Thursday, April 28, 2016

A Soldier Comes Home

I was browsing through Facebook the other morning when I saw the following
post that was forwarded by our friend Garry Ryals

My lead flight attendant came to me and said, "We have an H.R. on this flight." (H.R. stands for human remains.)

"Are they military?" I asked.

'Yes', she said.

'Is there an escort?' I asked.

'Yes, I've already assigned him a seat'.

'Would you please tell him to come to the Flight Deck. You can board him early," I said...

A short while later a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier.

The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us. 'My soldier is on his way back to Virginia ,' he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.

I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military, and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the Flight Deck to find his seat.

We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight, I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin.

'I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is also on board', she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left.

We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia . The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane.

I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. 'I'm on it', I said. I told her that I would get back to her.

Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.

Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:

'Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now, and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side.  A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family.

The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal, where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home.

Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks.

I sent a message back, telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, 'You have no idea how much this will mean to them.'

Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.

'There is a team in place to meet the aircraft', we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller, we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, 'Take your time.'

I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said: 'Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking: I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.'

We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft.

When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later, more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of 'God Bless You', I'm sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane. They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.

Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.

I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the sacrifices that millions of our men and women have made to ensure our freedom and safety in these United States of AMERICA.

Footnote:

I know everyone who reads this will have tears in their eyes, including me. Prayer chain for our Military... PLEASE SHARE THIS! Please send this on after a short prayer for our service men and women.

They die for me and mine and you and yours and deserve our honor and respect.


Sunday, February 7, 2016

Ahhh! The Memories!


John Bosch, our OV-1 Association “Party Director,” posted this nifty You Tube video shot from the cockpit of a Hawk that was taken during an airshow visit.  I don’t know which show it was, but just looking at it brings back some great memories!  Click the link below to take the ride!

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Update on Our Friend Norm McCauley

Norm’s wife Leslie sent the following to me two days ago and several of you have sent me links to his obituary.  Both are posted below. 

Norman Nelson "El Guapo" McCauley, age 68, passed away unexpectedly in Quartzsite, Arizona on January 17, 2016.  He was born December 10, 1947 in Toledo, Oregon to Keith and Fern McCauley.

He served in the Army during the Vietnam War and was awarded the Purple Heart after his plane was shot down.  He retired in 2006, after 22 years with the US Postal Service.

He was a jack of all trades, loyal friend, hard worker, witty, and kind.  He enjoyed making jokes, telling stories, hiking, and Studebakers.  Most of all, he loved his friends and family and his role as "El Guapo" (Grandpa).

He is survived by Leslie - his loving wife of 41 years, his daughters Jillian (and her husband Sean Ludden), Erin (and her fiancé Ben Dunn), his granddaughters Avelyn and Hadley, his goddaughter Becky Juarez, and four sisters Genny Yates, Janet Mason, Carole Anderson, and Liz DiVergigelis.

An informal memorial gathering will take place at a later date.  Instead of flowers, the family hopes that you will follow Norm's example and perform an unexpected and unsolicited act of kindness in his name.
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Plans are for an memorial service, celebration of life, BBQ, and the telling of funny stories at Beth and Tiny's in Quartzsite on March 5 at 1 pm.  I think he be pleased.  If any of his buddies want to join us, they can email me for the address -- I don't know it offhand but they've been friends of Norm's for most of his life.

*** Check out 'Norm Demonstrates the Model T' on You Tube for a short video of Norm. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RssUwVyLwMQ

Thanks,
Leslie McCauley




I think I speak for all us in saying “Norm, it was an honor to have served with you so many years ago, and to continue our friendship since then.  We will miss you Norm!”

Monday, January 18, 2016

Norm McCauley


I got the sad news that our friend Norm McCauley passed away on January 16, 2016.  The last time I saw Norm was in 2001 at our OV-1 Mohawk Association reunion in Las Vegas.  The above photo is from that weekend.  Please remember Leslie in your prayers during this tough time for her.  I’ll send more information as I receive it.  Steve Simula sent me the following email:

Hello Gordy,
    Thank you for the update on Ken Cunningham.  
    I received a phone call today from Leslie McCauley.  Our buddy Norm passed away suddenly last night.  He had chest pains and
by the time paramedics arrived he was gone.   He had been in very good health.  
     Steve

I have excerpted the following from the ANNUAL SUPPLEMENT HISTORY OF THE 225th AVIATION COMPANY (SURVEILLANCE AIRPLANE), 223D COMBAT SUPPORT AVIATION BATTALION, 1st AVIATION BRIGADE, 1 January 1969 - 31 December 1969

Prepared by: Captain Jose A. Chapa, Unit Historical Officer

21 March 1969: To say March came in like a lion and went out like a lamb for the 225th Blackhawks would be redundant. However the spirits of the men were riding high on the successful accomplishment of the night photo missions and the beginning of round the clock surveillance of the border with SLAR missions. The company also began its 20th month of accident free operation with over 15,000 total flying hours. The end of March was set with the predominate mood of sadness, for the company not only lost an airplane but, much worse, had lost a Blackhawk, Captain David Bruce Peterson.

CPT Peterson was the pilot of Blackhawk 09 on the morning of 21 March 1969, on a photographic mission in the Plie Trap Valley. He was informed that it would be a particularly hazardous mission due to the many reported enemy anti-aircraft and automatic weapons in the area and the low altitude that he was required to maintain. He nevertheless accepted the mission and made ready. Upon entering the target area, his aircraft came under intense enemy fire, receiving approximately 20 hits with 37mm fire and smaller caliber rounds. One of these rounds exploded in the cockpit directly between and below CPT Peterson's legs inflicting serious wounds. Although in extreme pain, and with flames and smoke engulfing the cockpit, he was able to expertly fly the aircraft out of danger of the enemy guns and at the same time give a "Mayday" call announcing their intentions and location. At the last possible moment, he ordered SP5 Norman N. McCauley, his observer, to eject from the aircraft. After McCauley had successfully cleared the aircraft, he also ejected. Upon reaching the ground, he directed rescue helicopters to his position. After seeing his observer lifted to safety by a UH-1 helicopter which came to his assistance. As the crew was attempting to bring him aboard, he apparently lost consciousness from his many wounds and fell back to the ground. Although he was immediately rescued by heroic actions on the part of the helicopter crew and First Aid was administered, he died enroute to the hospital. His selfless actions are credited with saving the life of his observer, for which he received the Distinguished Flying Cross posthumously.

26 March 1969: SP5 Norman N. McCauley, the observer who ejected from "Blackhawk 09", arrived back at Phu Hiep and the 225th. Following ejection and successful pickup, SP5 McCauley had been taken to the 71st Evacuation Hospital where he recovered from shrapnel wounds in his right arm.

On 26 March 1969, memorial services were held for CPT David B. Peterson at the Phu Hiep Army Airfield Memorial Chapel. At this time the friends and comrades of CPT Peterson paid tribute to a fine officer and an excellent Army aviator . . . and freedom is a gift from God that commands the highest price.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Follow-up On Ken Cunningham


To follow-up on my posting in November, our friend Terry Carlson sent me this note from Star and Stripes about Ken Cunningham, and if you had not seen this I thought you would like to.
http://www.stripes.com/news/us/remains-of-illinois-soldier-missing-since-1969-coming-home-1.387845