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"20k South of DaNang"

Dec 04, 1971
My name is Harvey Schwab and I was the Blues Platoon Leader that replaced John Kettlewell in D-Troop. I was later replaced by a non rated Lt named Wally Shroeder and returned to flying Slicks. We lost one of the Blues about 20 clicks south of Da Nang during a hot insertion surrounding a railroad trestle. During this time the firefight was rather intense. The VC were on top of a railroad and inside a tunnel. They were throwing grenades at the Blues as they attempted to climb to the high ground. It was reported by Wally Schroeder that the Blue platoon Sgt was slapping the grenades away with his hands. The blue that was killed that day was SP4 Dennis Ray Stewart. He demonstrated bravery beyond the call, attempting to get to the high ground and silence the enemy above. He was shot after he crested the top of the hill. The fighting was rather intense because I remember the gunships were flying so low to lay out suppressing fire, that some of the rockets did not have time to arm and were shot in the mud without exploding. One of the gunships was flown by "Quick Draw" (Harold McGarrh) with Lt. Larry Sloan in the front seat. Larry's turret did not work so he took pictures of the entire firefight. We extracted the Blues during intense fire and at that time we were unable to get to Stewart. An Air Force air strike of 500 pound bombs was ordered on the position. After the air strike and a BDA by the little bird, a Slick flew in and picked up our fallen comrade, SP4 Stewart. I believe I still remember the color of the smoke that marked Stewarts' position, it was yellow. Hopefully, I have his name correct, it has been a very long time. - wall location 02W-084

by: Harvey Schwab - January 30, 2008

"The Whites of their Eyes"

January 1972
My induction into the Scouts. ...The sun was barely in the horizon when take off was at 0500. The beauty of the country side was so remarkable that I lost the awareness of being in a war zone. When the free fire zone was announced, caution, fear, excitement and other unknown feelings, was the realty. Flying through a river bank, we spotted human foot prints leading us onto the entrance of a cave. Within a few minutes, the gunner and I started throwing grenades into the cave; left the area without any incident. By early morning I spotted an enemy hootch with the campfire still burning. We flew in for a closer look, started searching the area and began destroying. We started taking small fire; I felt the loach move each time a bullet struck. While the fire fight was going on my grease gun jammed, Mr. Bloyer's turned towards me and gave me his M15. Low in fuel and ammo, we headed for a fire base; as we landed Freeman helped me unjammed my grease gun. At the fire base I spoke to some of the Blues that had taked pictures of the fire fight. Now, I know that my hair was black before the fight, but I'm sure that it turned white at that moment; and those pictures will prove it, if I ever will see them. As we approached the hot zone, I could see the F4s and other aircraft that were engaged in the battle. They were using their arsenal, destroying a vast amount of the vegetation and the surrounding area. By late afternoon it was our turn to go back into the area and assess the damage (first one in and last one out). From this point on all I remember is how loud I was cussing going back into that hot zone and remembering what the company commander had told me "do you want to see the white of their eyes?" Inducted January 72.

by: Sp4 Rivas - August 16, 2009

"Not too much trouble"

December 1970
After a day of flying missions, I went with Dave Jackson, Tom Hayzlett, Duane Sather and I think Hoffman. We went drinking at the EM club and unfortunately stayed too late to catch our ride back to the flight line. Since I was an ex MP, I went over to the PMO and asked the desk Sgt if I could borrow his set of bolt cutters, since I had a jeep but lost my key. He handed me the bolt cutters and we went out and cut off the lock to one of his MP jeeps and we stole it. It was too long of a walk back to the flight line so who would have told us not to. We were caught by the MP's and had to have the 1st Sgt come and retrieve us at the Provost Marshall's office. I don't think we received any article 15's but Tom Hayzlett told me later, when first contacted him and asked if he remembered me. His answer was, how can I forget the guy who almost got me sent to LBJ. Sorry about that. Anyway, lesson learned. Not a war story, just a good memory.

by: Bill Tucker - December 12, 2011

"Miraculous Landing"

May 1969
My name is John Conroy. I was witness to Captain John Michael Henry's miraculous landing of his AH1G Cobra on the strip at Tam Ky Airport after he and his ship were shot up by .51's, which killed the pilot, Captain Huber. My company A 1/501 Infantry, 101st Airborne was pulling security at the end of the runway when this incident occurred. I brought this subject up on our website, LZSally.com, and one of the other guys did the research to bring up the incident #AH1G67-15686, and the story, courtesy of the VHPA. Anyway, if (then) Captain Huber, late of D-1-1 Cav, wants an independent account of his actions that day I will be glad to provide it to him. He passed out immediately after landing, and we all thought he was KIA for all these years. My comrades and I were the first to reach his (controlled "running landing") landed aircraft.

by: John Conroy 1/501 Infantry - December 29, 2011

"Borrowed Time... small world"

1970
A Shau Battle My firearms instructor is a USMC Vietnam vet. While having coffee recently, the conversation drifted to "The Nam". This was very rare. It turned out that we were there during the same tour. To make it more interesting, we both should have died at the same time, same place, same day. We never met. Me? When I traded places with Mr. Pearson. That morning Mr.Pearson's Cobra was hit and there were no survivors. I was supposed to be in that seat. Some things will never be forgotten. At approximately the same time, my instructor was returning from patrol all night, and was assigned to an LP. That assignment was over-turned by his E9. Shortly thereafter the LP was over-run . . . there were no survivors. Small world . . .

by: Mel Walker - May 30, 2014

"Shot Down by a Laundry Bag"

1969
In August of 1969, we hadn't seen a lot of action so I made the mistake of accepting Johnny Applegath's invite to go fly with him. From the first light mission we seemed to take fire everywhere we went.
We had just left a mountainside where we had to drop smokes to a unit that was pinned down. Our first pass, I looked out parallel to me and saw a rifle pointed at us from a cave as I dropped the smokes. We managed to take only a few hits in the skids and landed at the bottom of the hill to check damage. We were going to make another pass and I suggested to Johnny that we come in from another direction, but he didn't like that idea. So I made sure I tossed the smokes a little faster this time.
We left that location and were heading back to hill 29, low on fuel and with some new holes in the aircraft, when a Cobra flown by WO1 Rosenow was shot down by a 50cal. We flew over the crash site to check it out and realized that there was nothing that could be done.
As we departed that location, there was a loud bang as our tail rotor decided to depart the aircraft. Naturally we figured the 50 got it. Johnny put it in autorotation and we landed with just bent skids and no tail boom.
Now, I'll regress to the beginning of the flight. Anyone that knew Johnny, knew how much he liked his mini-gun and he wanted to keep it covered from dust. His instructions to me in event of a mission, were to untie the aircraft while he took the Laundry bag off the gun. Sounded like a good plan to me at the time. Once the aircraft was slung back to Hill 29, we walked down to look at the damange and on the way back to the bunker, we both turned to each other and asked about the same time if either of had noticed the Laundry bag. If I ever see Johnny again, I'd like to give him a possible replica of that 50. It's green and made of cloth.

by: John Bosch - March 16, 2016

"Up in Smoke"

1971
Soon after arriving at Marble Mountain in late ’71, several Rangers were added to our platoon and along with them came their hootch maid. I must admit she was hell on wheels and cussed like a sailor but she kept us looking strac.
During the spring when refugees flooded Da Nang she began bringing two young refugee sisters, one 8 and the other 11 to “help her” but of course we all pitched in and they were paid enough to feed their family.
Then it happened. One of the MP’s who had refused to move from the two hootches next to the Blues came out while the little girl was filling a tub of wash water and just kicked it in her face. Wrong move!
That afternoon we planned a CS attack on their hootches and I was thinking a couple of canisters. Oh hell no, the Blues always outdid themselves. I blew the whistle and all hell breaks loose and Blues are tossing in 5 – 6 canisters each and screaming like Indians on the war path.
Attack over and I ran away and looked back. Holly Cow, a huge cloud of CS was rising 200 feet in the air and beginning to drift towards the CQ and the NCO club next door. Next thing I saw was the CO walking on his hands and knees, snot dragging on the ground, being led by a blinded XO, straight into a piss pipe.
Then here come all the drunk NCO’s stumbling through the clouds of gas gasping for breath while trying to cover their eyes with one arm and feeling in front of them with the other arm. I suddenly had a bad feeling of impeding doom then remembered the Blues mantra “What can they do to us, send us to Nam”. Yep, hard to get much lower than a grunt in Nam.
The MP’s moved out that night and the CO only said he was glad they were gone and the Blues celebrated like we did every night and got drunk.

by: Ken Tomlinson - March 13, 2018

"Steak Barbecue"

1971
Several Blues had appropriated a couple of cases of steaks from the mess hall during the night and they were not the typical steaks served by the mess hall once a week, but really nice steaks. The next afternoon we rigged up a makeshift BBQ next to our hootches and began cooking. About that time the CO walked by and began chatting. We asked if he would like to have a steak with us and he walked over and the second he saw the steaks his face became very stern and shouted out “Those are my f****** steaks”. Again we asked him if he would like to join us and he walked away just shaking his head.

by: Ken Tomlinson - March 13, 2018

"Robin Hood"

1972
For some reason the little PX’s in ’72 seemed to not be able to stock the basics such as soap but almost every week they would be loaded up on some kind of toy and sold them very cheap. Several of us went in one day and they had kids archery sets for sale for a dollar so we stocked up and a few days later went out to the empty parking area behind the Troop area and began shooting a few arrows which in about 30 seconds became quite boring. I suggested that we could remove the bullet from and M-60 round and place it on the tip of the arrow, shoot it up and watch it explode a safe distance away. It took a few tries and finally taped a small stone over the primer and lo and behold it worked. Again, the Blues were never ones to be outdone and the arrows finally evolved till we produced one with a .50 cal round taped to the tip, half full of gunpowder and the rest with C-4. Not to be outdone we also taped about a quarter pound of C-4 around the shell. About the time we were going to launch the armed arrow along came a guy, lets call him “Fred”. Everyone liked Fred but there was no doubt he had been hit hard in the head a few times and always had this puzzled look on his face. Anyway, Fred asks “Whatcha doing?” and we explained everything to him and he asked if he could try it. Since we were down to our last arrow we said sure. Big mistake! Fred took the bow and we set up the arrow and he raised the arrow to the proper trajectory but sudden leaned back and shot the arrow straight up! I can still remember that very second as the arrow hit a commo line right above us and things went into slow motion. As I turned to run I was looking up and remember the arrow beginning to turn heavy side down. That is when I made an enemy, at least for awhile. There was a guy in front of me running and I grabbed his shoulder and used my arm to propel myself in front of him. Somehow in the couple of seconds before the arrow landed everyone except Fred had found cover. Thankfully the shell missed Fred and never exploded. We all then agreed it was time for a few beers and the game was over.

by: Ken Tomlinson - March 13, 2018

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