Monday, June 27, 2016

Jungle Landing Zone

Here we are approaching a landing zone in the jungle.  The military term for this kind of action was a Combat Assault.  Anxiety would normally be cranked up but not this time because we were second-in.  That is why I risked having my camera out.

The door gunner on my right has his M60 machine gun up and ready to use.  You never know what will happen when landing in the jungle.  Ammunition for the M60 was feed from the metal box you can see just below the gun.  See that red ring on the front of the box?  That is the top of a smoke grenade.  We used smoke grenades in colors like red, yellow, blue and green to mark landing areas in the jungle.

In the snapshot below you can see an officer and a sergeant having a discussion on the jungle floor.  They were on the first-in helicopter.    They are deciding how to set up the perimeter.  We always set up a perimeter around the landing zone to protect the helicopters that were still landing.    That is my knee in the lower right corner of the picture.

Approaching a landing zone in the jungle by helicopter was about the most dangerous thing we did.  We were like sitting ducks.  For the enemy, we were a clear and open shot.  We would fly slower and slower as we dropped in so we were an easy target to hit.  If they started firing at us, we couldn't accelerate out of there very quickly.  The reaction time of a Huey helicopter is slow.  If the pilot was hit, the helicopter could easily lose control and spin into the ground.  So with all of those possibilities, it was a tremendous relief when you jumped off, ran to the perimeter, got down on your knees, faced your M16 toward the jungle and waited for the remaining helicopters to land.

If the whole company was landing, there would be about three waves of five helicopters coming in one after another.  I can't imagine what the enemy thought if they were within a kilometer of a landing site.  All that noise disrupting their quiet space.  If I was them I would have have been tempted to run in another direction.  








Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Traveling By Huey

Two similar snapshots.  I'm sitting on the floor in the doorway of a Huey helicopter.  Across the way is another Huey flying along with us in formation.  Usually there were five of them flying together.

If you look closely at the other helicopter, you can see someone sitting in the same place I am sitting with his feet dangling in the breeze.  He is a lot closer to us than it looks.  I could almost yell hello to him over there if it wasn't for the noise from the helicopter's jet engine and the blades beating the air above.

 On my right, is an M60 machine gun.  It is held in place by a gun mount that allows it to be pointed in any direction.  Linked 7.62 mm ammunition with tracer rounds are fed into the side of the gun and ready to shoot.  The door gunner sits above and to my right on a webbed chair behind the gun.  He is relaxed and I am relaxed for the moment.  We are both looking out at the landscape below.  We cannot get in trouble when we are cruising along at 80 knots and 2,000 feet in the air.  Enemy soldiers are not going to shoot at us this high up.  They will wait until we drop lower where we are a much larger, slower, and easier target to hit.

When we traveled like this, we were either on the way in or on the way out of the jungle.  If on the way in, we would be enjoying the view while at the same time wondering what the landing zone in the jungle will be like.  Most times, the landing zone would not have enemy soldiers waiting there for us.  The reason was they had no idea what particular open spot in the jungle the helicopter would choose to drop us in.  They didn't have enough soldiers to cover every clearing out there so most times a landing in the jungle was uneventful.

If we had just been picked up from the jungle, we would be feeling relieved.  We knew we were heading to hot showers, hot meals and clean clothes on a firebase somewhere.  So we just sat back and enjoyed the ride.  Yes, we would have to pull guard in the evening on a firebase, but the days would be spent relaxing and reading for the most part.  We could wind down a bit.  As you might imagine, I enjoyed leaving the jungle a hell of a lot more than returning to it.    






Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Huey Helicopters

The Bell UH-1 Iroquois, widely known as a Huey by the Grunts in Vietnam, were primarily used when traveling to and from the jungle.  We traveled in them so much that we all earned Air Medals.

The Army had other uses for Huey's as well.  They used them as medivac helicopters,  They would swoop in and extract wounded soldiers from the jungle then deliver them to a hospital.   They installed all kinds of weaponry on them, such as mini-guns and rocket pods, then used them as attack helicopters.  They were used to supply us with food and water every three days while we were in the jungle.

It didn't surprise me when I read that the Army used over 7,000 of them in Vietnam.  What first impressed me about them was a Huey was powered by a turbojet engine.  Until I saw my first Huey, I thought jet engines were all used to push an aircraft like a rocket.

As a troop carrier, it was amazing how many guys they could transport.  The crew consisted of a pilot, co-pilot and two door gunners.  The door-gunners sat on each side toward the rear.  If you look closely at the picture above, you can make out the M60 machine gun they used.  There was an M60 on each side.  Behind the pilots was space for about eight soldiers, each with their own pack and weapons.  When you consider that a pack alone weighed about eighty pounds, it is hard to believe that a Huey could actually fly with all of that weight.

To help save weight and simplify getting in and out of a Huey, the doors were removed.  Everywhere we flew, we flew with no doors.  A prized place to sit was on the floor where the door would normally be with your feet dangling out over the struts.  We held on for dear life, believe me, but it was a rush.  You probably think that it was a scary experience flying like that.  When we would first take off, I would feel a flutter in my stomach as we passed low over the jungle.  But once we were up over a thousand feet, the flutter disappeared and I enjoyed looking down at all the greenery that passed below.




 

Friday, June 3, 2016

Having Some Fun


My book, "21 Months, 24 Days" has a whole chapter about these snapshots.  What you are looking at is the bottom of a Huey helicopter with three soldiers dangling from it.  I was one of those soldiers!  That day was maybe the craziest day of my life.

When we are young, a lot of us take risks on a dare or just for the thrill of it.  Some take a day and learn to parachute from an airplane.  Some climb rock walls hundreds of feet high.  Some take dangerous rafting trips on wild river rapids.  Others bungee jump from bridges.  In this case, I didn't get pushed into it on a dare.  Nor did I do it because of the thrill.  I did it because I thought I was going to die anyway over there so why not.

What you see in the picture was part of a fifteen minute thrill ride.  The ride began when we stepped into the harness.  The harness was formed into a simple loop that we tucked under our ass like a kids swing.  The helicopter was hovering one-hundred feet over our head, waiting for our signal.  When ready, with nothing more than a thumbs-up, the pilot began to rise straight up until we were about 750 feet in the air.  Then he tipped the main rotor forward while increasing the pitch of the blades and we found ourselves accelerating forward while continuing to rise.  Before you knew it, we were flying at an elevation of 1,500 feet and traveling forward at 80 knots.  Air resistance swung us back behind the helicopter so when you looked up, the helicopter was actually out in front of us.  In that position we cruised over the countryside.  Thankfully, we were out of range from enemy rifle fire below.  Too soon, we were back to where the ride began and then lowered to the ground.

Well that is enough about what we did.  You will have to read the book to learn why the ride was offered to us in the first place.