Welcome to flying stories of my time in Viet Nam



These stories are dedicated to James G. Zeimet who I refer to in a number of them. Jimmy was a good friend and class mate in flight school, a "hootchmate" in Vietnam and he frequently talked about his desire to fly Medivac. After about seven months in Vietnam, he finally got his wish and was transferred to the 283rd "Dustoff" Medivac unit at Camp Holloway, Pleiku. On September 4th, 1968, he lost his life flying the mission he dreamed about while trying to save the life of a fellow soldier. His name appears on panel 45W - Line 37 at the Wall in Washington, DC.

When I got out of the Army in 1972, I had this idea of writing a book about my experiences in Vietnam where I flew helicopters. While a noble goal, I didn't get started on it for about 35 years. As time passes, you tend to push bad experiences into some seldom visited spot in your brain where they don't bother you much. But I still remember Vietnam like it was just yesterday and wish I could plug my mind into a PC and play it! It would be an interesting video. I won't post everything I've written all at once because I intend to scan old slides, (I have hundreds!) to add to the stories which should provide a little interest. So here they are and I hope you enjoy them.

In the stories, I describe any enemy combatant as a “gook”. This term has no racial connotation nor is it a slur. We used it as freely as one would say, “bad guy”. I can relate it to WW2 radio terminology for German enemy as “Krauts" or "Gerry’s”. Nothing personal or racially motivated, just a convenient way of alerting your fellow war-fighters about your foe. I also refer to anyone fighting the war on the ground as “Grunts”. This is a term I use with great respect for those that weren’t privileged to fight “their war” from the comfort of a helicopter or enjoy going back to “base camp” each evening to a cold Budweiser and a relatively clean bed. The Infantrymen I spoke with unanimously opined that we were the ones that were at much greater risk than them and they would much rather spend their “tour” safely on the ground and exchanging bullets with the NVA. I guess it’s all in your perspective.



2/25/08

Our mascot, "Lifer"


Almost every unit had a mascot and ours was a small orange mongrel named “Lifer”. He was well liked by everyone and in return, seemed to like all of us. The only problem with having a dog in Vietnam was the fact that the Vietnamese (and many other Asian cultures) ate dogs. He clearly avoided the indigenous personnel that worked at Camp Enari who eyed him like he was a prime Angus. He flew missions with us sometimes but preferred to remain in the maintenance hanger, probably because his main caretaker was one of the NCOs’ that supervised activities there. He had free run of the company area and would show up at any given time to socialize with us. He liked Budweiser and would get loaded with us if he was in a festive mood. He was a nice little dog and was still the Company mascot when I went home. There seems to be some conjecture as to this little guys name. When I scanned the slide it had "Lifer" written on the back so that's what I used in the original post. Then someone commented that the dog's name was, "Toolbox" so I changed it. Whatever this pooch's name was he was well liked and I really think this is "Lifer", so that's the way the post will remain!

5 comments:

AmyWhit said...

Cute little thing. Wonder what ever happened to him when everyone went home?

Anonymous said...

I guess we were on the same page today, we both posted about dogs!

Judy said...

Great Story again..ASPCA might not approve but...

Anonymous said...

During my tour with, bet Nov 68 - Nov. 69, A Company, there was a dog that was called ToolBox.
I wonder if this is the same dog because he would fly with us to different lz's and get off and then back on another unit bird for a trip home.

oldav8r said...

Yep, you're correct and I've modified the post. I don't know where I got "Lifer".