You have no idea the risks involved with being an aircraft mechanic, do you?
Granted, they are no where near like being shot at, but there are risks.
It’s gotten much better since I started and was serving, but injuries and sometimes death were common place on the flightline. Ever see what’s left of a crew chief after an aircraft wheel blows apart? Or what’s left of a jet engine mechanic who is maimed because another maintainer effed up large and did something they weren’t supposed to? No, these and many other stories are not presented to the vast majority of folks.
I have been exposed to products containing liberated asbestos fibers, composite materials, organic compounds, lubricants, fuels, MIBK, MEK, and numerous other chemicals all KNOWN to induce cancer...not counting the high risk environment of aircraft operating on a flightline.
I have numerous skin “conditions” as a result of exposures to the many items I encountered in my 20 years, loss of hearing, weak knees, to name a few.
The physical toll placed on my body in the 20 years I worked on the flightline is a hell of a lot worse than a REMF desk jockey that’s for sure...and I get to “wait and see” how long I get to live as a result of my chemical exposures.
But you picked us out instead of them, so you’re welcome for the “education”.
It took several years for the U.S. Air Force’s Operation “Ranch Hand” to defoliate a large swath between the Cambodian Border and Saigon, and my Recon AO was now located in a part of this swath. During the time Ranch Hand was defoliating this swath through Tay Ninh, Binh Long, and Phuoc Long Provinces, I had been out numerous times on combat operations in these areas, and I eventually became somewhat at ease with defoliation occurrences, but my first experiences with Agent Orange were a bit disconcerting.
As a herbicide, Agent Orange was most effective during the dry season when this part of Vietnam would go for months without any appreciable rainfall and plant life had been stressed to the maximum. In addition to that, Ranch Hand would run their defoliation flights during mid-day when the day’s heat was at its highest and plant life was especially stressed. During this intense heat of mid-day, I would halt my Montagnard Company, form a defensive perimeter and not move until the sun dropped toward the horizon and the temperature dropped with it. The Montagnards called this noontime break “Pak” and believed it to be unhealthy to move during this period of extreme heat, and it probably was. During the intense heat of Pak, everyone, even the Viet Cong, would find shade, halt, lie down, and fall into a semiconscious stupor (it wasn’t really sleep) until the intense heat of mid-day had subsided. Only American combat units moved in the noonday sun, reminiscent of an old East Indian proverb, “Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun.”
It was during one of these Pak time halts when my first experience with Agent Orange occurred. In the distance, we heard the rumble of a low-level approach of what we had thought to be an approaching flight of A1-E Sky Raider bombers because of the sound of the aircrafts’ reciprocating engines and their propellers. As Vietnamese Air Force (VNAF) flew these bombers and considered our AO to be a “Free Fire Zone,” they were liable to drop their bombs whenever and wherever they pleased, so the sound of their approach claimed our undivided attention. When the sound of what we thought were approaching bombers drew nearer, we could hear they were coming in very low, just as they would if they were on a bombing run, and I could see the look of apprehension on my Montagnard troop’s faces. A flight of A1-Es could do a lot of damage and we could tell from the sound they would soon be right on top of us. About that time, what we had thought to be A1-Es would pass directly overhead just above the treetops, and we would smell a faint chemical odor. We then knew these aircraft were not single engine A1-E bombers but were twin-engine C-123s of Ranch Hand, and we were in the midst of a defoliation operation. We had been told Agent Orange was completely harmless to human beings and I had believed it, but what happened next gave me second thoughts about the chemical’s safety.
Within minutes of the aircraft passing overhead, leaves would begin to fall from the trees. Thousands of gigantic trees that had stood there probably since before the time of Christ were now dying after receiving a single dusting of what had to be the most poisonous substance on the planet. What started as a rustling of the falling of a few leafs soon increased in volume to become a loud hiss as millions of leaves began to fall from thousands of trees until it sounded as if the forest was exhaling its dying breath in a final, loud, continuous sigh. The birds and the monkeys in the tops of these giant trees would begin to scream and fly or jump about in mindless panic, and a few monkeys would become so panic-stricken they would lose their grip and fall to their deaths on the forest floor, causing my Mountagnards to think the monkeys had been killed by the defoliant. I never understood what had caused these animals to become so panic stricken when they were caught in an Agent Orange defoliation, and I wondered if they had possibly known something I didn’t know, or could they have sensed something I was unable to detect? Could the birds and animals have sensed the agony of thousands of trees, as these living beings died a slow, horrible death? Could they have understood that their home, their world, and their life as it had been was now gone forever?
http://projectdelta.net/dry_hole.htm
Now, at the age of 73, I’m beginning to feel what those trees felt back in 1965.