Magic Stone 466--SAM Hunter-Killer Mission

I received this email from a fellow controller. He served on ABCCC flying on EC-130 out of Thailand.

Magic Stone 466--SAM Hunter-Killer Mission - Gary Barnhill

During a F-105 Thunderchief (aka "Thud") combat tour out of Takhli, Thailand in 1965, Russian SA-2 Surface to Air Missiles (SAMs) had begun to appear in North Vietnam. Previously, we had flown over our targets unmolested at 18,000 feet to begin a dive bomb attack. The newly arrived SAMs canceled out our high altitude sanctuary and forced pilots down low where anti-aircraft artillery (AAA) fire was intense and often withering.

One day our base commander, a colonel who did not fly combat missions, bravely announced: "We are going after the SAMs". Captain Mike "Porky" Cooper, showing more guts than tact, called out from the back of the room, "What’s this ‘We Shit’ Colonel, are you going along in the F?" (F105F is a two-seater version). Getting shot at every day tends to erode one’s military decorum.

(Navy Editor's note: The 2nd Air Division at Tan Son Nhut AB, arranged with the Navy to have a Navy A-4E fly with the F105s on this very special mission)

Navy LCDR Trent Powers landed his A4E Skyhawk at Takhli carrying his own 500-pound snakeye bombs. Powers was the XO of the USS Oriskany’s VA-164 squadron. The Navy had sent the very best. Powers knew this was a big time White House directed mission, and dangerous. His call sign was "Magic Stone 466.

We Thud pilots had no homing or electronic warning gear. Powers, on the other hand, possessed the APR-23, which would home in on the hard to locate SA-2 location.

Takhli scheduled two outstanding Flight Commanders for the Hunter-Killer mission. Mike Cooper would lead a flight of four "Thuds" from the 334th Tactical Fighter Squadron with mates: Jim Butler, John Stell and Lee Adams. Gayle Williams would lead four from the 562nd including myself and two others whose names sadly escape me.

Each Thunderchief would carry eight 750 lb. Bombs. This was the era before "smart" bombs. Our hits, if any, required substantial pilot skill.

Powers wanted to fly across the target level at 50 feet and skip bomb with his high drag snakeyes. We preferred to dive bomb, using a pop-up from the deck to create a dive bomb run. This made it tougher for the ground gunners to track us. No sweat, since Powers would be first across the target and out of the way, his flat pass would not conflict with our dive-bombing.

We called those Dooms Day missions; because invariably someone got shot down from the withering gunfire around Hanoi but there was no shortage of volunteers.

Powers plane had a magic black box or what passed for magic, circa 1965. Actually it was similar to the old semi-worthless coffee grinder ADF (Automatic Direction Finder) device we used in the late fifties in Europe. A needle would point in the general direction of a SAM site, when and if the SAM was in the radar search mode. Operator skill was required to find the target, and that meant Powers was the key player on this mission; one Navy pilot leading eight Air Force bomb laden Thuds in hopes of finding a well hidden missile site.

A couple of months earlier the first mission to destroy a SAM site turned out to be an ambush with six Thuds lost. If I recall John Morrissey’s excellent mission report; three were killed, two became POW and only one rescued.

We launched, joined up, refueled off a KC-135 (B-707) and headed up north, only to find a solid overcast at the let down point. The mission was obviously a No-Go due to weather. But instead; Powers’ gave a slight wing rock, a wordless command to join in tight nine-ship "V" formation and descended into the clouds. No one would have criticized him one bit if he canceled for weather and returned to base. Instead, he pressed on and we followed tucked in tightly on his wings. In a nine-ship Vic in cloud, heavy with fuel and bombs, bouncing around as number five in echelon formation is in itself pretty damn exciting.

Nearing the target, we finally broke out of the clouds and went to the deck to counter intense ground fire. No longer a tactical formation, we were now just a gaggle of bomb-laden Thuds strung out in loose single file trusting our lives to our Navy leader; a man I’d only met a couple of hours ago.

At one point, there were hills on both sides with overcast above making a sort of tunnel. I got slung into cloud during a sharp turn and immediately punched the nose back down desperately hoping for valley beneath instead of hillside. I remember thinking: "I’m not going to miss this mission for anything". Stupid decision? Probably. "Better dead than to be a fuckup" is the pilot credo.

As we screamed low level towards the target I flew so low over a guy driving a farm tractor that he leapt to the ground. He was doing about two knots; we were doing 550 (635 mph). When they are shooting at you: LOW is good FAST is good.

Approaching the Hanoi area my jet was hit by small arms fire causing various yellow caution lights to illuminate. On we pressed; we were the goats, tethered to lure the lion out into the open for the kill.

Until that day, it was a big deal when just one or two SAM’s were launched at us. Today they were firing them like artillery. A secret B-66 orbiting over Laos transmitted repeatedly in rapid order the code word warnings for missile "locked on" and missile "launched". Whew!

As we closed toward the general target area, Powers calmly transmitted; "I’ve got’em on my nose, starting my run". He flew directly over the target at tree top level and his Skyhawk was literally disintegrated by the withering ground fire. Powers ejected and got a good chute, although none of us saw it at the time. We thought he was dead, but we learned decades later he became a POW and died in captivity.

My turn. Powers’ emergency locater beacon was screeching in my headset as I lit the afterburner and popped up to about 7500 feet. I clearly remember saying aloud to myself, "Oh shit, I don't want to do this". During that brief dive bomb run, which seemed an eternity, I plaintively shouted into my oxygen mask: "Stop it. Stop it" as my plane took more hits.

I continued. Bombs on target. Other’s put their bombs on target as well. The first SAM destroyed in the Vietnam War.

The AAA hits caused multiple red and yellow emergency lights to blink in my cockpit indicating a fire and other aggravations. I radioed my intention to try to make it to the water off Haiphong before ejecting. Radio chatter was understandably chaotic. Each Thud pilot was individually living his own hell, each jinking violently to get away from the unrelenting and withering ground fire.

Now alone and doing 810 knots on the deck (canopy melt limit speed) I slowly overtook a Navy F-8 Crusader as if passing a car on the freeway. We exchanged gentle hand waves as if to say: "Oh, hi there, don’t know you, but hope you’re having a nice day?" It was bizarre.

But now over the safety of Gulf of Tonkin, a sort of euphoric relief set in. If I ejected over the water, the Navy would surely pick me up.

My fire warning light had gone out, so when I saw a couple of North Vietnamese boats capable of capturing downed pilots; I strafed them. The 20mm Vulcan nose gun fired six thousand rounds a minute causing huge damage.

Forget the ejection, the bird was still flyable. Anyway, last month I was forced to dangerously eject just one second before my plane exploded into a huge fireball over a menacing jungle.

Got lucky and found a refueling tanker with barely anything reading on the fuel gauge. Another whew!

I made it back to Takhli with landing gear, flap and flight control problems but landed in one piece. There were 37 hits all over the plane except the extremely vulnerable underbelly engine area. That Thud required 4,000 man-hours of work before it could be ferried elsewhere for further repairs.

I passionately pitched General Simler to award the Air Force Cross to Powers but years later learned Powers was awarded the Navy Cross.

Excerpts from a DFC awarded for this mission: "Hunter-Killer mission-deep within hostile territory low level high speed run encounter withering ground fire pressed the attack dropped bombs in heart of target complex, remarkable mission, overwhelming odds …skill aggressiveness".

It was an honor to fly and fight with those hard-charging heroes in 1965. They didn't all come home. Vietnam was not glamorous or publicly supported but every pilot put his life on the line every mission.

Every time climbing up that cockpit ladder felt like playing a Super Bowl albeit with no audience. No applause. No winner. No parade.

Here is the write-up for Trent Power's Navy Cross: The President of the United States of America takes pride in presenting the Navy Cross (Posthumously) to Captain [then Lieutenant Commander] Trent Richard Powers, United States Navy, for extraordinary heroism on 31 October 1965 while serving as a pilot of jet attack aircraft with Attack Squadron ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-FOUR (VA-164), embarked in U.S.S. ORISKANY (CVA-34) during a combat mission over hostile territory in North Vietnam. Captain Powers was assigned the demanding and unusual task of leading a two-division, United States Air Force flight into an area heavily defended by anti-aircraft artillery and surface-to-air missiles, with the mission of locating and destroying the missile installations. He planned the attack route and led the eight-plane group over more than six hundred miles of unfamiliar, cloud-shrouded, mountainous terrain, arriving in the target area precisely at a pre-briefed time that had been selected to coincide with the strikes of two carrier air wings against a bridge. The target area was the scene of an intense air-to-ground battle, many surface-to-air missiles were being fired and heavy enemy anti-aircraft fire was observed in all directions. With full knowledge of the serious hazards involved, Captain Powers courageously led the Air Force aircraft into battle. His bombs and those of the Air Force aircraft which he led inflicted severe damage to both missile sites. By his superior aeronautical skill and valiant determination, Captain Powers upheld the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service.

PFC Russell Louis Halley was a member of the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment when it was asked to assist the 196th Light Infantry Brigade in Operation Attleboro. The 196th had come from Fort Devens and Attleboro is a town in MA. Phase II began about 6 Nov 66 until the end on 24 Nov 66.

Operation Attleboro turned out to be the largest series of air mobile operations to date and involved all or elements of the 196th Light Infantry Brigade, 25th Division 1st Infantry Division, a brigade of the 4th Division, as well as numerous Army of the Republic of Vietnam and Regional Forces/Popular Forces and Nungs.

In the end, the operation became a Corps operation commanded by II Field Forces.

Tay Ninh West, often called "New Tay Ninh" to distinguish it from the old French constructed airstrip in the Vietnamese town of Tay Ninh called "Old Tay Ninh", was a newly built and yet uncompleted base camp of GP medium and small tents built especially for the 196th Light Infantry Brigade. The 196th Light Infantry Brigade was the first of four Light Infantry Brigades due to be sent to Vietnam. They were formed at Ft. Devens, MA and had arrived in Vietnam at Vung Tau a month before in Aug 1966. The Brigade was untested in battle and Operation Attleboro, named for a town in Massachusetts from which the 196th had come, was the code name picked for their first combat encounter with the jungles of Vietnam.

The three straight-leg infantry battalions were airlifted in airbmobile fashion to LZ's surrounding Tay Ninh in all directions. No real action was encountered and the units were moved about from LZ to LZ and back to base camp. Most of the air movements in the early Phase I was done by the 145th Combat Aviation Battalion and its assault helicopter companies, the 118th, 68th and 71st.

The terrain all over War Zone C, and particularly around Tay Ninh and all the non-farm land, was what might be classed as high Savannah. Tall wavy elephant grass interspersed with occasional very tall trees was the norm. Rainfall in this area is not as much as areas farther east and near the sea coast of Vietnam. Many areas around Nui Ba Den and adjacent to Tay Ninh (West) were punctuated with huge 6-10 feet tall termite mounds. These mounds created havoc, when found with tall elephant grass, for helicopters dropping off troops in a combat assault. All aircraft crews were especially watchful for termite mounds.

Operation Attleboro, Phase II, was punctuated by a massive build-up of more Infantry battalions and aviation assets. Phase II erupted after the 196th Light Infantry Brigade had, for several weeks, experienced no significant contact with the Vietcong or North Vietnamese Army(NVA). However, intelligence had indicated that their elements were somewhere in this area of War Zone C and this sounded the alarm. The decision was made to involve the 1/27th Inf of the 25th Infantry Division, elements of the 1st Infantry Div(at Dau Tieng), 3rd Bde of the 4th Inf. Div(soon to be come part of the 25th Inf. Division, the 173d Abn Bde the 11th ACR several ARVN Bn's and of course the 196th Light Infantry Brigade.

Operation Attleboro was a very large and complex movement of maneuver battalions in what some have called,"Eagle Flights". However, they did not follow the normal rules of engagement for "Eagle Flights".

It must have been interesting from the enemy's viewpoint to see all the helicopters flying around and landing and taking off with and without troops on board. The Vietcong and NVA had done a masterful job of hiding and evading observation. In the end over 1,000 enemy were killed while US losses were 155 KIA and 494 wounded.

PFC Halley was one of those 155. As you mentioned he was awarded the Bronze Star for Valor because of his actions on 21 Nov 66. I was unable to find any details about the award. His death is listed as Multiple Fragmentation Wounds which usually means he was killed from either a mine or bobby trap.

The 11th ACR continues to serve as the permanent Red Force at Fort Irwin, CA.

While I was researching this I ran across a post from 12 years ago about another young soldier that was killed the same day. Here’s what a high school student wrote which so really fits PFC Halley. I am a senior in high school and I am posting remembrances for a class. I just wanted to say thank you for the great courage you showed fighting for our nation. We are so blessed to live in a land where men and women are willing to fight for what is right. Freedom never comes without a cost. Your sacrifice to all U.S. citizens will never be forgotten!

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