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One of the most decorated aviation crews in history. Pilot Lt. Clyde Lassen (seated in cockpit) was awarded the Medal of Honor for extending a daytime, over-water mission into a night penetration of North Vietnam to rescue an F-4 Phantom crew. Co-pilot Lt. Leroy Cook (right, with M16 rifle) received the Navy Cross. The other two flight crew members, Bruce Dallas and Don West (at rear door, with weapons), received Silver Stars. The June 18, 1968, Medal of Honor mission was flown by UH-2A Seasprite Bureau No. 149764 of Helicopter Composite Squadron Seven, or HC-7, using the radio call sign Clementine Two. Photo courtesy of the Robert F. Dorr Collection


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I worked with a chap once who was a fireman-crash crew in the US Navy in Vietnam on the carrier USS Oriskany and he told me several times stories about life on the flight decks and what he'd seen. It was a ritual that if a pilot got confused and guided himself to a landing on the wrong carrier (pilots mistake-his error) it was customary that the deck crew would pounce on the plane doing what they needed to do to get it turned around and ready for relaunch back to its proper ship that they took pleasure in applying copious graffiti to it for the other ship air crew to deal with! And it was an embarrassment for the pilot and air wing to have one make that mistake given that US carriers have those BIG numbers painted on the island and top of the flight deck to prevent those mistakes from occurring. If the plane had battle damage and was limping back home and lucky to get aboard somewhere without crashing or was detailed to come aboard a different carrier, or some such thing they were prohibited from doing the graffiti to the aircraft since it wasn't his fault. He explained it was brutal when it happened sometimes! ?
 
U.S Navy Lt. Jack Terhune ejects from his F-8D Crusader over Gulf of Tonkin, after it was hit by ground fire over North Vietnam, during the Vietnam War - 1965. 147899 (VF-154) hit by ground fire over NVN Oct 14, 1965, but make it to Gulf of Tonkin and pilot ejected safely and was rescued by Navy helicopter.
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Grumman A-6A Intruder aircraft (BuNo 154148, 154155) from Attack Squadron 196 (VA-196) "Main Battery" dropping Mk 82 227 kg (500 lbs) bombs over Vietnam. VA-196 was assigned to Attack Carrier Air Wing 14 (CVW-14) aboard the aircraft carrier USS Constellation (CVA-64) for a deployment to Vietnam from 29 May 1968 to 31 January 1969.
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Navy Corpsman Petty Officer Vernon "Doc" Wike (aged 19), the exact gutwrenching moment his comrade and friend Lance Corporal William "Rock" Roldan (aged 21) died, on Hill 881N, Vietnam, 30 April 1967.
The powerful photograph was taken in a series by legendary French war photographer Catherine Leroy, as she advanced up Hill 881N, north of Khe San with G Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Marine Regiment.
"Rock" had been hit directly in the chest from enemy fire, and "Doc" without hesitation rushed his aide. Leroy photographed the moments that transpired next while under withering enemy fire.
"Doc" administered first aid, his friend "Rock" still alive and breathing. Removing his helmet The next photographs showed "Doc" determined, trying to save his friend's life. He compressed the dressing on the chest wound with all his might, but his friend's breathing stopped. He pressed his head to check for a heartbeat, but heard nothing. He embraced his friend a little tighter for a final time as Vietnamese machine gun rounds smashed around him.
The final photo in Leroy's series of "Doc" was a blurred photo of the Corpsman rising, "Rock" Roldan's M16 rifle in hand. She lost sight of "Doc" Wike, as he advanced up the hill alone firing his fallen friend's rifle, screaming "Kill them all!"
The "Hill Fights" as the engagement would later be known would cost 155 American lives before it ended, with 940 North Vietnamese soldiers dead. "Doc" survived amazingly unscathed, and relinked with another Marine platoon at the top of the hill.
Life for Wike had been tough after the war, with many failed marriages, recurring nightmares, and his house burning down in 2004. He subsisted on meager pension of a few hundred dollars to survive on, living in a cramped apartment alone and estranged from his children. He tried to forget the Vietnam he kept seeing in his nightmares.
However there was one thing "Doc" didn't forget about Vietnam. Tattooed on his shoulder were the names of every fallen Marine he had fought beside, among them his friend "Rock". "Doc" suffered a stroke in 2008 and is in poor health, but where ever you are Mr. Wike, we salute you.

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Don't know if there are any vets on here who were drafted, but when drafted what determined your branch and role? Was it pot luck to end up as a grunt? Or were there tests?
 
Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience!
One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, ' You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!
'How in the world did you know that?' asked Plumb.
'I packed your parachute,' the man replied.
Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude.
The man pumped his hand and said, 'I guess it worked!'
Plumb assured him, 'It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today.'
Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, 'I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat; a bib in the back; and bell-bottom trousers.
I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor.' Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.
Now, Plumb asks his audience, 'Who's packing your parachute?' Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. He also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory - he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.
Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason. As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who pack your parachutes.
I am sending you this as my way of thanking you for your part in packing my parachute

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A wounded Marine is tended to by a medic as a M50 Ontos passes by. Hue, South Vietnam. 23 February 1968.
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US Army Special Forces and ARVN Rangers engage Viet Cong outside SF base Ben Het in 1969. The SF soldier in this photo was wounded in the head after this photo was taken
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