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This was written by Greg J.......Greg is a retired CH-46 Driver, lives in Pennsylvania. He made many of these Med-evac runs. He currently   is a college professor.
 

Glancing around at the clutter in my attic recently, I decided it was time

to sort through some of the unpacked boxes associated with my
military retirement and move to Pennsylvania. A fond smile crossed my face as I
gingerly pulled out aging flight logbooks. As I randomly scanned the
yellowing pages, I was surprised by the vivid and detailed recall the
numerous sorties inscribed on those pages evoked. Aviation seems to have
that effect on the mind.

  
Locked in a trance with my memories, it was the flutter of a small
newspaper clipping, surrendering to gravity, as it fell from between the
pages, that snapped the spell of the moment and brought me back to reality.
The clipping was a one-line notice from the Navy Times announcing the death
of my friend, David Cummings, during 1988. When I first cut out the
obituary notice and tucked it away in my logbook, I mentally promised
myself that one day I would tell the story of his heroics--in another place
and time...
  
(Vietnam 1969)
  
It was December. Reconnaissance elements from a battalion-size Viet Cong
force probed the hasty defensive perimeter set up by a remote Marine
observation team atop Hill 845.
From afar, an OV-10 "Bronco" aircraft,
responding to an urgent call from the outpost for close air support, swept
in low from the south. The confines of adjacent mountain ridges, coupled
with a rapidly deteriorating cloud base, made the pending interdiction
strike especially hazardous. Monsoon season was well underway and, like the
distant thunder, the drone of the Bronco's propellers reverberated off the
trees and mountain sides, striking fear in the guerrillas (as wounded VC
prisoners would later relate) while providing some semblance of comfort to
the beleaguered Marines.
  
The Bronco pilot, Captain Dennis Herbert, and his rear seat aerial observer
seemed oblivious to the danger. Directed to the attack by a ground-based
forward air controller (FAC), the Bronco pilot focused his attack on a
shallow ravine leading into the outpost encampment. Squeezing off two Zuni
rockets, he visually tracked the missiles (with a little body language) to
the ravine where they exploded in a fury of smoke and fire.
  
Herbert immediately banked his aircraft sharp to the left to avoid flying
debris. Quickly leveling his
wings, he simultaneously pulled back hard on
the control stick. His Bronco was now pointed straight up. Bleeding off
airspeed for rapid altitude gain in an exchange of energy, the Bronco
masked itself in the clouds to escape retaliatory ground fire and also to
avoid collision with the mountains. In a matter of seconds, the aircraft
punched through the cloud overcast. Captain Herbert leveled off the
aircraft, adjusted the throttle, and waited for a radio call to announce
the results of his attack. The FAC reported that the attack was successful.
Further probing by the enemy had ceased. For the time being a
second
suppression attack would not be required.
  
During the siege on the outpost, however, the FAC reported a young Marine
had tripped off an enemy booby trap and was seriously injured. Bleeding
profusely, he was going into shock. The Bronco pilot was asked to relay a
call for an immediate medical evacuation.
  
Meanwhile, at Landing Zone Baldy, Cobra pilot First Lieutenant David
Cummings and his aircraft commander, Captain Roger Henry, were standing by
on routine medevac escort alert in their AH-1G
helicopter gunship. The rear
cockpit seat of the Cobra, normally flown by the pilot in command, would
today be flown by the copilot, Lieutenant Cummings, as part of his aircraft
commander check ride. When the call came to escort medevac helicopters, the
pilots launched with another Cobra to marry up with two CH-46 Sea Knight
transport helicopters as part of a constituted medevac (medical evacuation)
package. After a smooth join up, the flight headed 40 miles southwest of Da
Nang into the Que Son Mountains in Quang Nam Province where they
rendezvoused with the Bronco for a mission
brief.
  
Weather at Hill 845 had deteriorated badly. Rain and lowering cloud bases
made it virtually impossible for the large Sea Knights to get into the area
for the pickup. Despite persistent maneuvering, the rescue flight finally
retired to the edge of the weather mass where they loitered to wait for
another opportunity to come in and pick up the wounded Marine.
  
After obtaining approval from the medevac mission commander, the agile
Cobra flown by Captain Henry and Lieutenant Cummings, proceeded in to scout
the landing zone in order to facilitate a more expeditious evacuation. The
worsening weather, however, prompted Captain Henry, positioned in the
higher visibility front gunner's seat, to assume control of the aircraft's
more difficult-to-use side console forward cockpit flight controls.
Visibility was now practically zero.
  
In those days, there was a variation of a popular song theme that "only mad
dogs and Englishmen ventured into noonday monsoons!" Undaunted, Captain
Henry and Lieutenant Cummings pressed on despite harrowing weather
conditions. The two Marines worked their Cobra up the mountain-side amidst
severe turbulence generated up and down gnarled mountain slopes. Scraping
tree tops at airspeeds that often dipped below 30 knots, or required
holding in perilous zero-visibility hovers, the flyers anxiously waited for
a call from the outpost giving them either a visual or sound cue that they
were above the elusive, ill-defined landing zone. After three hours and
five different attempts (with refueling runs interjected in-between), the
aviators finally found their mark.
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Sporadic radio reports confirmed to Captain Henry and Lieutenant Cummings
their worst fear that the injured Marine was succumbing to his wounds.
Guiding the Cobra down through tall trees, Captain Henry landed the
aircraft on the edge of a bomb crater in a skillful display of airmanship.
The helicopter settled to the ground amid swirling debris. The tightness of
the landing zone was such that only the front half of the aircraft's skids
rested on the rocky outer lip of the bomb crater. While the Cobra loitered
in this precarious teeter-totter position,  Lieutenant Cummings climbed out
of the aircraft to investigate the situation.
  
Torn and bloody, the wounded Marine was drifting in and out of shock.
Having served a previous tour in Vietnam as an infantry officer, Lieutenant
Cummings was intimately familiar with the situation now confronting him. He
had seen the haunting lurk of death in young men's eyes enough times before
to know that it was time to get this Marine out immediately. Death,
Lieutenant Cummings  promised himself, would not visit this Marine today if
he had anything to say in the matter.
  
With the situation assessed, Lieutenant Cummings ordered the casualty
lifted into the Cobra. Strapping the semiconscious Marine into his rear
cockpit seat, Lieutenant Cummings fastened the canopy shut. As "mud
Marines" looked on curiously, Lieutenant Cummings climbed atop the
starboard stubwing rocket pod.   Straddling the pod and facing aft,
Cummings banged his fist on the wing to get Captain Henry's attention
before giving him a thumbs up. With a grim smile, Captain Henry nodded and
took off. The cloud base, by now, was less than 100 feet above the outpost.
  
As the Cobra lifted away, the radio airways snapped to life as radio
operators in the vicinity broadcast descriptions of the incredible scene
they were witnessing. Atop the rocket pod, Lieutenant Cummings flashed a
"V" for victory to those remaining in the zone as the Cobra vanished
dramatically into the blanket overcast. It was the ultimate stage exit.
Marines on the ground stood and cheered. Morale soared.
  
Leveling off in a cloud mass at 4,000 feet, Captain Henry accelerated the
Cobra to 100 knots in order to improve
maneuverability. Once stabilized, he
glanced over his shoulder to check on the outrider. Lieutenant Cummings
flashed him back a sheepish grin. Biting rain, extreme cold at altitude,
and the deafening shrill and shuffle-vibration of engines and rotors all
mixed to fill his senses. He could hold on only by squeezing his thighs
tightly against the rocket pod wing mount. To exacerbate matters, the wind
grabbed at the back of Cummings' helmet flexing it forward thereby causing
the chin strap to choke him. And all the while, howling winds taunted him.
But at their loudest, Cummings merely glanced at the wounded
Marine, and
howled back.
  
Captain Herbert, still orbiting on patrol in his Bronco, began his return
to home base as fuel began to run low. En route, he happened to catch a
chance glimpse of the Cobra darting in and out of the clouds in its tenuous
race against time. Zooming down for a closer look he was unprepared for the
spectacle of Lieutenant Cummings, hanging outside the aircraft, and the
bleeding, semiconscious Marine within. In mild disbelief, the Bronco pilot
pulled up wide abeam the Cobra, gave a thumbs up and departed. "What a
crazy war!" Herbert quipped to his observer while still shaking his head in
disbelief. But in his heart, he knew this was the way of the warriors!
  
After the twenty-five minute flight through turbulent weather, the gunship
descended through the clouds and broke into relatively clear sky at 1,200
feet over a land navigation point called Spider Lake. The Cobra now headed
towards a medical facility.  Thoroughly exhausted from the strain of the
mission, Captain Henry was having trouble discerning the exact location of
the medical site when he sensed a series of thumps coming from
the
starboard wing. Glancing to his right he saw Lieutenant Cummings, much like
a prize-winning bird dog, with locked pointed finger directing his
attention to their destination below.
  
After landing, the wounded Marine was whisked into a medical triage for
stabilization while Navy Corpsmen, who thought they had seen everything,
helped Cummings "defrost" himself off the rocket pod. A short time later, a
CH-46 Sea Knight arrived to fly the wounded Marine to Marble Mountain for
emergency surgery. Sprinting along through the sky as combat escort
with
the Sea Knight, to the more sophisticated "in-country" medical facility,
were Cummings and Henry. The two were weary from fatigue but nonetheless
vested in their interest to culminate the safe arrival of their wounded
Marine. (The young Marine survived, married, and was last known to be
living in Texas.)
  
Despite the long day and fatiguing limits they had endured, Captain Henry
continued the training portion of Lieutenant Cummings' check ride on the
way back to home base. Oddly enough, among senior aviators "in-country,"
there was talk of censure and a court-martial for the outrider affair. The
act, in their opinion, had overtones of grandstanding, regardless of the
fact that the young Marine would have died had he not received medical
attention as soon as he did. However, when Henry and Cummings were both
personally invited by the Commanding  General of the First Marine Division
to dine as special guests in his quarters, the issue of court-martial was
moot and dead on arrival. For their actions, Captain Henry and First
Lieutenant Cummings were each awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross. Years
later when asked about the dinning experience with the Commanding General,
both pilots readily admit they thought they had a great time. Libations, it
appears, were liberally dispensed. And it was reported to the two aviators
that they were both transported horizontally into their hooches and gently
tucked in their racks by the grunts!
  
(Prologue)
  
When Dave Cummings died unexpectedly in 1988, there were the normal
expressions of loss, especially for one so young. But none who first
attended his lifeless body, and only a few who were present at his hometown
funeral, fully realized the magnitude of his life or the legacy he had left
with the Corps.
  
A native of Woburn, Massachusetts, Cummings enlisted in the Marine Corps
during September of 1966. Upon completion of recruit training, he attended
Officer Candidate School and The Basic School at Quantico, Virginia.
Cummings served several months as an infantry platoon leader with the
Second Battalion, First Marine Division in Vietnam. After being seriously
wounded in a
fire fight with Viet Cong forces, he was evacuated to the
States. Cummings had always wanted to fly so it was a thrill, following
recuperation, when he was selected for flight training. Earning his "Wings
of Gold," Dave Cummings returned to Vietnam during September 1969 to start
his combat flying career.
  
Nineteen years later, Lieutenant Colonel Dave Cummings, en route to attend
a special military course in Albany, Georgia, stopped in Atlanta for the
night. After a routine workout, he returned to his hotel room where he
suffered an apparent heart attack and
died. He was 42.
  
Although Dave Cummings' life spanned a relatively short period of time, he
managed to walk a worthy journey. Among his personal military awards were
four Distinguished Flying Crosses, four single mission Air Medals, the
Bronze Star with combat "V", and a Purple Heart.
  
In this day and age when the term hero is used so loosely, it is comforting
that I can say I actually have known some true heros in my lifetime. Dave
Cummings was a man who set the example. He was a guy who displayed courage
that all of us who knew him hoped we could muster if the call came. Dave
Cummings was a special piece of the Corps' past, a large measure of its
tradition, and maybe, more importantly, a sizeable chunk of its soul. He
will not be easily forgotten.  Semper Fi, Dave.

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