Saber Article Index
2012 Mar - Apr
MEDEVAC 15th Med\15th FSB
307B N Main Copperas Cove, TX 76522
Art JACOBS e-mailed info for the 2012 15th
MED Association Reunion and mentions, “I am the Vice President of the
Association this year, and, at the Reunion in May, will become the
President. Here are the particulars: 15th Med Battalion Association Annual
Reunion Dates: 2-6 May 2012 Place: Cool Springs Marriott Hotel, Franklin,
Tennessee Contact: Art JACOBS (MEDEVAC Pilot 1968), Reunion Chairman
Telephone: (615)430- 0950 E-mail:
Art also posts: “It is with much sadness that I inform you of the death
of Marty WALKER, age 69, in Sanford, NC. He passed away peacefully at
home surrounded by his family on August 25, 2011 after a two-year
illness that he handled with strength and grace - qualities we all knew
him by in Vietnam. Marty was one of the best pilots and one of the most
beloved men in the MEDEVAC Platoon in 1967-1968. I will never forget
seeing his smiling face at LZ Jane when I replaced him as he was getting
ready to go home. He was proud of what he accomplished and gave to
MEDEVAC. He taught us all how to conduct ourselves and to never forget
our crewmen. Marty was born in Takoma Park, MD, on June 4, 1942, and
married his high school sweetheart Betty WRIGHT in 1961. After the Army,
Marty worked for IBM for 31 years and then ten more years at Stanley
Works. In over 40 years of employment, Marty missed only four days of
work. He was a long-time volunteer for Habitat for Humanity, and in 2007,
Marty and his son Duke traveled to Guatemala to help build a church.
“His death reminds us all that we are a dwindling crew. I hope his
passing has us reflect on how precious our friendship is, and that we
shared and endured a unique experience in Vietnam that binds us together
for all our days.”
Randy CARSON, 9484 N. Highway 99 SPC 38 Stockton,
CA 95212-1610 writes: “Dear Saber, My name is Randolph Byron CARSON,
Randy for short. I served with 15th MED for one Asian vacation ‘67-‘68.
I was a door gunner in An Khe, Vietnam. I was proud to have helped save
a lot of lives.
“While there, I met a first sergeant by the name of
Pat SWAIN. We became good friends in a short time. He was the best
friend any man could ever have. There was a thing going around between
us. He was called ‘Papasan’ and I was called ‘Babysan’ because he always
looked out after me making sure that I brushed my teeth daily and saved my
life. When I came home he was serving his second tour.
later, he called me at my mother’s home. He was in an accident and wanted
to see me. So I went to Oklahoma where he, his wife, and two sons were
living. I did not make it in time and my ‘Papasan’ died in the hospital.
It tore a great deal out of me because the only man I ever loved died
before I could say goodbye.
“Many years have gone by and even now at
sixty-five, I still think of him and his family. I know his two sons
would have been proud of their dad.
“If there are any old 15th MED
people out there that know Randy CARSON, alias ‘Babysan,’ drop me a
line. There was [is] a saying, ‘Once CAV, Always CAV’; also, ‘If you
were not CAV you weren’t squat’; only we used another word which was slang
"I will always, until I die, remember the only
time in my life that I was ever proud of myself. I came from a family
of fourteen. Most are dead and I will be next. Thank you for allowing me
to be a part of you. Sincerely, Randy ‘Babysan’ CARSON.”
HATCH firstname.lastname@example.org just signs, “Olympia.”
John MCFARLANE email@example.com from St. Louis, MO comments: “My first look
at the Website and it's great. Brought back many memories, good and
bad. Mostly sadness at losing touch with those who shared such an
intense\insane time. I was a Medic in ‘67\’68. I'd like to hear from
anyone who remembers the lift missions up north and at Phan Thiet, the
ammo dump blowing up, and English; Tet up north, supporting the
jarheads, or the times we were hit.
"I can't remember everyone but I
flew with LAND, HATCHER, BADERSCHNEIDER, RUIZ, VINING, DIBBLE, BEHM,
WELLNER, I think KORTY also. I was there for part of the time with
CRESPI and GIBBS. Finally, remember, in DIBBLE’S words, ‘You call, we
haul, that's all!"
Tim BECKER firstname.lastname@example.org says,
“Member 15th MED Dec ‘68-Dec ‘69. Air Ambulance Platoon Medic; Aug
‘69-Dec ’69 attached to 2-7 CAV so CMB could be awarded. I'm still sad
from the experience.”
Dallas, GA, inquires, “Has anyone heard or had contact with Clay KEYES,
crew chief ‘70 – ‘71 MEDEVAC?”
email@example.com in Warren, signs in, “Thank you for
your service. Thank you for flying into Hell to get our boys out.”
’69-’70 MEDEVAC gunner Dave PARKS firstname.lastname@example.org notifies, “Devil
Dan WILKERSON has passed to FIDDLERS GREEN.” Dave says there is a
number to call his daughter on the FB 15th MED page or wall, for any
information you might need. Contact Dave to clarify.
installment of 1st Cav Vietnam reminisces came in from Al JOY: “Surprise
Attack (JOY and PRICE) by Al JOY.
“ We were on the perimeter
near what was called the ‘Tea Plantation’ near Pleiku . It was our first
night there, and although there was an open area two hundred yards to our
right, probably a quarter mile across, there was a line of high brush
and scrub trees just twenty-five yards in front of us, which in our
minds looked like the ideal spot to infiltrate the line.
pre-dug foxholes, dug with a backhoe, just the width of a backhoe blade,
probably three feet wide (just the width of a wooden pallet) and armpit
deep, maybe seven to eight feet long with a pile of dirt two and a half
to three feet high, behind the hole.
“Our first job was to build
a castle wall of sandbags on the front edge of the hole and cover the
whole thing with a tarp to deflect any grenades that might be lobbed in. The
second phase was to set multiple trip flares, rattle traps and
“By the time we finished it was dark and we settled in for
the night taking two hour shifts. Although the foxhole had water up to
our knees, we had bailed out the water dug sump holes and were high and
dry (four feet below ground) thanks to the wooden pallets. I had
completed an uneventful shift and had turned the watch over to my buddy and
settled into a well earned sleep.
“Suddenly, I was awakened by a
burst of automatic M-16 fire, and jumped up to face what I believed to
be a full attack of at least a battalion of North Vietnamese. When I
looked down the barrel of my M-16, I could see that all of our flares and
booby traps had been set off. The jungle ahead of us was lit up like a
county fair and the guys on both sides of our position for two hundred
yards were letting loose like it was a ‘mad minute.’ I let loose with
four magazines killing every shadow and bush that caught my attention and
every other trooper on the line for a quarter mile followed suit.
“After a couple of minutes things quieted down and I finally asked what
had happened, I was told, ‘a cat.’ I was really frustrated and lit into
my partner about how we had spent all that time camouflaging our
position, setting up the wires and positioning the flares so we wouldn’t
be surprised in the middle of the night, and he ruined it all by shooting at
“When he finally calmed down a bit, he said ‘Yeah, but that
cat was this big” indicating a two foot height. It seems that there was
just enough light for him to see what he thought was a V.C. crawling
towards him on his hands and knees, and just as he was about to put him
on the ‘used to be list,’ the cat discovered that what he had been stalking
wasn’t edible and let out a scream.
“My buddy was so surprised he
missed the cat and went ballistic, emptying his rifle. The cat spun
around and although he had come through all of our wires, grenades, and
flares without setting any off, he set them all off on the way out.
“The cat escaped which was probably a good thing. If the SPCA /PETA ever
found out we had tried to kill a furry little kitty, they would probably
have shut the whole war down.”
Always remembering our 1st Cav troops
on duty around the world; over and out.
Bodnar C 2\7 '69
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