I was with the 1st Cav Division as a door gunner in the 229th Assault Helicopter Battalion from June of
1966 to June of 1967. The base camp for the 1st Cav (Air Mobile) was at AnKhe, in the Highlands.
Almost all of our operations were in the Highlands near the Cambodian and Laos borders. My ship was
shot down once with small arms fire and crashed once due to engine or transmission failure. My first
official kill was 24 June 1966. It was my 21st birthday. I was very lucky in that I did not suffer any
permanent physical damage and was able to return home with all my limbs.
I am very supportive of the MIA issue. I have adopted an MIA my wife went to high school with, and I
am very supportive in getting Terry back home. I also stay in contact with Terry's sister and we send
each other information when we receive any news on the progress of the MIA's being searched for. I
am a life time member of Heli-Vets, Vietnam Helicopters Crew Member Association, the DAV, VFW,
American Legion, and the 229th AHB Association.
I can't describe to you how much I loved flying on my Huey. It was exciting every day to hear that baby
crank up and be on it as we took off for unknown destinations. We never knew how hot our situation
was going to turn out so we were always prepared for the worst and hoped for the best. As I look back
now, even though I still hate that war, I wouldn't change anything, except not seeing all those KIA's. I
could have done without that part of it. Unfortunately that's part of war. At the time, as I have said, 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 would have never come into contact with had I not gone to Vietnam. Even
today I still have the pleasure of meeting 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 were sure happy to hear us coming to take them out of battle. I remember
feeling that same way every time I went into the field on a patrol. I had an infantry MOS(11BP) so
whenever we were back at base camp our CO would have all the 11Bravo guys go on short patrols. It
was a very empty, scary feeling when we got dropped off and watched that chopper fly off. I have never
met a grunt at the VA who said anything to the contrary.
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 below "In The Shadow Of The Blade".
As others wish they could have, would have, or glad they didn't, I did, and am proud to say,
"I fought in Vietnam". Keith (Hacksaw) Bodine
This site is dedicated to:
Jerry Preston Denham DOB 2-15- 47 / DOD 07/15/89 US Army Vietnam Vet
John Richard Gregoire DOB 6-12- 46 / DOD 04-2-67 US Army Vietnam Vet * A/229th AHB
Roger Hogan DOB 12-14-48 / DOD 11-14-00 US Army Vietnam Vet
Charles (Dutch) Covert DOB 12-27- 51 / DOD 10-25-00 US Army Vietnam Vet
Raymond Horace Pike DOB 3-3- 48 / DOD 01-31-68 US Army Vietnam Vet
Ron Timberlake DOB 12-27-51 / DOD 05-05-99 US Army Vietnam Vet
Larry Tweedie DOB 10-27- 49 / DOD 05-26-99 US Army Vietnam Vet
Terry Lanier Alford DOB 10-22- 47 / (MIA 11-04-69) US Army Vietnam Vet (Terry is still MIA)
Jesus DeLa Rosa Jr. DOB 05-07- 42 / DOD 07-19-66 US Army Vietnam Vet
Dennis M. Fair DOB 11/19/46 / DOD 8/20/2010 USMC Vietnam Vet
Major Glen Granberry (Retired) DOB 3/23/39 DOD 02/08/2012 US Army Vietnam Vet * A/229th AHB
Bealer Caudill DOB 04/26/1942 DOD 2/17/2012 US Army Vietnam 5th/7th Cavalry
This page is also dedicated to all my Combat Brothers who fought and died in Vietnam or after
Vietnam and have gone to Fiddler's Green.
May they rest in Peace and their Families have closure over their loss.
* John (Rick) Gregoire was the only KIA in a
helicopter crash on 02 Apr 1967. He was the
only casualty, when the Huey he was on had an
engine failure and upon landing, Rick, instead
of running away from the slick after he got the
co-pilot out, ran towards the nose and up a hill,
not realizing what was about to happen. As he
ran up the hill the main rotor was still turning
and he ran right into it, taking off the top of his
head. I didn't even recognize him and had to
ask the pilots who he was. When they told me,
my knees buckled and I broke down. Rick had
been on sick leave for a couple of weeks and
wasn't even supposed to be flying but as he
loved to fly, like we all did, he talked someone
into letting him go up in their place. A couple
hours later he was dead. We had a memorial
service that night for Rick and as we were
having the service the chopper he crash landed
on was being flown off under a Chinook and
flew right over us. It was an eerie feeling.*
Click Here: A Documentary About The Huey
Helicopter in Vietnam And The Lives It Affected
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 Education 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
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Compliments Of CWO (Ret.) Robert (Weird) Stanley,
Song Is "For What It's Worth" By Buffalo Springfield
Public Liberty, Without Freedom Of Speech."
SENT IN BY SFC AARON S. BOWEN (RETIRED)
The Thunderbolt is for the surprise and shock action of "Winged Assault". The blue is for the
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".
A Homeless Vet's Poem
Where has all the time gone, where the hell did it go,
I was once looked up to, I was a war hero.
Now I get to where ever I can, what ever I can find,
My face is so old and wrinkled, 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 for the show.
My time in Vietnam made appreciate 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
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've never expected, or had 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.'
CW IV Glen (Granny) Grandberry Deceased 2011
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 finally over
VA Watchdog Dot Org.
Keeping An Eye On The VA Because Someone Needs To
In Memory Of My Son, Kyle, Who Was
both. God Bless, Hacksaw