I was able to take my son, Will, hiking in the Franklin Mountains State Park. Here are some of the sights from my walk:
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A couple of years ago, I wrote a post titled “196th ASHC in Vietnam”. Since that time, several members of the 196th have written in the comments—I’m always humbled to be able to read them and watch them connect to one another. (I would encourage readers, if you were a member of the 196th, please check out that post as a way to connect with your unit members.)
Recently, Mike (Dusty) Rose sent a description of a wreck that occurred on the flight line along with some photos. With his permission, I am honored to be able to share them with you.
Here’s my story of the wreck. Myself, Wargo, and Harvey Raupp were working late that night in the engine shop. Harvey went down make the final hookups to the engine that maintenance had just installed. Harvey was laying between the engine and pylon. The rotors struck right above Harvey’s head. We heard this loud explosion and pinging noises and sparks on the p.s.p in front of the engine tent. We thought we were getting hit, so we took off running to the hooch to get our 16′s. Then, we ran into everyone running towards the flight line and they told us there had been a wreck. So we turned around.
When we got there, Harvey was standing there in shock and said; “Wow man! What happened?” He wasn’t hurt. I remember the flight engineer broke his arm or shoulder. Joe, that must have been one hell of a ride while it beat it’s self to death! I’m sending a couple of pictures, Dusty.
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