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Finding an NVA Base Camp in Cambodia
I flew in a troop-carrying Huey helicopter for my first two months in Viet Nam. After two gunners on the prestigious smokeship, Pollution IV, were shot, I was lucky enough to grab one of the two positions.
I flunked my flight physical due to colorblindness. That being the only problem I had, the doc said, “It’s your ass.” Good thing, too, as during an “accidental” (smile-smile) excursion into Cambodia’s neutral and sovereign country, I noticed some movement of people and distinct bunker emplacements at my two o’clock position. I told my pilot, “We have some serious activity at two o’clock.”
The AC turned the nose of the ship in the direction of the action at our two o’clock position, which soon became our twelve o’clock position. To see what I was talking about, the AC lowered the nose of the aircraft. This nose-down maneuver made Pollution IV descend toward the ground and the activity. My voice may have risen in pitch when I re-explained what I saw: “We have many enemy troops, all very much on the move now, and bunkers around the perimeter. Do you see it?”
“No.” My pilot, not colorblind, did not see what I saw, as the enemy’s camouflage worked fine on him but not so well on me.
“OH! It’s a damn NVA basecamp,” the AC finally responded.
In an all-or-nothing maneuver, he dropped Pollution IV to a low-level flight across the NVA basecamp from one perimeter to the next, instructing, “Kill ’em all.” We smoked across the fortified enemy stronghold at one hundred-plus knots, with our gunners hammering hard at every enemy we could nail.
I shot into the running crowds of soldiers, into subterranean bunker doorways. I especially remember seeing three NVA soldiers in the far bunker, surprised at our daring race across what they considered safe territory. I pumped my bullets into their open pit bunker, hitting two, with the third taking cover as we passed by.
The battle did not stop once we were beyond the enemy base camp’s perimeter. We flew high into the sky, circling the base camp. Our fifty-caliber machine gun lobbed bullets into the NVA base camp with gravity on our side. The NVA fired their fifty-one caliber bullets up at us, with gravity working against them, and we watched with delight as the tracer-burning bullets failed to reach our altitude.
Meanwhile, the AC worked out the coordinates of the base camp’s exact location, radioed the Air Force, and asked for aerial fire support. A loaded B52 bomber responded, telling us to clear the area ASAP, as he was only five minutes out, which is like being there already.
I sat with my 35mm still camera in the ready position and took this next shot of the basecamp lifting 1500 feet into the air as dust particles.
It was a good day of combat, risky as risky gets, “But, momma, that’s where the fun is.”
Cheers,
Gunner on Pollution IV, the Smokeship for the 118th Assault Helicopter Company.
The veteran site: Together We Served asked for 500-word short stories that depict and answer this question:
“Of all the military operations you participated in, including combat, humanitarian or peacekeeping operations, which of these made a lasting impact on you and why?”
Between laying down smoke screens for combat troop insertions or when the flight was shut down for lunch, we on Pollution IV, the smokeship for the 118th AHC, were flying around as a lone wolf, Huey Assault Helicopter looking for any signs of the enemy, or the enemy itself in bunkers, hooches, and villages. We also would find sunken sampans used to transport troops and supplies during the night beneath the water of creeks and estuaries. During the 1969 TET we were also on the lookout for VC flags flying over territory they considered theirs.
They were wrong, and we proved that by stealing their flags and banners. We’d first come in low and slow to shoot the flags and their poles to debooby trap them. We’d go around and fly slower and lower, and I, or other crewmembers, would stand out on a skid, bend down, and steal the flags—a great psychological win for us.
Yes, there was the occasion when the enemy would see us performing this aerial maneuver and shoot at us. We always had a gunship following us to step in with rockets or minigun support if needed.
We stole 13 VC flags. On the last one, the CO asks where we were. My pilot gave him a puff of smoke to locate us from his lofty altitude. When he saw us so low to the ground, he had to ask, “What are you doing?”
My pilot told him, “Stealing VC flags.”
The CO came back with tension in his voice, instructing, “Gain altitude! I don’t want my smokeship shot down.”
My pilot was always quick with a witty comeback, “But this last one is for you.”
The CO permitted us to steal.
Why does this memory stand tall in my mind? It led to the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum to put me and some of my archival combat gear on display, including the hard-to-find smoke generator to install on the Huey they have on display that has a history of being a smokeship, along with my custom-painted flight helmet and novel, with me on the front cover.
From the battlefield to the National Hall of Fame is a great accomplishment to remember. Here’s the action in photos with me snatching up a flag.
It was another great day of combat where we won. I love winning.
Cheers,
FREE DOWNLOAD. Sixty-six minutes of pure BW adventure from his role as a door gunner on the Smokeship Pollution IV, through his return to Viet Nam thirty years later in ’99, and then his combat gear now on display at the Smithsonian Nat’l Air and Space Museum in Chantilly, Va. Winner of the NY Indy Film Festival ’05.

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Three Short Photo Stories on How to Make Art
Over the art season of 2019 I created three sculptures. The photo stories behind the links below tell how I made each piece. There is the Brian Cone, Coyote Dragon, and Juniper Cobra. None contain many words, but each have some interesting photos of the processes.
All are on my website's Sculpture page, should you suddenly have an urge to buy. Oh, sorry, the Cone is already sold.
Enjoy,
Three Short Photo Stories on How to Make Art
Over the art season of 2019 I created three sculptures. The photo stories behind the links below tell how I made each piece. There is the Brian Cone, Coyote Dragon, and Juniper Cobra. None contain many words, but each have some interesting photos of the processes.
All are on my website's Sculpture page, should you suddenly have an urge to buy. Oh, sorry, the Cone is already sold.
Enjoy,
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I will be the first to admit that this is a story next to no one needs to read . . . unless that someone also has unrevolved issues from the past and need a working example of how to go and solve the issues.
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