>Corregidor</strong>.<br />
Donald E. Abbott (“A”, “D” & “E” Co.) (now dec’d)<br />
Bob Flynn (161 st Parachute Eng. Co.) (now dec’d)<br />
Chet Nycum (“G” Co.)<br />
Stephen R. Foster<br />
Its roll is to make that information available to the<br />
fresh generations such that there will never be an<br />
American generation which cannot readily access<br />
and share in the history of the <strong>503d</strong> PRCT of WWII<br />
and to take pride in the <strong>503d</strong> Lineage.<br />
At its reunion in Phoenix, 2009, the Regiment<br />
officially recognized the Heritage Battalion for that<br />
purpose.<br />
We also hope it can continue the patriotic, familial<br />
and social relationships which were formed with the<br />
parent Association. To those, we hope it can add<br />
the members of the <strong>503d</strong> of other generations.<br />
The Battalion’s Roll is open to all who wish to<br />
maintain and preserve the spirit of the <strong>503d</strong> PRCT<br />
beyond the passing of its members. To date, the<br />
Heritage Bn has been purely an internet based<br />
arrangement, and we hope that it can progress to<br />
become an active social association which can<br />
reflect all those who hold dear those men who<br />
served and sacrificed during the course of WWII.<br />
Bless ‘em All!<br />
Francis X. O’Neill (“I” Co.) (now dec’d)<br />
Tony Sierra (“D” Co.)<br />
William T. Calhoun (“F” Co.)<br />
Paul F. Whitman (Hons.)<br />
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Bill Mauldin<br />
Stars & Stripes<br />
WWII cartoonist<br />
By Bob Greene, CNN Contributor<br />
CNN Web Site: http://www.cnn.com/2010/OPINION/03/07/greene.mauldin.stamp/index.html<br />
The post office gets a lot of criticism. Always has,<br />
always will. And with the renewed push to get rid of<br />
Saturday mail delivery, expect complaints to intensify.<br />
But the United States Postal Service deserves a standing<br />
ovation for something that's going to happen this month:<br />
Bill Mauldin is getting his own postage stamp.<br />
Mauldin died at age 81 in the early days of 2003. The<br />
end of his life had been rugged. He had been scalded in<br />
a bathtub, which led to terrible injuries and infections;<br />
Alzheimer's disease was inflicting its cruelties. Unable<br />
to care for himself after the scalding, he became a<br />
resident of a California nursing home, his health and<br />
spirits in rapid decline.<br />
He was not forgotten, though. Mauldin, and his work,<br />
meant so much to the millions of Americans who fought<br />
in World War II, and to those who had waited for them<br />
to come home. He was a kid cartoonist for Stars and<br />
Stripes, the military newspaper; Mauldin's drawings of<br />
his muddy, exhausted, whisker-stubbled infantrymen<br />
Willie and Joe were the voice of truth about what it was<br />
like on the front lines.<br />
Mauldin stamp, shown above, honors grunts' hero.<br />
Mauldin was an enlisted man just like the soldiers he<br />
drew for; his gripes were their gripes, his laughs were<br />
their laughs, his heartaches were their heartaches. He<br />
was one of them. They loved him.<br />
He never held back. Sometimes, when his cartoons cut<br />
too close for comfort, his superior officers tried to tone<br />
him down. In one memorable incident, he enraged Gen.<br />
George S. Patton, and Patton informed Mauldin he<br />
wanted the pointed cartoons -- celebrating the fighting<br />
men, lampooning the high-ranking officers -- to stop.<br />
Now.<br />
The news passed from soldier to soldier. How was Sgt.<br />
Bill Mauldin going to stand up to Gen. Patton? It<br />
seemed impossible.<br />
Not quite. Mauldin, it turned out, had an ardent fan:<br />
Five-star Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower, Supreme<br />
Commander of the Allied Forces in Europe. Ike put out<br />
the word: Mauldin draws what Mauldin wants. Mauldin<br />
won. Patton lost.<br />
(continued....)<br />
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If, in your line of work, you've ever considered yourself<br />
a young hotshot, or if you've ever known anyone who<br />
has felt that way about himself or herself, the story of<br />
Mauldin's young manhood will humble you. Here is<br />
what, by the time he was 23 years old, Mauldin had<br />
accomplished:<br />
He won the Pulitzer Prize. He was featured on the cover<br />
of Time magazine. His book "Up Front" was the No. 1<br />
best-seller in the United States<br />
All of that at 23. Yet when he returned to civilian life<br />
and he grew older, he never lost that boyish Mauldin<br />
grin, he never outgrew his excitement about doing his<br />
job, he never big-shotted or high-hatted the people with<br />
whom he worked every day.<br />
I was lucky enough to be one of them; Mauldin roamed<br />
the hallways of the Chicago Sun-Times in the late 1960s<br />
and early 1970s with no more officiousness or air of<br />
haughtiness than if he was a copyboy. That impish look<br />
on his face remained.<br />
He had achieved so much. He had won a second<br />
Pulitzer Prize, and he should have won a third, for what<br />
may be the single greatest editorial cartoon in the history<br />
of the craft: his deadline rendering, on the day President<br />
John F. Kennedy was assassinated, of the statue at the<br />
Lincoln Memorial slumped in grief, its head cradled in<br />
its hands. But he never acted as if he was better than the<br />
people he met. He was still Mauldin the enlisted man.<br />
Weeping Lincoln<br />
During the late summer of 2002, as Mauldin lay in that<br />
California nursing home, some of the old World War II<br />
infantry guys caught wind of it. They didn't want<br />
Mauldin to go out that way. They thought he should<br />
know that he was still their hero.<br />
Gordon Dillow, a columnist for the Orange County<br />
Register, put out the call in Southern California for<br />
people in the area to send their best wishes to Mauldin; I<br />
joined Dillow in the effort, helping to spread the appeal<br />
nationally so that Bill would not feel so alone. Soon<br />
more than 10,000 letters and cards had arrived at<br />
Mauldin's bedside.<br />
Even better than that, the old soldiers began to show up<br />
just to sit with Mauldin, to let him know that they were<br />
there for him, as he, long ago, had been there for them.<br />
So many volunteered to visit Bill that there was a<br />
waiting list. Here is how Todd DePastino, in the first<br />
paragraph of his wonderful biography of Mauldin,<br />
described it:<br />
"Almost every day in the summer and fall of 2002 they<br />
came to Park Superior nursing home in Newport Beach,<br />
California, to honor Army Sergeant, Technician Third<br />
Grade, Bill Mauldin. They came bearing relics of their<br />
youth: medals, insignias, photographs, and carefully<br />
folded newspaper clippings. Some wore old garrison<br />
caps. Others arrived resplendent in uniforms over a half<br />
century old. Almost all of them wept as they filed down<br />
the corridor like pilgrims fulfilling some long-neglected<br />
obligation."<br />
One of the veterans explained to me why it was so<br />
important:<br />
"You would have to be part of a combat infantry unit to<br />
appreciate what moments of relief Bill gave us. You had<br />
to be reading a soaking wet Stars and Stripes in a waterfilled<br />
foxhole and then see one of his cartoons."<br />
Mauldin is buried in Arlington National Cemetery. This<br />
month, the kid cartoonist makes it onto a first-class<br />
postage stamp. It's an honor that most generals and<br />
admirals never receive.<br />
What Mauldin would have loved most, I believe, is the<br />
sight of the two guys who are keeping him company on<br />
that stamp.<br />
Take a look at it. There's Willie. There's Joe.<br />
And there, to the side, drawing them and smiling that<br />
shy, quietly observant smile, is Mauldin himself. With<br />
his buddies, right where he belongs. Forever.<br />
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It's an Honor<br />
(sent in by Roger Dick, C/2/<strong>503d</strong>)<br />
When a Military Veteran leaves the 'job' and retires to<br />
a better life, many are jealous, some are pleased, and<br />
others, who may have already retired, wonder if the new<br />
"Retiree" knows what he is<br />
leaving behind, because we already know.<br />
We know, for example, that after a lifetime of<br />
camaraderie that few experience, it will remain as a<br />
longing for those past times.<br />
We know in the Military life there is a fellowship which<br />
lasts long after the uniforms are hung up in the back of<br />
the closet.<br />
We know even if the new "Retiree" throws the uniforms<br />
away, they will be on him with every step and breath<br />
that remains in his life. We also know that the very<br />
bearing of a military retiree speaks<br />
of what he was, and what in his heart, he still is.<br />
These are the burdens of a career in the Military - you<br />
will still look at people suspiciously, still see what others<br />
do not see, or choose to ignore, and you will always look<br />
at the rest of the Military world with a respect for what<br />
they do; only grown in a lifetime<br />
of knowing.<br />
Never think for one moment you are escaping from that<br />
past "Military" life. You are only escaping the 'job' and<br />
merely being allowed to leave 'active' duty.<br />
When you leave the Military service you will have had<br />
the responsibility for more dollars worth of valuable<br />
property, equipment and the lives and welfare of more<br />
people during your career than 99% of civilians will<br />
have during their entire life!<br />
When you "retire" from a Military Career, in your<br />
Heart you will never forget for one moment that<br />
you are still a member of the greatest fraternity the<br />
world has ever known!<br />
NOW, Here are a few "Civilian Friends vs. Veteran<br />
Friends" comparisons:<br />
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Get upset if you're too busy to<br />
talk to them for a week.<br />
VETERAN FRIENDS: Are glad to see you after years,<br />
and will happily carry on the same conversation you<br />
were having the last time you met.<br />
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they<br />
forget it's yours.<br />
VETERAN FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few<br />
days then give it back.<br />
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's<br />
what 'the crowd' is doing.<br />
VETERAN FRIENDS: Will kick the crowd's ass that<br />
left you behind.<br />
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Are for a while.<br />
VETERAN FRIENDS: Are for life.<br />
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Have shared a few experiences...<br />
VETERAN FRIENDS: Have shared a lifetime of<br />
experiences no citizen could ever dream of...<br />
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when<br />
they think you've had enough.<br />
VETERAN FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all<br />
over the place and say, 'You'd better drink the rest of that<br />
before you spill it!'<br />
Then carry you home safely and put you to bed...<br />
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will ignore this.<br />
VETERAN FRIENDS: Will share this.<br />
Hello Veteran Friends!<br />
AF VIETNAM VET BUDDY<br />
This note was recently sent to me from Teresa, the wife<br />
of my buddy Bob Samansky, after learning her husband<br />
had beaten the cancer which was threatening his life.<br />
Welcome home Bob! Ed<br />
The strangest thing is that<br />
I have been driving my car<br />
for months. Remember<br />
when I heard the song "We<br />
are Family?" I went to the<br />
reunion. Jay got Bob's car fixed and Bob<br />
listens to old fogey music.<br />
For the last 3 times I have driven his car, the<br />
song "For the Good Time" has come on the<br />
radio. That was the song of my Mom and<br />
Dad just before my Dad left for Viet Nam.<br />
He Came Back! I cried every time I heard it.<br />
I am still crying, but for the good!<br />
Teresa Samansky<br />
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N CO Rangers<br />
& Chopper<br />
Crews get<br />
together in Las<br />
Vegas, NV<br />
May 23-28 at the<br />
Golden Nugget<br />
Hotel<br />
Need your $80 deposit soon -<br />
end of March deadline !!<br />
( N COMPANY RANGERS FOR<br />
CHOPPER INFLITRATION )<br />
RANGERS AND CHOPPER CREWS MISSION<br />
"LZ" FOR MAY<br />
TRAINING TOGETHER AND KEEPING<br />
CHOPPER READY FOR ACTION<br />
TO ALL RANGERS AND THOSE<br />
WHO GAVE US CHOPPER<br />
SUPPORT TO<br />
173rd LRRP + 74th LRP Det. +<br />
75th N/CO RANGERS + 74th LRS<br />
with 173RD Herd<br />
Casper Platoon<br />
61st Assault Helicopter Company -<br />
Cowboys, Lucky Stars, Star Blazer,<br />
other support companies like<br />
616th Transportation Det, 922nd<br />
Signal Det. (Avionics), 193th Medical<br />
Det. and others like USAF "Tonto" &<br />
"Shadow"<br />
If you are in contact with anyone<br />
that I listed or missed,<br />
contact them.<br />
Members who served along<br />
side with N Company (173rd<br />
LRRP + 74th LRP Det. +<br />
75th N/CO RGR + 74th LRD<br />
Det). are invited to a mini<br />
reunion in Las Vegas on May<br />
23 (Sunday arrival) to May<br />
28 (Friday checkout).<br />
This invitation is for all who served<br />
in-country from 1965 to 1971 and<br />
also supported the 74th LRS Det.<br />
after 'Nam.<br />
The hotel "Golden Nugget" will be<br />
the LZ for this event and room rates<br />
will be $49.00 + tax per night.<br />
Schedule of events will be forwarded as<br />
it is developed.<br />
Website for hotel:<br />
www.goldennugget.com<br />
Reunion attendance cost: $80.<br />
Note: Any funds left over after<br />
expenses, will be donated to the<br />
173rd Herd Memorial<br />
Bring your spouses / family<br />
members / military friends<br />
and friends.<br />
If you are interested in attending:<br />
Please send Reunion funds OF $80 to<br />
Ron Thomas as soon as possible !!!!!!<br />
Ron Thomas<br />
Reunion Coordinator<br />
184 Greenbriar Townhouses<br />
Las Vegas, NV 89121<br />
(702) 303-0011<br />
18bz@gmail.com<br />
Hope to see you there !!!<br />
Robt 'twin' Henriksen<br />
70-71 Team Golf/Delta<br />
Unit Director<br />
cell 360 393-7790<br />
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New to eBenefits!<br />
(Sent in by Karen Riester, wife of Floyd Reister, Bde/HQ)<br />
• To access most of these features, register for a<br />
Premium Account (Level 2) and Login to<br />
eBenefits.<br />
• Compensation and Pension Claims Status<br />
View the status online of your claims<br />
information for selected benefits.<br />
• Payment History<br />
Monitor information about benefits payments<br />
made to you by the VA.<br />
• VA Home Loan Benefit Eligibility and<br />
Entitlement<br />
Want to find out if you are eligible for the VA<br />
home loan benefit? The eBenefits website can<br />
assist you in finding out. Simply register for an<br />
account, log in, and then go to the My eBenefits<br />
dashboard to find out. If for some reason the site<br />
cannot determine your eligibility, submit an<br />
application.<br />
• Health Eligibility Check<br />
Your enrollment in VA health care benefits may<br />
be based on financial considerations. This<br />
calculator tool helps you assess whether you<br />
may qualify.<br />
• Move!23 Health Questionnaire<br />
Generate and print out practical weight<br />
management recommendations based on your<br />
eating habits, activity levels, and medical<br />
history.<br />
• Health Insurance Information<br />
Sponsors and eligible family members can view<br />
medical, dental, and pharmacy eligibility<br />
information, plus any non-TRICARE health<br />
insurance received through an employer or other<br />
insurance program.<br />
Coming Soon...<br />
• Messaging Center<br />
This feature will provide registered users with<br />
access to notices, news, secure messages, and<br />
email notifications.<br />
• Personal Information Update<br />
Sponsors will be able to make updates to their<br />
addresses and selected other information directly<br />
from the portal.<br />
• Specially Adapted Housing Claims Status<br />
This portal will let users view their Specially<br />
Adapted Housing grant information and claims<br />
status.<br />
SAILORS NEEDED FOR<br />
DEEP SEA FISHING IN<br />
NORTH MYRTLE BEACH<br />
I was checking into Deep Sea Fishing in the North<br />
Myrtle Beach area and I'd love to go fishing on<br />
Thursday, June 3, if I can get 2 or 3 more guys or gals to<br />
go out too. It's only $420.00 all day with everything<br />
included. What do you think? Would you like to do that<br />
with me? I was signed up for the Charleston trip, but<br />
would forget that if I could get a few more to go fishing<br />
with me. We could break the cost down so it will not be<br />
too hard on any of us. Any fisherpeople out there please<br />
contact me: fsgt173d@aol.com<br />
Jim “Top” Dresser<br />
A/HHC/2/<strong>503d</strong>, ‘65/’66<br />
“My goodness Top. Let him have the fish!”<br />
173d CHAPTER 17<br />
BULLETIN BOARD<br />
As many of you know, 173d Chapter 17 started a<br />
Bulletin Board on the web site over a month ago. There<br />
has been a lot of interest shown and a lot of info which is<br />
of interest to any Sky Soldier, any Chapter.<br />
At Chapter 17 we have also instituted a Transparency<br />
Policy for all info received including our own finances.<br />
Our Bulletin Board address is:<br />
http://www.skysoldier17.com/Bulletin%20Board.htm<br />
Thanks for letting your buddies know everyone is<br />
welcome to our web site and anyone is welcome to<br />
contribute interesting articles, writings, etc.<br />
Skip Kniley<br />
B/D/3/319th<br />
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Folks:<br />
Secretary of Defense<br />
Commemorative Commission<br />
Meeting<br />
I need your help. On May 11, 2010, I'll be representing<br />
the Herd at a Secretary of Defense Commemorative<br />
Commission Meeting in Washington DC. One of the<br />
items we will be reviewing is a time line of events<br />
suitable for Commemorative Events from 2011 through<br />
2024. With your help, I've been able to develop the<br />
listing below of events of significance to the 173rd<br />
Airborne Brigade during the time frame 1961 to 1973.<br />
Please review those events below and let me know if<br />
there are any other events you would consider<br />
significant.<br />
Since I have developed the list, there have been two<br />
challenges. Raymond Ramirez provided the following:<br />
8 November 1965 (2015) - Operation Hump, the 1st<br />
major battle involving a US Army ground combat unit,<br />
which has been challenged by United States Army<br />
Historical Record which noted:<br />
1 November 1965 - Ia Drang Battle -<br />
From 1-20 November the first major clash between<br />
American and North <strong>Vietnam</strong>ese troops took place when<br />
elements of the 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile) battled<br />
the 33rd People's Army of <strong>Vietnam</strong> (PAVN) Regiment<br />
in the Ia Drang Valley of the Central Highlands.<br />
Although American casualties proved to be high,<br />
amounting to some 234 dead, the 1st Cavalry Division<br />
reckoned that enemy losses were perhaps ten times as<br />
great. In the eyes of General William C. Westmoreland,<br />
the MACV commander, the OPERATION vindicated<br />
the concept of airmobile Operations.<br />
Do any of you have anything to refute that entry<br />
concerning the 1st Cav?<br />
I do not have a date for the last day the Herd spent in<br />
<strong>Vietnam</strong>. The United States Army Historical Record<br />
shows:<br />
8/11/1972 - last US USA Unit departs -<br />
The 2nd Battalion, 196th Infantry Brigade, stationed in<br />
Da Nang, and during the Easter Offensive in Phu Bai,<br />
folded its colors and became the last ground combat unit<br />
to leave South <strong>Vietnam</strong>.<br />
Do any of you have a date that would show the 173rd<br />
Airborne Brigade (SEP) was in <strong>Vietnam</strong> beyond that<br />
date showing us to be the First In, Last Out?<br />
Your review and reply at your earliest opportunity would<br />
be appreciated,<br />
AIRBORNE, ALL THE WAY!!<br />
“RAGMAN”<br />
Robert A. Getz<br />
2/<strong>503d</strong><br />
rgetz173@yahoo.com<br />
173RD AIRBORNE BRIGADE 50 TH \<br />
ANNIVERSARY<br />
COMMEMORATIVE EVENTS<br />
26 March 1963 (2013) The 173d Airborne<br />
Brigade (Separate) was<br />
activated on the island<br />
of Okinawa<br />
3 May 1965 (2015) The Brigade was the<br />
first Army unit sent to<br />
the Republic of South<br />
<strong>Vietnam</strong><br />
8 November 1965 (2015) Operation Hump, the<br />
1st major battle<br />
involving a US Army<br />
ground combat unit<br />
22 February 1967 (2017) The Brigade conducted<br />
the only combat<br />
parachute jump in the<br />
<strong>Vietnam</strong> conflict<br />
17-23 June 1967 (2017) The Brigade was<br />
presented the<br />
Presidential Unit<br />
Citation for Battle of<br />
Dak To<br />
Date Unknown The Brigade was the<br />
last Army unit to depart<br />
from the Republic of<br />
Viet Nam<br />
14 January 1972 (2022) The Brigade was deactivated at<br />
Fort Campbell, Kentucky.<br />
Annually Commemorate Medal of Honor<br />
Recipients<br />
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