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Helicopter in Vietnam And The Lives It Affected
Sp. 4 John Richard "Rick" Gregoire
"A" Co. 229th AHB/Door Gunner
Song Is "The Letter" By The Box Tops 1967
I was once looked up to, I was a war hero.
Now I walk to where ever I want to, and beg for what ever I can find,
My face is so old and wrinkled, my life has not been kind.
A half century ago, I served when I was called to go,
I was a combat soldier, proud and brave, ready in my soul.
My time in Vietnam made me hate my life,
Drugs and booze were my strength, which led to my strife.
Today I eat whatever I can find, I sleep wherever I can,
I am the people I hate, I am the one they can't stand.
The life I know of using drugs and becoming a boozer,
Has almost, but not quite, helped make me a total loser.
Then one day it happened, I had not thought of Him in years,
I fell to my knees in prayer and shed a half century of tears.
God told me to rise up, go forth, and again become a man,
Now today, I show others like me, what God will do and can.
© Keith Bodine 06/21/2007
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
The Crest Of The 229th Assault Helicopter Btn.
Now Known As The 229th Aviation Regiment
Granny was one of the best pilots I flew with
and we were best friends. I miss you granny.
Rest In Peace - Your war is over
My Son Kyle Was Always Proud And
Supportive Of Me. I love and miss you.
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There Are Two Storms In Our
Life. One Storm is Growing Up.
The Other Storm Is Growing
Old. After You Have
Experienced Both Storms, You
Will Understand What Your Life
Has meant to you and others.
I was in the First Cavalry (Airmobile)"A" Co. 229th AHB as a door Gunner. I was in Vietnam from 3
June 1966 to 4 June 1967. I wouldn't change anything we did, except not see all those KIA/WIA we
picked up. I hated being in Vietnam and I hated the war, but now as I recall some fond memories, I
still think about all those brave soldiers I had the pleasure of meeting. I have met a lot of Vietnam
vets at the VA Hospital. I didn't realize it in Vietnam but we were truly appreciated by the grunts we
worked with. They hated to hear us coming to take them into battle but they sure liked hearing us
coming to take them out of battle. My MOS was 11 Bravo, Infantry. When we were in base camp, our
CO would send the 11-B's on short patrols, just outside our wire. It was a very empty, scary feeling
when we got dropped off and watched that chopper fly off, but it was always great when we heard it
coming. I flew in a Huey in November of 2002 for the first time in over 30 years. It was one of the
best days of my life. See the story:
"In The Shadow Of The Blade"
Jimmy Pruitt, Father of Mike Pruitt,
Who I Have Met Through Mike Signing My Guestbook,
Then Becoming E-Mail Friends. God Bless You Jimmy.
Your War Is Over.
“Without Freedom of thought there can be no
such thing as wisdom; and no such thing as public
liberty, without freedom of speech.”
― Benjamin Franklin
SP-4 Connie Mack Pearson
Vietnam 5/7th Cavalry 1966-1967
Roger Hogan DOB 12-14-48 / DOD 11-14- 00
US Army Vietnam Vet/First Cavalry
I was with that which others did not want to be,
I went to where others feared to go, and did
what others failed to do.
I asked nothing of those who gave nothing,
and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal
loneliness that I feel.
I have seen the face of terror, felt the stinging
cold of fear, And enjoyed the sweet taste of a
I have cried pain and hope.
But most of all I have lived times others would
say were best forgotten.
At least some day I'll be able to say,
That I was proud what I was, A Soldier.
By George L. Skypeck Dak To 1968
Connie Mack Is Facing Me At Our Reunion
Connie was shot 9 times and paralyzed from the waist
down. Connie and his wife Connie Sue drove all the
way from Illinois to Pasadena, Texas. It was a grand
reunion and we enjoyed catching up with each others
lives after Vietnam. Connie did very well with his life.
He owned a logging company with 10 trucks and made
a very successful life with Sue. It is with much
sadness that I found out tonight Connie died on 24
Feb. 2013. His injuries from Vietnam caught up with
him, and his tired old body was just worn out. I will
miss our phone conversations, and my dear friend.
Our crew was on a run through the An Lao Valley one morning when a rescue call came in from a downed helicopter
crew. We were close to the downed crew so we went in for the rescue. When we arrived I saw a KIA laying about 30
feet from us. I walked over to the KIA and rolled him over. He had a "chicken plate" (vest) on and he was from our unit
but I couldn't recognize him. I walked to the AC and asked who he was. He told me it was Rick. I was broken-hearted to
find out the KIA was Rick. For some unknown reason when the ship hit the ground, he let the pilots out and then took off
running straight up a hill. As he was running up the hill the main rotor was still turning and hit him in the forehead. I helped
load him in the body bag and our aircraft for his journey to Pleiku and the trip back home. I looked for Rick's parents for
years so I could tell them how brave a soldier he was and exactly how he died. I never found them. I have tried to keep
his memory alive by my web site and the Virtual Wall.
I miss you to this day Rick. I miss the practical jokes we used to play on each other. I remember the time you got mad at
me for putting the snake in your sleeping bag.( It wasn't poisonous, I think.) I missed the reel to reel letters we used to
send to your mom and the swapping of the care packages we each got from home. After you died, the war hit me in the
face like a sledge hammer and I couldn't wait to get out of there. I was tired of dead bodies, kids, that would return home
in a box and in a country where we weren't welcome, dead or alive. God Bless you, Rick.
I hope you have rested in peace over these years. Your friend and brother, Keith (Bo) Bodine.
Rick is on the Virtual Wall. One day I got an E-Mail from a cousin of his. She had found my memorial on the Virtual Wall.
We are like family now even though we never met. We E-Mail each other and she sends me cards on Veteran's Day and
Click On Huey To Watch "The History Of The Huey"
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It Is 43 Minutes Long But Worth The Time To Watch
The Homeless Vet
By Keith Bodine
The Thunderbolt is for the surprise and shock action of "Winged
Assault". The blue is for the infantry carries and the sky from
which the assault will come. The Bayonet is the emblem for Fort
Benning where the battalion was activated as part of the 11th
Aviation Group of the 11th Air Assault Division. The orange is the
color of Army Aviation and it supports the winged spear also
symbolic of "Winged Assault".
It’s a Journey toward Healing
And bringing Closure to some
An Outlet for some Grieving
Maybe an End that’s finally come.
A short ride back into the Past
That shows the Future out ahead
A release of all those Emotions
Which were held inside, instead.
Some Reunions of old Comrades
And keeping Promises once made
Meeting the Families of Buddies
Learning some Memories won’t fade.
A Tribute to all the Heroes
Who flew those Hueys in and out
And the Medics who rendered Aid
Showing what Bravery is all about.
An eye opener for some People
And to Teach a new Generation
To always Have and Show Respect
For all who Serve our Nation.
A "Welcome Home!" for all those Vets
And, "Thank you for your Sacrifice."
Our Country made this mistake once
Let’s make sure we don’t do it twice.
When we send our own into Harm’s Way
We must never again lose Sight
That they Wage the Battle in our name
Whether we think it Wrong or Right.
"IN THE SHADOW OF THE BLADE"
Is a must for All of Us to See
A lesson for, "We, the People."
In this, "Land of the Free."
© Del "Abe" Jones
It's Been 50 Years
It's been 50 Years since I came home from that war,
You would think my memories and tears would have drifted afar
That's not the case, at least not for me,
It seems like it as just yesterday, I was flying, shooting and killing.
No, I wasn't scared and was very willing.
Protecting those on board going into war
Dropping out of the sky, hearing the back packs and ammo rattle.
We flew them in, and out of their battle.
I can still see the pale white faces,
With blood oozing out from different places.
Some with peaceful stares, and others with painful, shot up faces.
I stare at them thinking about their parents,
And who or how they will be told of their son,
Who was shot in the face by the enemies gun.
Never to see another rising golden sun.
The memories will never leave me,
And will always haunt the things I've seen.
I'm dedicated now to help the living,
To put their interests first, and a new beginning.
I try to keep my mind busy,
And to place the war on a different shelf.
But it's no use trying to do that because,
My heart and my mind know itself.
The memories of my war are fully embedded,
And when they sneak back in, they are feared and dreaded.
It still breaks my heart, and always will,
When I hear of another soldier dying.
And I think about their loved ones and all of their crying.
© Keith Bodine 12-May-2014
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Charles ( Chuck ) Finlaw Jr.
161st Aviation Co. "B" Co.
USAIR Control Group
Served In The Army Until March 1973
DOD February 2014
Read Chuck's Poem, The Warrior's Heart
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