This is a short introduction
that will hopefully give you a better understanding of who these Air soilders
were and
how they thought. I can not speak for all the pilots of the 281st
or 192nd for each has his own story and feelings but if you boil things
down this introduction would probably speak for most of us and put you in
the right frame of mind with which to enjoy this site.
When the U.S. entered the Vietnam war
the many uses for instant air transportation became very apparent.
The use of the helicopter became a very real part of almost every phase
of the war but it was at the beginning of the learning curve and lessons
were being learned at a very high price. Helicopters could be manufactured
in a few weeks but due to tradition, pilots took years to produce.
The need for chopper pilots for these machines was beginning to get critical
so a new approach to this problem had to be found.
The powers that be decided that
the need for the traditional four-year college education had to be waived
because it took too long. They didn't care if you knew who painted
what painting when and what wine went with what meal. They needed pilots
right now, pilots that could be trained quickly, and pilots that could be
easily released when they were no longer needed. In short, they needed
“Christmas Help”. They gave them a rank (Warrant Officer) which would
give them a little credit for what they were and the responsibility they would
have but which would separate them from the real career people.
Who they needed to fly these machines
was a person that had to have three primary attributes. They needed
someone that was at the peak of their reflex ability which usually meant
someone between the age of 18 and 26 or thereabouts. They needed someone
that was street wise, a rather sneaky person, someone that could figure their
way out of a jam in an instant and somehow complete the mission and get that
bird back home. Thirdly, they needed someone that wanted to learn how
to fly but didn't really realize what they were getting into. So the
call was made, the college degree requirement dropped, special testing implemented,
and pilots-to-be came out of the woodwork from every state in the union.
Flight training began in Fort Wolters,
TX where these highschoolers, college dropouts, pre enlisted and regular
Army officers converged. Flight school for these pilots to be would
last 9 months with the first month designed to weed out the undesirables
and those of minimal desire. After that, the harassment died down
quite a bit and everyone got down to learning how to fly. The training
at Fort Wolter lasted five months and was pretty much basic helicopter training.
The next four months of training was conducted at Fort Rucker, AL. That
training gave you some instrument instruction so you could get back if you
went into the clouds and then transition you into the Huey, the workhorse
chopper of Vietnam. We were told that a flight school graduate cost the Army
$90,000. That training did produce a fine pilot but as the saying goes
“There is nothing smarter than a high school senior and nothing dumber than
a college freshman,” and so it was for the flight school graduate. Viet
Nam was to be the “wake-up call.”
Once in Nam these chopper pilots learned
to pretty much take care of themselves. The air war was new and new
ways of doing things were being passed down pilot to pilot. Flying by the
book could get you killed and that was a no-no because the “Book” was being
rewritten on a daily basis. Ones rank didn't seem to matter as much
as ones experience and that is where the relationship between aircraft commanders
(AC) and the green Peter pilots (PP) developed to produce what now are the
finest helicopter pilots in the world. For the most part warrant officers
(WO) and regular officers (RLO) mixed well in the field because bullets and
choppers knew no rank.
Most pilots got out of Vietnam
with about 1,000 hours of combat. It took about 6 months of flying
every day for a PP to gain enough experience to become an AC. To make
AC was an honor above all else for it put pride in your step and gave you
credibility. You only made AC when the other ACs thought you were ready
for it. There were exceptions to this unwritten rule due to rank and
more often than not it cost the Army plenty in the long run.
There was a tremendous difference
between the AC and PP in the first month that would be continually chipped
away at in the months that followed through experience. A PP only
knew something was wrong with the ship if he heard a loud noise, an AC felt
it in his seat or the collective days before it was to break. A PP
only heard one radio, an AC knew what was being said on all 3 and sometimes
4 radios. A PP thought of the enlisted crew just as door gunners, an
AC knew his life depended on their skill to keep his tail rotor clear and
expedite the troops in or out of the ship when seconds counted. A PP
thought in terms of the shortest distance between points A & B, an AC
thought in terms of the safest distance between points A & B. A
PP thought the guns never saw real action because they never actually had
to set down in a hot LZ, an AC knew “Charlie” got bonus points for downing
a gunshot and that the cover fire from those guns gave him the precious seconds
he needed to get out of there. A PP needed a clear field to set down
it, an AC made his own spot. A PP flinched when bullets hit the ship,
an AC didn't twitch a muscle. An AC took the first flight in, a PP took the
rest most of the time. A PP pondered his near death experience, an AC
joked about it that night with the guys while downing a beer or two or three.
Need I say one usually learned the ropes pretty quickly over there.
I could go on and on but I believe you have the idea.
We all went to Vietnam knowing
we could get killed or wounded but deep down we figured our skills and ability
to survive would give us the edge. We were shot down, blown up, sniped
at, crashed, rained on, always had sand in our food, and even froze at nights
sometimes and it does get cold at night in the highlands. Many more
made it out than didn't and only the Lord knows why some were chosen
and others not. Maybe that is part of the reason these stories are coming
out of some of us now. In my eyes virtually every enlisted man and
every pilot that got out of the 281st is a war hero whether or not a medal
was actually given. You could not have gone through a year of all that
without getting into something deep. Our unit's stories alone would
fill this site if every story was told. We walk with pride for our
peers know what we all went through in order to survive and that's all that
really counts.
Steve Matthews, the web master for the
original 281st AHC web site has set up a "Jargon" page so those
not familiar with military words, abbreviations, and out right slang can find
out just what we mean when we use those words. Please feel free to
use it whenever you wish.
Enjoy this web site for the people talked
about here are real heroes.
John Galkiewicz (The Kid)