Saturday, August 13, 2022

It's Not the Constitution . . .

 It's How You Use It


I should start by saying that I sat down to write about the gun-inflicted tragedy in Texas way back in May (of course, followed by several others since.) I thought I had something to say about guns and death and stupidity and Americans but I don’t, there’s just no point. But it did bring me an epiphany about the Constitution.

Some time ago I wrote a  couple of posts, one was titled “I Blame the Constitution” and the other, "A Conversation with the Founding Fathers." (This one will complete the trifecta of boring stuff like why our country sucks now.) Anywhoo, they were kinda tongue in cheek – but kinda not. I was trying to make a point that several of the “unique” items in the Constitution – like the 2nd amendment, electoral college, overbearing state's rights, life terms for Supreme Court, etc - were at least partially responsible for some of our many problems today. I was sure if the Founding Fathers revisited us today they would consider those mistakes or at least think they would have been updated. 

I now admit I was wrong. No, they would think that the government is finally functioning exactly as intended - it barely works at all!

Yet it's wrong to blame the Constitution for what is happening in the country, that’s just a cop out. For at least the first couple hundred years we were able to accomplish great things with this same document. Sure, there were flare ups, including a big one from 1861-1865, but somehow life went on and we managed to act like a single country. Now, as Simon and Garfunkel sang, “Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?”

Huh, our typical dinner was mac and cheese and ring baloney

I am no sentimental old fool yearning for the good old days of my youth - a time that didn’t really exist for most people. My experience as a (lower) middle class white guy was very different than that of millions and millions of people of different gender, color, race and religions. Yet it seems like there were some things we could all depend on as Americans.

At one time, despite being a country of diverse people - many with funny accents and weird diets (talking about southerners here) - we all felt comfortable calling each other “Fellow Americans.” That no longer exists.

For nearly thirty years in the military, I visited states all over the country - north and south, east and west – and not once did I hear the terms “red” or “blue.” Sorry, that’s no longer true.

Traveling all over the world, from Tampa to Thailand, I was always happy to bump into other Americans – black, white, rich, poor - there was never a thought about where they came from or what their political leanings were, we were just Americans. Nope, that’s gone.

My dad had an 8th grade education but was the smartest man I knew and he always had a job. Maybe not great jobs or fancy jobs but good enough that we lived in a house, I had a bike and food and wore clean (patched) clothes. And it never occurred to us that we were poor. Most everyone we knew was like us and they didn’t know they were poor either. That’s long gone. (Today, you know if you’re poor (or middle class - and it’s apparently your fault.)

There was a time not so long ago when our political parties, while strongly disagreeing about certain things, generally agreed that the USA was about democracy, progress and optimism; trying to do the best for all of us. Now? They (and we) don’t even agree on what any of those terms mean.

So, how did we go from Valley Forge to “I won’t wear a mask?” What happened to our country? I believe I have the answer - we all became Constitution experts!


Hey, I've seen that somewhere . . .

I think it started with Reagan and his “the government is the enemy” stuff. Boy, it certainly did become one! Unions? Out! Tax cuts and deficits? In! Pensions out? 401K in! Regulated markets out? Greed and graft (and huge income inequality?) In! And from there, it was all downhill. 

Politicians (can you say Newt Gingrich?) started weaponizing the Constitution. Of course, old Newt had lots of help from the other party - it takes a bipartisan effort and the media to screw up an entire country. They (we?) use every Amendment and Article to advance our political and petty personal agendas; actual needs of the average person be damned! Guns, voting rights, healthcare, religion, education - there is no problem or issue for which freedom FROM government isn’t the cure (just like tax cuts.) The Constitution says so - FREEDOM! 


Free at last, free at last, thank God I’m free . . . to live like a serf!

The Constitution is an exceptional document and it was the foundation for the richest and most powerful country in history. Yet we accomplished many of those great things because we did NOT treat the Constitution like it’s the Bible; it's just a document. (In fact, almost no one treats the actual Bible like the Bible!) Supreme Court attempts notwithstanding, it can’t be done. 

Well, that's my theory, folks. Right or wrong, we we have some difficult decisions to make.

It is said that all empires collapse from within. It would be the ultimate irony – and tragedy – if the United States were to collapse because we failed to use the Constitution properly. Or because we finally just give up on it.

Oh yeah, about gun violence. Simple: dead kids should always trump a piece of parchment, right? Right?! Probably not, just more "freedom" than our kids can live with.


If only we still lived in Johnny Cougar's country. . . 

Our Country John Mellencap

Sunday, July 3, 2022

The Letter

 


Just about a year ago now I received a letter, registered mail, the contents of which were right out of a movie script. It was surprising, powerful and life-changing – and not a little scary. It also has proved again what a lucky guy I am.

I am the rare person who understands how lucky he is. No, really, this isn't false modesty, I mean it. And not win the lottery lucky or lucky dodging bullets – rhetorical and actual – but lucky in the most important way; life just always works out for me. I grant you that if you set your expectations low enough that will always be true, and that may be true with me too, but still, I know my luck far exceeds my skills.

The letter was like those that bring news of the passing of an unknown relative who is leaving you all their substantial money. One minute you’re an everyday schlump and the next day you’re driving a Bentley - Hot damn!

Speaking of luck, you could start with something I have in common with all my fellow baby boomers. That is, we are the single luckiest generation in the history of the world – period – the likes of which is probably never to be seen again. Born at a unique point in time, the stars were aligned to smile on us with all the gifts that the gods of history could bestow on us. (Turns out we haven’t been very good shepherds of our good fortune but that’s a story for another day.)

As I open the letter - a beautiful and well-crafted letter - and start reading, it causes me to stop, as is usually the case with such letters, and reread the first paragraph or two. Huh. Then, as the intent starts to emerge, I began to get that funny feeling in my stomach, both anxious and excited. Oh man, I think I know where this is going!

Most people who know me know I had polio when I was five. Bad luck? Could be, many people ended up in wheel chairs, braces and iron lungs during that dreadful epidemic. But not Dougie! For me it was gone in two weeks. It left me a little pigeon toed with weak ankles for a while but that’s about it. A miracle? Nah, just really lucky.

Finally, there it is, with the words, “ . . .  likely you or one of your brothers are my biological father” my comfortable, complacent senior citizen life is suddenly changed and rockets back to that of a 20-year-old college student.

The only one in the family (a family with zero money) that went to college, I was lucky to go at all let alone graduate and get commissioned. Without loans and the Air Force ROTC there was no way I make it. Then I was able to scrape together a very interesting 28 year air force career flying around the world including Southeast Asia and a couple other of little wars - and many other interesting things. I followed that by working at a large national healthcare insurance company and a college teaching gig. Perhaps best of all, I had the pleasure and honor to make and keep many great friends (most of whom are still on the right side of the grass.) 

And all of that without even a hint of a plan for my life. Wouldn't you call that lucky?

Well, there's no way to pin it on my brothers (not that I would.) I have a 52-year-old daughter? Suddenly, I am the father of a 52-year old daughter! DNA doesn’t lie but it didn’t need to, I was sure it was true as soon as I saw the birth mother’s name and the timeframe,  over 52 years - and 9 months ago (as of last year) or around Feb. 1969. Sounding, I know, like a politician being investigated but I have no recollection of the relationship from which my new (oldest?) daughter sprang. In my case it’s true and suffice to say that I didn’t know then that I was going to be a father. But I'm glad now that I was.

I’ve had the good fortune to have two wonderful women as wives (not at the same time!) with whom I have three healthy, productive, great kids. (Okay, biologically I could only claim two but by mutual love it's three.) Thankfully, not a lawyer or politician among them!

 




(You have probably noted they apparently got their good looks from their moms. Likely more than looks.)

And now I have four.

She was born in Duluth (where I went for undergrad degree at the Harvard of the North, UMD) then was adopted and raised in Virginia (the state not the city) by a mom and dad and brothers and sister who love her. (Her dad, a college professor, is gone now but was a big influence on her life.) Not all adopted children are so fortunate - perhaps she inherited my famous good luck?  

I recently got back from a trip to NY, where she now lives, for my first visit with her and her family. Did I mention she has two teenage boys - my first grandchildren so far! (Have I missed much, boys?) We had talked, texted and Zoomed a lot in the past year and it seemed clear that her finding me was a blessing for both of us – she had been searching for her roots for over 30 years while mine have sunk deeper in a totally different reality during that time. Meeting face to face, however, was still daunting for us both – you just never know. I will spare you all the laughter and tears of the first meeting and just say my fabulous luck continues. Besides being a beautiful person inside and out, what could be better for a “new 74-year old father” than a 52-year-old daughter with a PhD in Gerontology?! Well, we talked for six straight days but barely made a dent in all we have missed in 52 plus years. So we have much more more catching up which will be something to look forward to, at least for me.

Our big decision was what she should call me. Not sure what the custom for such things is - and I sure didn't care - but she decided on "Papa." Well, among the many things I've been called that's not one of them - and I love it. 

I have thought a lot about the “what ifs” of this story. What if I had known I was going to be a father at age 20, what would I have done? Would I have been able to finish college? Get my AF commission? What about her life with me in it? Or mine in her's? And what about the mother? (All imponderables, I suppose, which are perhaps better left unpondered.) One thing is demonstrably true, however, and that is that my life is now even better with her in it.

(Ditto on the looks and brains from mom - but I take credit for the eyes!)

So that is my story of the letter. There are two (at least) take aways here. One, you can never have too many people to love - and who love you and two, I remain the luckiest man in the world.

Thanks for reading, I hope tomorrow's mail brings you a wonderful surprise too.

 

Some Guys Have all the Luck   Rod Stewart

Thursday, May 26, 2022

Memorial Day 2022 - Celebration and Remembrance

 

There is a reason for celebration as well as remembrance today. This is the first Memorial Day in twenty years that our nation is not at war - Hallelujah!

Members 4th Div. Stryker Brigade  Afghanistan 2018

Our celebration must, however, be tempered by the fact that of the 3 million plus members of our armed forces who served in the Iraq and Afghanistan wars (including my son) 7057 men and women - and 8000 civilian contactors - gave the last full measure for their country. We must remember too that those lives lost also mean that thousands of families watched with dread as a military vehicle pulled up to their home bringing them the terrible news. There are no words to describe that pain.

There is an additional and unique pain from these wars that we must acknowledge as well and that is the extremely high suicide rate among these veterans. As of July 2021, 30,177 have taken their own lives. That's over 4 times as many as those who died in combat. The demons of war always claim their share one way or the other.  

Hero Going Home

Therefore, this Memorial Day I hope we can put aside our petty political differences and come together to back up our usual empty “thoughts and prayers” with real action to support these heroes.

First, as the bills come due in the following years – some estimate that caring for these vets alone will cost $2.5 TRILLION - let’s pledge to do our duty and pay our fair share without whining and complaint. 

Second, our leaders - and more importantly - we citizens must take responsibility for the wars to which we commit our troops. When called the men and women of our military will answer as they always have and always will. That is all the more reason that we should never send them into harm’s way for unnecessary wars of choice. It is the very least we can do as we take safety and comfort in the security they provide.

Peace at Last

For now, though, let’s celebrate this rare moment between wars and honor all the loved ones we’ve lost in the hope that it becomes the norm.

To close, thoughts on "Taps." I have shared this on several past Memorial Days because I have never found a better way to express my feelings about this solemn day. For those of you who have seen it before and grow weary, I apologize.

"War is young men dying and old men talking. You know this. Ignore the politics."                                           Odysseus to Achilles in the movie "Troy"

I can’t listen to Taps and not tear up. It doesn’t matter how many times I hear it I always cry a little. Oddly, sometimes I’m not sure why I’m crying. Is it because of the magnificent mournful sound that so perfectly matches the feeling of saying farewell to a warrior? Or am I crying for all the loved ones left behind – the millions and millions over the years? Sometimes, I think I’m crying for something else; maybe I’m crying for myself.

That may sound silly, or worse, completely selfish and maybe it is. Yet I can’t help the feeling that ultimately, I’m crying because Taps reminds me that the world never seems to change for the better. No matter how many heroes – and they are heroes - pay the ultimate price, war always demands more from us. Worse, it is always our young that it craves. Worst of all, we proudly offer them up.

Maybe I’m sad that someone somewhere will always be able to make complete strangers kill each other for the same reasons over and over. It is like an eternal WWI battle that rages on the same, small piece of ground in perpetuity. This piece of ground is a devastated moral landscape that refuses to learn any lessons that might spare our youth. Instead, one generation, like some militant Sisyphus, pushes the rock of war up one side of the hill only to have it roll back on the next. No matter how just, proud sounding or righteous that rock is, it still remains a monument to all the worst aspects of us poor, belligerent humans. That should make us all sad.

I spent 28 years in the military and my son has also served honorably; I am proud of our time in the service. Someday Taps will be played for both of us but it isn't that which makes me sad. No, it is knowing that melancholy song will need to be played for endless future generations that will always make me cry. For that I am not ashamed.

Have a thoughtful Memorial Day.

Time for some tears . . .

Taps Mel Carter

Sunday, May 1, 2022

Hurray for Upscale!

 


Upscale home you want for $500,000

                                     

Home you get for $500,000 - in Robbinsdale

Have you thought much about the adjective "upscale?" as it's used today? Probably not - why would you?! - but a couple recent articles in the Star Tribune got me thinking about it. Here, let me bore you with my thoughts.

The first article was about why homes were so expensive to build (Apr 21.) As the commenters note, builders can’t really build affordable homes profitably (for a lot of reasons, allegedly) so they build “upscale” homes.

“Upscale.” Is it just me or does it seem like everything is going/gone upscale? I mean you can’t swing a dead developer without hitting an upscale store, restaurant, house or apartment complex. Really, you never hear, "Hey, we're building a plain, average apartment building, come on down!" Or "There's a new restaurant in town - no artisanal 12 grain bread, no kale, no raw dead fish - just meat and potatoes, oh boy!" So, this raises the question: why do we hear the term "upscale" so much? (Okay, it raises the question for ME.)

We’ve always had stuff that was expensive, classy, high quality – or all the above. (The corollary, of course, is that we’ve always had people with bucks.) In general, though, those things were also exclusive. By that I mean it was rare; relatively speaking, the shops were few and far between. Upscale homes were relegated to small, exclusive neighborhoods (you know, where the doctors, lawyers and air line pilots lived.) Nothing wrong with that - many people have always aspired to live in really nice neighborhoods and shop at expensive stores because it was a sign of working hard and succeeding. For that same reason you would drive an expensive car or vacation in Maui – it’s a symbol of “arriving.” (So what statement does my 2016 Hyundai make? Retired on fixed income!) Anyway, generally this was a pretty small percentage of people – early One Percenters? – and was a very small part of the overall economy. The REAL money got spent by all the rest of us, the great unwashed - and the largest middle class the world had ever seen. (As with today, to hell with the actual poor people.)

Factoid: about 25% of households (not individuals) in America make $100K/yr or more (In MN we make around 10% more – aren’t we special?) Let's face it, a hundred grand ain't that much anymore so if you make much less than that (like 75% of us) how likely are you to buy an expensive (and very profitable for makers) upscale car, plan extravagant upscale vacations or move to an upscale neighborhood? Not very. Nope, no money in those folks, it's in the upscale 25%. That is why most businesses are now focused on those folks who have the money and are willing to spend on “upscale” (profitable) things. Optimistically, you might say that upscale folks make it possible for companies to make low profit stuff for the hoi polloi. You know, sort of like business travelers subsidizing us cattle in the back of the plane.


Um, flight attendant, could I have some peanuts?

So there you have it, why everything is going upscale. The rest of us? "Hey, move to Commonville where all the houses, cars and people are average - Target, Olive Garden and public golf course, here I come!" (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)

Upscale Soup Nazi, “No Tesla for you!”

So, can roughly 32 million families support the entire economy of a country of 330 people million forever? Guess we better hope so.

Oh yeah, the second article. It was regarding an outlandish (my choice of words) pay package for modest accomplishments 
(my words again) of health care executives . (Apr 22.) A local healthcare company that lost a billion dollars last year rewarded the CEO with a pay package worth nearly $182 million. (His pay check last year was “only” $2.3 million.) Note: this is a teeny, tiny company in the very huge - and very profitable - healthcare industry where 8 figure executive pay is the norm. Come to think of it, that’s norm for most executives in big companies anymore. (It is good to be king, er, CEO!) In fact, in 1979 American CEOs made 31 times more than the average worker did, now they make 351 times more – wow, talk about improved CEO productivity! 

Come on, slaves, row faster, the CEO wants to waterski!


Here's the most productive CEOs of all!

So, what has this got to do with upscale? Well, I’m just spit balling here but I wonder if pay skyrocketing at the top while pay for the bottom stagnates correlates with an economy dedicated to the upscale market (of course driving up prices for everything.) 

Nah, gotta be a coincidence.

Oh well, have an upscale day! 

PS
Can I assume you gather how I feel about the term "Upscale?"

 Okay




Some apropos music . . .





Wednesday, April 6, 2022

I Blame the Constitution

 


Not for everything and certainly not enough to attack the Capital but, yeah, I blame the Constitution. I blame it for being intentionally immutable. And for being the excuse for some of the most uncivil and preposterous behavior by our citizens in many generations. Most of all I blame it because it didn't preclude our government from becoming as corrupt and dysfunctional as the Founding Fathers worst fears.

I spent 28 years in the military defending it against enemies foreign and domestic and proud of my service so please bear with me.

The Constitution, like the Bible has a mythological aspect - unquestionable and perfect. Also like the Bible, therefore, many ideas need to be translated into the modern world and language. Whenever you interpret something, however, especially something created a long time ago, much can be lost – or added – in translation. (That’s one reason that Thomas Jefferson suggested that the Constitution be reviewed and updated about every twenty years.) Nonetheless, it has worked pretty well for over 200 years and, in fact, it helped us become the great country we are. It’s safe to say that we all knew, with the help every American history class ever taken, that it was the best darn governing document in the world! (Every country does have a constitution, you know, although they can’t possibly be as good as ours - American exceptionalism at work.)

Now there is very little doubt that our country is in trouble. It’s not a new phenomenon but it’s clear we’ve lost our way. We are split among various tribes, each of which has a totally different vision of what the country is supposed to be and where it should be going. (Or for some, going back to.) And sadly, we have already shed blood over this split.

Okay, so maybe blaming the Constitution isn't exactly what I mean. Sure much of the language doesn't make much sense today but we have trusted the Suprene Court since 1803 to decipher the meaning (not an easy task for mere mortals) and things have gone relatively smoothly. Then it seems something happened in the last 20 years; the Constitution has been weaponized.

I suspect that it started in earnest with the presidential election of 2000 when a SCOTUS ruling allowed George W Bush to get elected even though he lost the popular vote by 500,000, the first time since 1876 that had happened. I think that was a real eye opener for many of us about some peculiarities of the constitution, in this case the Electoral College system (Article II, sec.1) 


 
Then the 2008 SCOTUS Heller decision on the 2nd amendment that said individuals had the unrestricted right to guns and basically eliminated any and all gun controls. At the time the famously liberal Justice Antonin Scalia said this about the ruling, "Nothing in our opiniion should be taken to cast doubt on longstanding prohibitions on the possession of firearms by felons and the mentally ill, or laws forbidding the carrying firearms in sensitive places such as schools and government buildings, or laws imposing conditions and qualifications on the commercial sale of arms." Thank God for for the NRA, his words were soon ignored!

There's also the Citizens United decision in 2010 which said that corporations are "people" and thus entitled to free speech and can spend as much money as they want. Yahoo for citizenship. They now flood elections with dark money - more money, just what elections needed! (Must be that “originalist interpretation" stuff.)

Then in 2016 election it happened again, the “loser” had almost 3 MILLION more votes than the ‘winner.’ We realized that depending on where you live your individual vote might not be worth squat. Huh.

Now, it's to heck with the SCOTUS, let's all become constitutional experts! People now can use their (self-interpreted) first amendment freedoms of speech, religion, assembly and press for every selfish or petty behavior, behaviors that would never have occurred to our parents to inflict on their friends and neighbors. In addition, we are using those rights for book censoring, gay/trans bashing - notice the religious camel getting its nose under the tent? - and banning speech that "triggers" us and to riot, er, "assemble" to express our views.


Finally, there was the fiasco of 1/6/21 when some seditious cretins attempted to overturn the election by trying to game - you guessed it - our goofy Electoral College system (by "peaceful" assembly.) I never dreamed when I took my officer's oath that domestic enemies would be the first to assault the Capital. Frighteningly, if Trump had been even a mediocre president he possibly could have  won "fair and square" even while losing by 7 MILLION popular votes. (Now that might be worth invading the Capital!)

As an aside, not only is the EC a dumb idea, it actually hurts the people who generally love it the most, those from the smallest and largest states, red or blue. Because of the elector vote system, the only states of interest to the candidates are those that are possible swing states which boils down to 5 or 6 states. Don't believe me? Check out how much money and how many campaign events went to the other 44 states e.g. Wyoming, N. Dakota, S. Dakota, Montana, Indiana, Utah, California, New York or Texas - essentially nada; their votes are either taken for granted or just aren't worth the effort.

The Constitution is a brilliant document . . . for the 18th century. Remember, the Founding Fathers were the wealthy elite of a country of 3 million people in 13 colonies. Obviously very dubious about democracy - thus the Electoral College - they had to make a lot of very unpleasant compromises to get this document done (think slavery and state’s rights.) Now many of those compromises are coming home to roost in the form of a breakdown of democratic norms. It’s also worth noting that it’s not just what’s in the Constitution but what isn’t. For example: election rules for federal elections, Congess and Supreme Court term limits, money in politics, the role of political parties and endless campaigning. These are among the many things they didn’t conceive of in 1787. (And never will be in this constitution because by design it's damn near impossible to change, especially today.)


There are other amendments being abused (although apparently only the 1st and 2nd amendments actually matter) but in the end, perhaps it's not the Constitution's fault. Instead, maybe the Founding Fathers were right in not trusting democracy and we really aren't capable of governing ourselves.

What to do? Beats me but if we don’t do something soon there is almost no hope that we will survive another 20 years let alone another 200 and certainly not as a democracy.

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

On March 29th, 1972 an AC-130A gunship from the 16th Special Operations Squadron (SOS) based in Thailand was shot down over Laos with all 14 crew members lost. It was the first of four aircraft and three air crews lost during that difficult year. I arrived in that same unit shortly after the last one went down. This post is my way of commemorating the 50th anniversary of that terrible event. In fact, the whole terrible  year. 

I wrote a book a few years ago about the events of that year. It is a relatively unknown story – one reason I wanted to write it – but also so full of terrible and sad ironies that I felt I had to write it.

Some very brief excerpts from the book.


Bad Moon Rising: 1972 – Year of Blood and Tears for the 16th SOS

 - - - - - How the Story Began - - - - -

 Assuming you were alive then, what were you doing in 1972?

It was a time of great music like “Horse with No Name” by America, “American Pie” by Don McLean, "Heart of Gold" by Neil Young, "Listen to the Music" by the Doobies and who can forget "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple?! (Not to mention countless Three Dog Night songs.) And the Movie, “The Godfather” came out.

1972 was the longest year ever – really. It was a leap year which is when a second is added - except in ‘72 TWO seconds were added making it the longest year by actual time ever. (For some young men those two extra seconds maybe proved to be too little – or perhaps too much.)

The first inklings of Nixon's Watergate scandal were starting to trickle out of D.C.

Also at that time, the war in Vietnam was still struggling on. It was an election year and the Nixon administration was having all sorts of secret negotiations with the North Vietnamese trying to figure out how to slowly back out the door of the morass that was the war in South Vietnam. The count of combat troops was down to around 24,000 from over 500,000 a few years earlier. After over ten years and 58,000 American men and women lost, it seems that we had had enough.

Yet as the politicians tried to tip toe out the front door they needed to leave someone behind to guard the backdoor. Among them was the U.S. Air Force including the men of the 16th Special Operations Squadron (16th SOS).  

An Epiphany – or Dumb Luck?        

 Young Men Never Die.

Twenty-four hours a day they walk the line

Living up to the reputation.

Assuming the swagger, the hard line,

Their casual indifference to death

 “Young Men” Curt Bennett (US Pilot, Vietnam)

Young men never die. Even young men at war (and it is always young men, and now women too, who fight our wars.) I know that’s counter-intuitive but that really is how young men think; they’re just wired that way. We (yes, I was a young man once) know that people die but it’s always some other person, someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing or isn’t fast enough or strong enough or smart enough – or gets some terrible disease. (I suppose our country’s leaders, who need us to fight their wars, depend on our belief in this too.) The rest of us don’t die. Until we do.

                                                       Ubon, Thailand 1973 - Crew 29   

Who is that handsome, young blond dude embracing the “big gun?” (And please, no phallic jokes.) Photo courtesy of Michael Amira at Spectre Ass’n (kneeling left front.)


- - - - - The Price of War - - - - -

 “Bad Moon Rising”

             I see a bad moon rising

 I see trouble on the way

 I see earthquakes and lightening

 I see bad times today

 Creedence Clearwater Revival

 

Somewhere over Laos 1972

AC-130 Gunship Night Fire

The gunship was based at Ubon Ratchathani Royal Thai Air Force Base, Thailand, only a few hundred kilometers west of the Ho Chi Minh Trail here in Laos. Unknown to this crew and the other members of the squadron, the year 1972 would prove to be annus horribilis for them.

In the war in Vietnam, a total of 2460 American aircraft (USAF, US Navy and Marines – plus over five thousand helicopters) were lost in combat; 58,220 Americans and over 1.3 million Vietnamese soldiers were killed, hundreds of thousands of ground troops and pilots had been wounded or taken prisoners in the long years of the war and over 2 million civilians on both sides died. It’s one of the realities, despite our most optimistic hopes, that all men in combat are at risk of losing their life and many do. Yet somehow it only comes home to you when it is YOUR unit and YOUR friends that start to lose their lives. After several years of relatively few casualties it was the 16th SOS’s turn to be bruised by war. It was sent reeling with four aircraft shot down, many others severely damaged and worst of all, some 40 men were lost.

Yet the war went on as they always seem to do.

These incredibly close-knit men did very dangerous work under terrible conditions – as men at war have always done - but simply never gave in. Yet there is always a bill to be paid by such men and in 1972 the bill came due.

A Hint of What was to Come?

Perhaps there was an inkling of the price in Nov ‘71. 

 The Curse of the Albatross Begins?

Day after day, day after day,

We stuck, nor breath nor motion;

As idle as a painted ship

Upon a painted ocean

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”     

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Prometheus  - The Beginning of the Sad, Strange Story of Balls 44

Aircraft tail number 55-0044 - Prometheus, to her crew chief and other maintenance folks, was a AC130A Gunship. (To crewmemebers she known as Balls 44.) It was an older “A” model of the venerable C-130 transport, an airplane that was first in use in the early 50’s (and newer versions are still in use today.) Modified and armed with two 40 millimeter cannons and two 20 millimeter rotary cannons, she had various sensors that allowed her to stare in the darkness and see the enemy below. 44, and like her sister gunships, was a tremendously effective weapon.     

In November of 1971 she was cruising the notorious Ho Chi Minh Trail with call sign Spectre 21, with her baleful stare seeking targets. The gunships were famous – or infamous depending on your perspective – for destroying the supply trucks by the hundreds. In fact, there was a bounty on the gunships and their crews by the enemy. Suddenly, however, she was no longer the hunter but became the hunted; in an instant she took a tremendous amount of damage from anti- aircraft artillery (AAA) to her right wing and numbers three and four engines – and both lost their propellers. In fact, she almost lost her entire right wing. In addition, a crew member was severely wounded.

All that damage, pain and drama yet the pilots, Captains Baertle and Skinner, brought her back to Ubon with one of the finest demonstrations of airmanship most of us might ever see.

 Balls 44 battle damage, Nov 1971  

            Photo Courtesy of Bruce Hedlund at Spectre Association site

The crew chiefs, Rhett and Combs, (and Tom’s role in our story is not yet done nor is that of 44) and the entire maintenance team at Ubon worked for over two months repairing the damage to Balls 44 including an entirely new right wing and four new engines and in Jan, back to work she went.

Premonition?

The damage was also noticed, however, by some of the aircrew members who went out to the flight line when they heard the plane was coming in very damaged.

The aircraft landed and after it taxied to the ramp we were amazed at the battle damage. It wasn’t just the props that were gone but most of leading edge of the right wing. There was damage to other parts of the aircraft as well – which I recall included one of the engines on the left wing. It was the first serious incident since most of us had been there. My reaction was probably pretty typical – impressed (and somewhat assured) that the AC-130 could survive such extensive damage, but also somewhat shaken by the reality that we were playing a very deadly game. (Jodoin, 2015)

As if to show the intricate dance of irony and fate in the affairs of men, these comments about 44 were written by Capt. Gary Chandler. With these words, he unknowingly had acknowledged that the albatross was still out there somewhere and perhaps waiting for him as well.

- - - - - More Premonitions - - - - -

Don’t Believe in Miracles, Depend on Them” 

Laurence J. Peter

The Saga of 56-509

Sometimes Luck is All You Got

It was March 3rd and as sure as the sun sets in the west another Spectre mission was heading to the Trail. 509 was an A model gunship.  As is usually the case, even in war, everything is going along normally - until it isn’t.  The night sky is suddenly illuminated by AAA fire and equally as suddenly the plane is hit by several 57mm (millimeter) rounds, with one exploding below the booth where the IR operator should be sitting but was occupied by an additional crewmember riding along. The shell actually blew a hole in the floor, almost dropping the seat into the night. At least a couple of other crew members were also injured - but the aircraft was still air worthy.

The pilot and crew were able to nurse the plane back to Ubon while crewmembers in back were said to physically hold the crewmember so that he wouldn’t fall through the hole in the floor.

Hole in the floor of 509 after struck my 57 mm AAA


As luck or fate would have it, the crew member so severely injured - a crew member who any other night would not have been on board - was none other Capt. Gary Chandler who had commented on Balls 44 a few months earlier. While he and the crew of 509 survived their encounter with fate it was, in afterthought, an omen that perhaps things really were changing for the worse for the 16th SOS, a fact to be borne out a short while later.


 “There’s no escaping fate, it just keeps going. Day and night it just keeps coming at you”

Invisible Monsters” Chuck Palahiuk

The Albatross Circles Balls 44 - The Many Tragedies of Spectre 13

Aircraft 55-0044, all patched up after her damage in November, went out on a few more missions with no problems – until the night of March 29. Gunship call sign Spectre 13 – good old Balls 44 – was once again cruising the Trail near Tchepone  (Tchepone, Laos, was an important intersection on the trail and was infamous for its danger to gunshippers.) When at about 0300hrs, (from crew chief Tom Combs again,)

“According to the pilots (of F-4 fighters that were escorting Spectre 13), the AC-130 was in a valley a few miles west of Tchepone, Laos. The gunship was working over targets in the area. Visibility was about four miles with scattered clouds at 6,000 feet. The aircraft was illuminated by the full moon to the west, a gunners' moon. Triple-A was moderate, nothing unusual, until the fighter pilots saw a SAM  (surface to air missile) launch from their port side. It rose up in an arc headed for the AC-130. As the gunship rolled right to avoid the first SAM, two more were fired at it from different locations. There was no way out! They were bracketed. The escort pilots agreed, he took a hit on the right wing inboard engine and an explosion and fire resulted. As the gunship started to drop down, another explosion occurred and something large and flaming was seen to separate from the aircraft.

"There was no mayday call," said the Phantom pilot.”

A few hours later, I was on the flight line under the lights of the revetment, helping another crew chief work on his airplane. Suddenly, the line truck pulled up to the ramp with a screeching of tires. The line chief saw me and waved me over to the truck.

"Your aircraft is down," he said.

"You mean it’s been hit again?" I asked.

"It's worse than that," he said, "Come with me."

"It was eerie. I can't find the words to describe how we felt. I was hoping it was all a dream and our AC-130 would appear from around the corner, putting an end to all this. John and I realized we were forged together in tragedy. Ours is a bond that will last forever.” (Combs, 3/31/2013, “Aircraft Down” Huffington Post)

One moment a proud airplane and crew in control of their domain and the next at a catastrophic end.

Is it just a coincidence that 44, along with all 14 crewmembers, would be lost so shortly after her earlier near-death experience and with the very same crew chiefs watching over her? Did fate - and the enemy - conspire to bring 0044 back down to earth? Is it also a part of the mystery that she was the first gunship to be brought down by a missile? Gunships had been engaged over the jungles of SEA since 1967 and never been harmed by the dangerous missiles. In the end, perhaps it wasn’t just 0044; maybe it was part of a larger sense of bad karma that caught up to the entire 16th SOS, something that became ever more evident as the terrible year that was 1972 wore on - the year of a bad moon rising. 

                                 Sadly, there is more to this story. 

                                                

                   Capt Halpin - Tour was over                               Capt Metzger should have been on flight

(Note: In the book I share the details of extraordinarily ironic and tragic stories of Capt's Halpin and Metzger related to this downing.)


“Men of Action are favored by the Goddess of Luck.”

George S. Clason

Good Luck or Bad? Spectre 22 – You Decide

A Crew Favored by the Goddess . . . But Not Their Ship 

It was night time, March 30th just a day after the loss of 44. There is no time for mourning in war, there is just more war to be fought. Spectre 22, tail number 69-6571, one of the new E models was sent out on the nightly hunt for trucks on the Trail near Saravan, Laos.  the Big Gun on 571 - 105mm Howitzer cannon - (Note:  I give a much more detailed background on the gunship and mission in the book.) It was one of the first in the unit and had actually been on another E model but was switched to 571 not long before the mission because the other aircraft had been damaged by anti-aircraft fire. 

(From a crewmember, Sgt. Robert "Jake" Jacobs, a gunner on that aircraft, a long and excellent description of the downing and rescue in the book is excerpted here.)

The aircraft took two direct hits of 57mm; the time was approximately 2200 hours. I felt them hit the aircraft and hesitated for a split second, then grabbed for my chute and put it on. Remember that my parachute harness was already tightened from a few minutes earlier. One round of 57mm struck the aircraft in the belly around the area of the nose wheel. It did not come through the floor of the aircraft, Thank God, probably because the “E” model Gunships have amour plating in their belly and the fact that the Good Lord was watching out for us. The 2nd round of 57mm struck the aircraft in the right wing between #3 and #4 engines around the area of the ECM Pods (Electronic Counter Measure) and this immediately started a fire on the right wing. 

As soon as we were hit our pilot, Captain Waylon Fulk obtained a course from our navigator for home and then had a radio “check in” of all the personnel on the crew. After everyone checked in he proceeded to radio a “MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY”!  NOTE; all crewmembers safely bailed out.

I mean the U.S. Government stopped the entire air war to concentrate on saving 15 air crewmembers. (who had bailed out) They spent millions of dollars and most importantly all those pilots above me were risking their lives to save me. I actually had tears in my eyes at one moment during the night. This is why I couldn’t quit flying. 

“It truly was an Easter egg hunt and with Easter Sunday just around the corner on April 2nd, it was a blessing as well.”

As noted, the rescue of the crew of Spectre 22 was the largest efforts by the rescue forces of the entire war until then. This was due to both the crew’s location as well as the sheer number of crew members that were down at once.

Ironically, two days later their rescue was eclipsed by probably the most famous (and unique) search and rescue of the war, the recovery of BAT 21. The story of Bat 21 was later made into a book and a movie starring Gene Hackman and Danny Glover. 

The details of the rescue of Bat 21 survivor, Lt Col Gene Hambleton, while nearly unbelievable is also tragic due to the number of aircraft and men lost in his rescue.


                                 - - - - -The Ironic Tragedies Continue for the 16th SOS- - - - -

"Do you believe that evil and tragedy are always planned? You don’t think Fortune has anything to do with it?"

“The Ferryman” Amy Neftzger

No Respite from Misfortune 

After his first aircraft, 0044, was shot down in March Tom Combs had been assigned to Balls 43 and he worked his ass off keeping it in flying condition. Night after night, constant repairs due to enemy fire and just the ravages of time on an old “A” model aircraft needed constant attention but she was in great shape nonetheless.

On the evening of June 18th 0043 call sign Spectre 11 took off after dark as usual.  With a crew of 15 she headed east to hunt for trucks. (As an aside, the Watergate break in had occurred the day before on Jun17 beginning in the scandal that would bring down a President. Some said it affected his handling of the war from then on but who knows.)

 At approximately 2355hrs she was hit by a shoulder mounted SAM and was struck in the right wing near the number 3 (inboard) engine.  At first the aircraft Commander, Capt. Paul Gilbert, rang the emergence egress bell – the warning to bailout. He and the co-pilot apparently did their best to hold the aircraft steady so the crew could jump but 43 was mortally wounded. The F4 fighters escorting her saw what appeared to be the right wing and tail come off the plane and it spiraled into the jungle below but not before three crewmembers either jumped or were blown out. The three survivors were quickly recovered in relatively good shape; all others were lost.

(Note: Yet more tragedy with this loss hits Capt Lang Metzger whose personal pain was mentioned in shoot down of Balls 44.)


War is young men dying and old men talking. You know this. Ignore the politics.

King Odysseus to Achilles, movie “Troy”

The Rest of 1972

The war struggled on through the rest of the summer. The secret talks – that weren’t very secret – between Nixon and Kissinger and the North Vietnamese struggled on as well. America wanted out, Nixon wanted out, even the North Vietnamese wanted out. Eventually Nixon made some deals with the North Vietnamese, deals that, when the details of which got out, were totally unacceptable to the South Vietnamese (they accused Nixon of lying. Can you imagine that?) In any event, starting in October things began to go south in the negotiations leading up to furious bombing of North Vietnam with Operation Linebacker II. Some said it was done to appease South Vietnamese President Thieu’s temper tantrum, some said it was to punish the North and force them back to negotiations. Does it matter?

The operation started in mid-December and ended on Jan 15th and apparently was a success – if you can call an operation in which the air force lost fifteen B-52’s, two F-4s, 2 F111s, one RB-66 and HH 53 rescue helicopter a success. In addition, the navy lost two A-7’s, two A-6s and one F-4.

The two parties signed a peace agreement ending the war in Viet Nam on Jan 27th, 1973. (Although war continued in Cambodia for several more months including combat missions for Spectre.)

Unfortunately, a little too late for Spectre 17.

 

Hope you got your things together

Hope you are quite prepared to die

Looks like we’re in for nasty weather

One eye is taken for an eye

“Bad Moon Rising,” Creedence Clearwater Revival

Bad Moon has Risen

The war may almost be over – I’m pretty sure most of the crews in the 16th SOS thought so too – but until it was there were missions to be flown. Aircraft 0490, Spectre 17- an A model – took off around 6PM on the night of Dec 21st for another sortie over the Trail. The crew was augmented by an additional three men making a crew of 16. 

(Note: This is another excerpt of an excellent 1st person description of events.)

In my conversation with Willie (Sgt. Richard “Willie” Williams, a gunner on the crew and one of only two survivors) he pointed out how fast everything had happened: take off at 6:00, fired on by AAA at 7:00 and he was on the ground not far from the crash site at 7:30. He and his fellow survivor were picked up by about 9:30.

We all know that things happen fast in life – especially in war - but by any standard this is extraordinary.

As noted, the regular crew of Spectre 17 was augmented that night by three additional members: Maj Paul Meder, a new IR sensor operator who was along on an orientation ride, Maj Frank Walsh, an F4 pilot who was along to observe the F4/gunship tactics and Sgt. John Winningham, an evaluator along to check out the student I/O Stevens. Each of these men, on any other night, would not be aboard Spectre 17. Each, on any other night, might be in control of their own destiny (as much as any man can.)  Or perhaps their destiny simply found them.

One final, tragic note that if written for a movie might not be believed; Maj Walsh’s wife arrived at Ubon the next day for a brief holiday visit. The wing commander greeted her with the terrible news in person.


Something else to think about . . .

 Gunship officer crewmembers would fly between 120 and 150 combat missions in their one-year tour with enlisted guys often flying many more (and also several tours, mostly because they were crazy!)

“Only the dead will know the end of war.”

Plato

War, for those who survive it, is a life changing event. For some it makes them a better person, yet others it destroys. And as for me? I can only say that learning about these men and writing this story simply made me appreciate, once again, how fortunate I have been doing the things I have done, the places I have been and the long and happy life that I so far have been able to live.

I am pained, humbled and thankful for their sacrifice - and that of the hundreds of thousands of others who gave their lives in our many other wars.


In order to keep this fairly brief I could not adequately describe the very sad and ironic back stories of each of the aircraft and crews that are lost as well with other interesting information about the aircraft and mission, that year and the Vietnam war in general. 

If you're interested in reading the whole book – a very short book – please email me and I will provide a link.  If you read it I hope you find it interesting. More importantly, I hope you gain an even greater appreciation for both the courage and sacrifice of our men and women in uniform in all wars.

As always, thanks for reading.

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