Always loved the “Scooters”. The best, most accurate support we could ask for.
Thanks for all you did to keep them coming for us.
You going to write up some of your stories for us?
Semper Fi
Low and slow, sometimes our pilots would drop
the landing gear to slow down, and they would
come in so low that they would come back with
leaves and limbs in the wheel wells.
The scooter was a tough little bird as well,
saw one come back with a hole in the wing
big enough to stand in.
Once the new concrete runways were built at Chu Lai
some times the grunts would cross it in order to
come to the EM club, but it’s hard to judge something
going 150 miles and hour and once two were struck by
a bird on take off, one of their m-14s was lodged
in the landing gear.
After a charlie mortar round set off the bomb dump, one of the new hangers was so badly damaged
that it needed to be scrapped, so the EOD folks blew it
up. They cleared everyone out but still a jarhead was killed
by a flying bolt.
Doesn’t seem like fifty years ago.
Thanks for your service.
A short poem written by my friend Jim McClain
I know, she said.
I know, he said.
Together they said, WE KNOW!
And I said, Don’t tell me, I’m not here,
I’m in VIET NAM, Baby!