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During April '69, Forth Platoon was R.O.N.ed inside the turn around at Tan-An Airstrip. We saw all the arrivals and departures. We watched the Bird Dogs take off and return. We watched as Dustoffs went and came, and when we could hear over our radios, our own Company talk, as wounded and dead from the line platoons were medivaced, we experienced it in an unusual way that was different from how others in the Company experienced it. It was a good day when the Dustoff Chopper just sat at the end of the Turn Around with its rotor blades tied. Above is one half of a Cobra Hunter Killer Team taking off.
 
The View From The Top Of The Rope!

Dustoff arriving, possibly with someone aboard who may have been at our 1999 reunion, or who could be at the next one.


 

"Facts are stupid things." --Ronald Reagan

The other half of that Hunter Killer Team. As the two Cobras hovered, gathering themselves for take off on the runway in front of their protected enclosures, one took off, but the second lost thrust and wheeled over into the area next to the runway, landing on the edge of what we were told was a minefield in the perimeter area around the airstrip. The next thing we knew, there were perhaps one hundred to two hundred men running down the runway from the hospital and other buildings, and some from Forth Platoon, right into the field of potential fire of the mini gun and grenade launcher of the downed ship. No one knew the status of the electrical system aboard that Cobra, or if she could suddenly fire accidentally, due to some electrical short, and kill those running toward her. Unfortunately, the Gunner was killed when the rotor came around and took his head off in the crash, but fortunately, the mini gun did not fire, so all the "rescuers" lived.


When a Chinook would land, all hell would break loose in our R.O.N. in the Turn Around. Ponchos we used for shade, cots, personal belongings, equipment, and dust would fly around in the air so thick we could not see across the R.O.N., but out in the center of things, with the wit and timing sense of a comic genius, as everyone else in the platoon was franticly grabbing for his stuff, Augie Pisano would be out in the midst of the chaos running in circles, tightly gripping his Boonie Hat brims with both hands, crying out, "Let me in , Auntie Em. Let me in, Auntie Em."
"Without censorship, things can get terribly confused in the public mind." -- General William Westmoreland on why the media should be controlled in wartime.

Occasionally we'd sight a little Beaver. NCO School Candidates were trained at Benning to guide in resupply drops from Beavers, but this was the only one we saw during our tour in the Delta riding with a Mech unit, which carried its own supplies.


Our deepest Gratitude for the Sounds used on Hotel Bravo. See the H.B. Credits page.