Sunday, October 18, 2020

Bien Hoa Pick-Up 1965

 

As a Medical Evacuation Helicopter Pilot (Call Sign...Dustoff), I would often fly out for patient pick-ups in active combat areas. Each time I did I would see the conditions that the ground troops had to endure and I would often draw comparisons to my own situation.

They would be dirty, often very wet, often very hot, often they could not see 10 yards into the jungle in front of or behind themselves and in danger of receiving enemy fire at any moment. At the end of the day they were still in these horrid conditions and now they had to try to survive the night.

My situation was different. We were often in great danger but, at the end of our missions, we had a clean bed to sleep in, good food (lots of hamburgers) and security of some kind...Or did we?

I often thought that I would not trade my job for that of an infantry soldier for anything.

As Major Paul Bloomquist told me on my first day in Viet Nam, as we sat in a downtown restaurant, "This is the best war you will ever fight in. You get to fly around and get shot at and, if you survive, you get to go downtown at night and eat a steak."

One day we flew up to Bien Hoa to pick up patients and transport them back to Saigon. The patients were not ready when we arrived and we shut the ship down to wait.

I was sitting on a skid and talking to walking wounded from the aid station. Most showed some sign of the wounds they were recuperating from...bandages, crutches, limps, etc. These were the infantry soldiers for which I had often felt so sorry.

At one point, one of wounded stood towards the front of the ship and while looking up at the Plexiglas in front of where we sat but not looking at me he said,

"I would not have your job for all the money in the world."

I guess we are all comfortable with what we know and are trained to do.

Not kidding u,

Smartfella

Lagniappe: In 1966 I sent this story to Reader’s Digest for publication. I expect to hear back from them any day now.