There were times I thought the end was coming.
That’s how Arthur Neil Black described his captivity after the helicopter he was aboard was shot down over North Vietnam on Sept. 20, 1965, while on a rescue mission for the U.S. Air Force.
“It was a very scary situation,” he recalled. “You don’t know if you are going to live or die. You start to pray. You don’t have anywhere else to turn. That becomes a saving grace.”
The scene was the courtyard of a prison camp near Hanoi called Planiation Gardens, and the time was August, 1971. Eight young American enlisted men going to vash dishes passed a group of senior officers who were out shaving. The eight had made statements against the war and developed rather
“It’s Christmastime, Poppy, and we want a story!” “A story? Why don’t you play with your toys?” “We want a story! We want a story! We want…” “Okay! Okay. A story. All right, then, a story you shall have. What kind of story would you like, my children?” “We want
I was stationed at Clark Air Base in the Philippines in February 1973. I was fortunate to be able towitness the return of the POW’s as they were brought to Clark Air Base from Hanoi after release fromvarious camps across the country.There were seven dates in February and March 1973
On August 16, 1960, Joe Kittinger went for a balloon ride. Sitting inside an open gondola suspended from an enormous helium-filled envelope, the U.S. Air Force captain rose to a height more than 19 miles above the Earth’s surface. His mission that day—part of Project Excelsior—was to test a new
“The key word for all of us at first was fragility. Each of us, before we were ever in shouting distance of another American, was made to “take the ropes.” That was a real shock to our systems — and as with all shocks, its impact on our inner selves