Memories and Memorabilia

Sgt. Grit,   I was assigned to Task Group 79.5, Special Landing Force "Bravo" in 1967-68 and served with a Marine contingent on board both the USS Tripoli LPH-10 and the USS Valley Forge LPH-8.  In addition to regular Admin duties, I was also responsible for writing the telegrams that went home to the families of Marines who had been killed or wounded.  Our ships generally carried a helicopter squadron and a BLT which deployed into various parts of the country for assorted operations.   While in-country, we steamed up and down the coast between Da Nang and the DMZ while launching operations.  It was particularly interesting to see the evolution of service rivalry change when operations went forward.  When I transferred from one ship leaving station to another coming on station, I could see the Navy rivalry bristle when the Marine air and ground forces came on board.  However, later on, when the birds launched with their squads of Grunts, it was the sailors on board who were assigned Litter Duty for the inevitable return of "Medivac Inbound" flights,… bringing the dead and wounded Marines back to the ship.  Litter Duty required the litter crew to enter the tail end of the landing CH-46's and bring the Marines on their stretchers from the aircraft to the flight deck elevator where they would go down to the hangar deck for triage… either for emergency care or to the fantail for that final respectful preparation in returning home.  It was a bloody and sobering task with high drama and frantic work on the Hangar Deck as heroic teams of Navy Doctors and medical staff struggled to save life and limbs.  It was the effect of this hand-in-glove function that quickly dissolved the rivalry and bonded the Navy-Marine Team into an attitude of support and mutual respect, if not brotherly affection.  As for me, every time a Medivac Inbound announcement was given over the Ship's PA system I knew that I would soon have a stack of SRBs and OQRs land on my desk,… each with a buckslip detailing the circumstance of the identified Marine.  My task was to open each service record and translate the pertinent details of that Marine's personal data along with the information on their wounds into a telegram that would go to their family.  Each service record opened directly to the photo and personal info of the affected Marine,…. including SGLI choices and so forth.  I was often surprised at the number of Marines who chose "No Coverage" even thought they had a wife and family at home.  I believe it was the self-comforting psychological act of saying, "If I choose "No coverage," I wouldn't be fair for me to get killed, so that's my best move."  Regrettably, this tactic failed with sad regularity.  This was a particularly emotional task for me as I realized that the families at home who were waiting and praying for their Marine to return home safely, would soon be receiving the message that I was preparing at that very moment.  Each book in the stack brought a new face, new information and new circumstances.  The messages were, by necessity, both blunt and curt.  A sample might read: "This is to inform you that Cpl.   John Doe was wounded (or killed) by enemy small arms fire (or mortar, etc) with wounds to his left leg (torso, neck etc.) during Operation Badger Tooth in Quang Nam Province, RVN.  Condition: (Critical, Serious, Fair or Good) / Prognosis: (Guarded, Critical, Serious, Fair or Good).  Sometimes the stack of service records was large,… sometimes small,… but always continual.  I served on active duty in 1965-69, but joined Mag-46 at MCAS El Toro in 1974 as a reserve MP and then changed over to Air Intelligence a few years later.   In January of 1991 I was activated and sent to Saudi Arabia for Desert Storm where I served in the G-2 under General Boomer before returning home in May of that year.  I am exceptionally happy to say, that the Desert Storm conflict was the mirror OPPOSITE of my Vietnam war experience.   I retired in 1994.   I managed to hang on to a variety of documents and photos during these many years and submit a few of them for review in the attachment.   Semper Fi,   Rodney D. Johnson MGYSGT, USMCR (ret)

Liberty Card

Gy Mac asked "how many Marines have an original Armed Forces Liberty Pass." At least one. Me. After my first and ONLY liberty in Da Nang in September of 1965, I have no clue why I never turned this in, nor why I was never asked for it. It was a surprise find as I went through an old wallet, many years later. It's signed by Lt. Henry "Mark" Hartzog who is now a lawyer down in Nashville TN. read more

Air Force Treatment of Marines

I have to agree the the Marine who told about the poor treatment of Marines.  I was at Khe Sanh during the TET offensive. Water was in short supply on the base. With the base being shelled all the time one hardly wanted to get caught in the shower with nothing on. A GI bath was the order of the day. We had to fly in and out of the base to Danang. We went into a AF mess hall and tried to get something to eat. Now a reminder we had been eat C rations twice a day for two months and wanted some real food. When we tried to get something to eat we were told that because we looked and smelled so  that we had to leave now. So no fresh food for us. So yes the AF did treat us like crap. Hope others got better treatment than we did. read more

Hawks at Hill 327

In response to Sgt, Frank Thompson’s post pertaining to Hawk Missiles in Vietnam “About 1968”.  Hawks were deployed on Hill 327, overlooking the Danang Airfield, in 1965. My bunker was on the back side of Hill 327 in 1966, just behind the missile site looking down on the valley.  One of the pictures in the second attached web site is one of the Hooch’s occupied by 1st Radio Bn Marines.   A sapper attack took out the Hawks sometime after October 1966. I have seen a picture of the Hawks laying on the ground after the attack, but can not locate it now. I’m sure there are other marines who were up there at the time, and I just wanted to get the dates straight for the record. read more

Vietnam

4-6-11

Searching for my old skipper.

Dear Comrade,

     I found Lt. Col. DeBona's citation for the Navy Cross on the Military Times website and Brothers in Arms website. I was at his feet as a gunner in 60 mortars when I was wounded twice on September 10, 1967. My squad leader Frank Antaya pulled a chunk of shrapnel out of my right forearm while the skipper laid back on his pack calling in arty. I was hit again in the left upper back through my flack jacket with a piece that stuck in my back 3/4 of an inch. I was also hit three times the day before during our first contact with minor wounds to my left hand and both legs. When the skipper commanded us to regroup back at our LZ, I stopped to pick up Gunny Pineapple, that's the name I new him buy. When I went to pull him out of the brush his arms and legs were barely attached to his torso. He yelled telling me to stop. I waited with him until he was gone. When I moved out, I saw Pvt Baker from Ohio laying on the ground with his leg and arm barely attached to his body. I picked up his leg and put it into a poncho and another marine put in his arm. It was at that time a Second Lieutenant from M co. came up to us and said he would lead us back to the LZ. He looked me right in the eyes and said he was putting me and the other guys up for Bronze Stars. At the time, medals were the last thing on our minds. On the way back we were burned by a napalm drop when the enemy over ran our position. I was wounded 5 times in two days and burned by napalm on the left side of my face and left arm as I carried Baker heading for the LZ. read more

Hero

You're a 19 year old kid.  

You're critically wounded and dying in.

The jungle somewhere in  the Central Highlands of Viet Nam .  

It's  November 11, 1967.    
LZ (landing zone) X-ray.  

Your unit is outnumbered 8-1 and the enemy fire is so   intense from 100 yards away, that  your CO (commanding officer) has ordered  the MedEvac helicopters to stop  coming  in.  
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns and you know  you're not getting out.  
Your family is half way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and  you'll never see them again.  
As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the  day.  
Then  – over the machine gun noise – you faintly hear that sound  of a helicopter.  
You look up to see a Huey coming in. But.. It doesn't seem real  because no MedEvac markings are on it.
Captain  Ed Freeman is coming in for you.  
He's  not MedEvac so it's not his job, but he heard the radio call  and decided he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire  anyway.   read more