7:42 | The Green Beret was alone and under fire in a bomb crater with FAC pilot Paul Curs circling overhead in his little Cessna. He couldn't call for fighter support because of heavy cloud cover but he had the Willy Peter white phosphorus rockets he used to mark targets. And he was a deadeye shot with them. Part 2 of 2.
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Both his parents encouraged him to serve, so Paul Curs chose VMI for higher learning and a route into flight school. Like everyone, he wanted to fly fighters but chose to fly as a forward air controller in Vietnam as a stepping stone to the fast jets.
It was an emotional scene as Paul Curs said goodbye to his family and boarded the airliner for Vietnam. Before he could get to his assignment as a forward air controller in Vietnam, he had to undergo survival training in the Philippines. He found a successful way to elude the tribesmen who were paid to search for him.
The base at Pleiku was so high up in the mountains that the Cessna O-2 had performance issues. Forward air controller Paul Curs flew that aircraft in support of missions on and around the Ho Chi Minh trail. The first time he flew over Laos, there were so many bomb craters he thought it looked like the surface of the moon.
Forward air controller Paul Curs usually flew with someone else in the other seat. He had a captain who was nearing his rotation date on a couple of missions and the guys decided to give him a little surprise as a sendoff.
The Viet Cong would fire some small rockets into the air base every now and then, just for harassment. Paul Curs recalls the startling scene of airmen watching the barrage in a very nonchalant manner. Once he found a dud sticking up out of the ground.
Paul Curs didn't realize the extent of the Ho Chi Minh Trail until he began flying missions over it. He was a forward air controller, or FAC, and his little Cessna had no real armament, yet he flew right into the anti-aircraft fire to coordinate attacks. The goal was to interdict men, weapons and supplies coming down the trail.
Some commanders flew combat missions along with everybody else and some didn't. You can guess which ones got the respect of the pilots. Paul Curs was a FAC pilot flying out of Pleiku and he recalls when the tactics officer tried out a new tactic. It didn't go over too well.
Halfway through his tour, FAC pilot Paul Curs began flying missions for MACV SOG, the Studies and Observations Group. It sounded innocuous but what they did was insert Green Beret teams into the jungle to cause havoc with the enemy. They were the bravest warriors he had ever seen.
FAC pilot Paul Curs was flying in support of a Green Beret mission. The weather was bad and he couldn't always see the ground. Just about when it was time for him to return to base and another pilot to take over the mission, he got a frantic call from a team member on the ground. His actions over the next half hour would bring him the Silver Star. Part 1 of 2.
FAC pilot Paul Curs usually worked with Air Force fighters but one day he was working with some Navy A-7s. He wouldn't clear any pilot to go ahead and attack unless the pilot could see him. That way there would be no mid-air collision. He received that assurance so he gave the go ahead. It was nearly the last thing he ever did.
He thought he had been promised an assignment to fly fighters after a tour as a forward air controller, but Paul Curs found out that it was less than a promise. As he boarded a flight in Spokane to head home, a belligerent passenger wanted to fight. A returning Green Beret nearly gave him what he wanted.
No one would talk to him about it. Pilots from earlier wars wouldn't give him the time of day. It was a stigma that Vietnam veteran Paul Curs could not shake. He was one of the guys who "lost" the war and, on top of that, he was having bad dreams.
Paul Curs has been to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial three times. Each one has been an emotional experience, including the time he pointed to a panel at random and got a chilling surprise.
Shortly after arriving in Vietnam, FAC pilot Paul Curs came to a sobering realization about the war. It became his goal to make sure as many of his comrades as possible went home safely. The absurdity of the war was made clear when he reported that he sighted a tank. There are no tanks there, came the reply.
For Vietnam veteran Paul Curs, his experiences and stories are shared in the memory of his VMI classmate John William Kennedy, who did not make it back from that war.
Why were the Montagnard units getting no contact? It was determined that they weren't going out far enough and on the second patrol that ventured further, Jim Bolan and the combined unit ran into the back of a VC ambush. A furious firefight followed, and he summoned his ace in the hole, the Air Force.
Forward air controller Mike Leonard went up to Ban Me Thuot to help out for a few days. The first night, as he settled in with a cold beer, the radio crackled with pleas for help from a nearby special forces camp. They were under siege. Part 1 of 3.
After basic training, Bruce Hojnacki found out he was going to be an MP. The advanced training for the military police was right there at Fort Gordon, where he had his basic. Then, like most draftees at the time, he got orders for Vietnam.
American advisor John Le Moyne didn't give the South Vietnamese Airborne unit much advice. He was there to call in air strikes, artillery, Medevacs and resupply. He marveled at the toughness and courage of the fighters who traced the unit's lineage back to the French Colonial Airborne.
When a new pilot checked in, David Farthing asked where he was before. The answer caused him to bite his tongue. They were always short of pilots in the assault helicopter company, but he didn't think this guy was going to work out. Overall, though, things were getting better and it was his opinion that it had a lot to do with the new top commander, Creighton Abrams. (Caution: coarse language.)
This isn't going to work. That's what Tony Nadal told his boss, Hal Moore, as they launched a helicopter assault to search for the enemy. He was right. The forces scattered and hid, so new tactics were called for. The next assault was in the Ia Drang Valley and they were perhaps too successful. Part 1 of 5.
It wasn't any ragtag Viet Cong, it was a battalion of NVA that was assaulting the artillery battery where Sammy Davis was stationed in the Mekong Delta. After an RPG hit his gun, he regained consciousness and found his position nearly overrun. After firing every round he had, he saw a wounded American on the other side of the river. He knew what he had to do and his actions brought him consideration for the nation's highest military honor, the Medal of Honor.
Can I cut the mustard? Tom Agnew was apprehensive on the way to Vietnam and wondering if he was up to the task. He was assigned as a medic in a helicopter evacuation unit, known as Dustoff. On one of his first missions, he learned not to triage the wounded too quickly. (Caution: coarse language.)
When someone at work made a comment that America had lost the Vietnam War, Roye Wilson was shocked. Our soldiers never lost a battle there. The politicians decided they would leave and they did. To him, it was an honorable enterprise and the only right course at the time and it is his belief that it contributed to the fall of Soviet communism.
It could be tough getting resupplied in the field in Vietnam. Medic Marvin Cole nearly had a Chinook land on top of him in the fog. He and his medical platoon performed missions treating civilians in their villages and he relates a chilling story of a child used by the enemy to attack one of these operations.
Following a harrowing first day of combat, Tom Buchan was surprised to find hot food flown in and cots to sleep on. He managed to finally get himself on a tank crew through sheer will and intelligence. It was the day he helped out one of the APC crews, though, that earned him recognition.
While he was beginning his shift as the night duty officer, Lawson Magruder would marvel at the wrecked helicopters brought back to base. The brigade had moved and tactics had not been adjusted for the fact that there were anti-aircraft batteries up near the DMZ. He relates the story of LT Dick Anshus and a downed pilot who were captured.
It was the most intense action he saw during the war. Mike Morris describes the hour long battle with an NVA unit that made an unusual frontal assault. When daylight came, it was a grim scene, with hundreds of enemy dead.
The Air Force rescue crews flying the big helicopters known as the Jolly Green Giants began to get respect among the pilots of other services because they excelled at retrieving downed airmen. Pilot Dave Oliver was on one such mission, which was going badly, when the commander asked if was he willing to go in without waiting for backup. The situation was dire for the men on the ground so the answer was affirmative. He would be awarded the Silver Star for this action.
His company command at the Cua Viet River was just the way Richard Jackson liked it. He was given free reign to take care of his area. He describes the tactics he used to fight the enemy and recalls one memorable fight in which his men and an NVA unit charged at each other in darkness.
After the column was devastated by an NVA ambush, wounded Americans were scattered in the darkness. After his captain heard one such group calling for help on the radio, Freddie Owens joined a patrol to find them, guided by a gunshot every few minutes. Once there, medic Daniel Torres volunteered to stay with those who couldn't move and protected them through the night with medicine and a machine gun.
Platoon leader Bill Pearson sent out a squad to set up a night ambush and when they made contact, it was with a much larger VC force. With the rest of the platoon, he set out to find them and bring them back. When he located the besieged squad, the battle became intense and they were in danger of being wiped out. In a desperation move, he called in artillery on his own position.
It was hard to find the enemy. Charlie would disappear into his holes and only come out once the Marines of Mike company had left. Richard Jackson's men tried probing the ground with sharp sticks, but they broke too easily. What they needed was steel. Thus was born the "Mike Spike." Part 1 of 2.
One night, while Laurie was eating dinner, the USS Sanctuary got a call about a plane crash. She vividly remembers the patients coming aboard, and the aftermath of this incident, including one boy who was MIA. However, as difficult as this experience was, this was nothing compared to the Tet Offensive. They had new wounded coming in constantly, and trying to care for all of them at once was emotionally exhausting. (Interview conducted at, and with the assistance of, the Military Heritage Museum- https://freedomisntfree.org/.)
In a letter home, Tommy Clack expressed his worry that something bad was going to happen and it did when his unit engaged the NVA near the Cambodian border. He saw the enemy soldier stand and fire the RPG that changed his life forever.
As Marine Captain Ron Christmas fought to regain the city of Hue, he found the enemy adept at concealment and surprise. Every soldier in a spider hole was armed with a rifle and a RPG launcher. His action during this time earned him the Navy Cross.
The RPG that severed Joe McDonald’s foot didn’t kill him. The machine gun fire that hit him as he still tried to help others didn’t kill him. The grenade taped to his hand might have killed him if the VC had found his hiding place.
They were hunkered down after fierce fighting when the call came from "Ghost 4-6." It was a group of wounded men who had pulled themselves together after the ill fated march to LZ Albany and were lost in the dark. George Forrest sent a patrol to find them, and in an incredible act of bravery, medic Daniel Torres stayed through the night with them and saved many men. Captain Forrest still had to write a gut-wrenching letter to the mother of a missing soldier. Part 3 of 4.
When he got on the bus in Bowling Green, Bruce Hojnacki was put in charge by the soldier there. Why me? At the next stop, the Army draftees were lined up and a Marine sergeant came down the line. Guess what happened if he he tapped you on the shoulder.
It was only twenty miles or so from the DMZ. The province of Quang Tri was where newly arrived MP Bruce Hojnacki landed once he got to Vietnam. Among his duties were raiding the local houses of ill repute and manning the guard bunkers at the Marine base.
He was one of five brothers but Bruce Hojnacki was the only one to get drafted. He was going to school in the nascent field of data processing and he put that on hold to serve his country. As he left for basic training, his father gave him some sage advice.
Bird Dog Pilot Mike Leonard wound up in a small village near the Cambodian border. It was a tight knit group of pilots and the head of the unit would take new guys up for an orientation flight. On one of these, they got a little too close to the border and the North Vietnamese anti-aircraft batteries.