Meet The Pilot and Survivor From One of the Largest Air Rescues in Vietnam

In August, Dave Richardson did a virtual tour to promote his book Vietnam Air Rescues. This book was created by a father to share an account of the time he spent in Vietnam. He discusses each of his rescues and shares plenty of details about every day life for him and other interesting tidbits about his time in Vietnam.

Vietnam Air Rescues by Dave Richardson Gives You a Chance to…

Eavesdrop—as a father recounts to his adult children his exploits as an Air Force
“Jolly Green” combat helicopter rescue pilot in Vietnam…

Be There—to see what it was really like…

Ride Along—and determine what you would have done when another man’s life was literally hanging in the balance…

Feel—what it meant to save a life…

Experience—heart pounding action in…Vietnam Air Rescues.

Join author to learn more about his life as a “Jolly Green” rescue pilot, picking up aircrew shot down in North Vietnam and Laos. This book is a real treasure with details of his 7 rescues of 9 men and over 30 anecdotes relating to his experiences. The book is profusely illustrated with more than 100 photos, maps and drawings. To order your copy and for more information, visit his website at www.vietnam-air-rescues.com.

Dave Richardson’s final rescue happened mere days before he was scheduled to return to the US. Little did he know that it would be one of the largest air rescues in Vietnam. The man he rescued has written a book about his experience during this 40 hour ordeal.




While reading The Rescue of Streetcar 304---A Navy Pilot’s Forty Hours on the Run in Laos, you might:

Cry… When Streetcar 304 describes a romantic and emotional farewell with wife and children prior to flying into combat over Laos.

Twinge in Fear… As Streetcar 304 is shot down following his second bomb run in the midst of massive enemy anti-aircraft fire.

Anguish... Along with Streetcar 304 as one rescue plane after another is knocked out of the sky by enemy gunfire and another pilot is also running for his life.

Marvel… At the non-stop action in the jungle as Streetcar encounters squad after squad of enemy troops in hot pursuit and then… lions, leopards and monkeys.

Stand up and Applaud… When Streetcar 304 is finally rescued in a scenario readers describe as “Better than any movie”.

Be in Awe… When you read the final epilogue about the story’s aftermath.

On 31 May 1968, Lt. Kenny Fields catapulted off USS America in his A-7 for his first combat mission. His target was in Laos, which at the time was “officially” off-limits for U.S. attacks. What the planners did not know was that Fields and his wingman were en route to a massive concentration of AAA gun sites amidst an entire North Vietnamese division. Fields—call sign Streetcar 304—was the first to roll in and destroyed the target with a direct hit. Three AAA guns began to fire, but, following his wingman, he rolled in again. This time many more AAA guns opened up and Fields was shot down. For more information, visit – www.kennywaynefields.com

Monday August 18th, author and publicist Nikki Leigh interviewed Dave Richardson about his book and his experiences in Vietnam. To listen or to download your own copy, click the link above.

As a follow up, Nikki Leigh interviewed Dave Richardson and Kenny Fields on August 25th. The second interview was a chance to talk with the rescue pilot and the survivor about what happened during those 40 hours, in the air and on the ground. To listen to the show or to download your own copy, click the link below.



Veterans, teachers, aviation buffs, family members of military personnel, history buffs and many of others enjoyed these shows. They can be a way to start a conversation about the war, help family members understand about their loved ones time in the war, give students a first hand account from the men who lived through this rescue and others and many other people can benefit from these shows.

The content in the shows is just the beginning. To learn the full story from both of these men, read both books and get both perspectives of these pulse pounding experiences and edge of your seat action. Vietnam Air Rescues by Dave Richardson and Rescue of Streetcar 304 by Kenny Fields are both for sale on Amazon.com and other booksellers. You can also order autographed copies from the authors if you prefer. Feel free to contact Nikki Leigh for more information at nikki_leigh22939@yahoo.com. To read a sample from Dave Richardson's book Vietnam Air Rescues - visit www.nikkileigh.com/var.htm. This ebook contains excerpts from Vietnam Air Rescues and it contains all the details for Dave's first rescue. Download your free copy today.

Sample For You Rescue #1 Vietnam Air Rescues

I was talking to Dave Richardson about how one excerpt from his book can make a person want to read the rest. So, we decided to share Rescue #1 with you. Let us know what you think.

NOTE : This is one excerpt from Vietnam Air Rescues. The book is packed with pictures that Dave took during his time in Vietnam. We see pictures taken during the rescues, the aircraft they used, the men he worked with, maps of the areas, a glossary of terms used in the book and much more. Take a glimpse inside his time as a rescue pilot.

1st Rescue - Over the River and Through the Woods…

This rescue took place in November, 1967. Embarking on a 3 day alert trip up ‘North’, we took off early from NKP, planning to arrive at the daytime site (Lima 36) at first light.
As we were overflying the nighttime site (Lima 20A), however, my wingman announced he had hydraulic problems.

He stated he thought it was just the gauge, and that the limited maintenance available on the ground should be able to repair it in a few minutes. I advised him I planned to continue on alone to Lima 36.

He reminded me that we were not authorized to fly single ship over enemy terrain, but I reasoned that he could catch up with me shortly, and as there was a heavy bombing laid on for the day, I wanted to be close to the action in case we were needed.

Arriving at Lima 36 as dawn broke; I circled and buzzed the strip a few times. No one opened
fire, so I figured that it still belonged to us.

I landed and we began to refuel from the fuel barrels. Not long after we had finished refueling and were assembled in the hut, we received a Mayday (emergency distress) call that an F-4 had been hit over Hanoi. We immediately scrambled and headed on an intercept course.

When the Sandy’s caught up with me, they inquired where the other helicopter was. I told them not to worry; he would join us shortly.

As we ‘homed in’ on the aircraft’s distress beacon, it became apparent that the pilot had headed WNW toward China, rather than SW away from China and toward Laos.

This presented a problem. The United States was extremely worried at the time that China would find some excuse to intervene in Vietnam as they had in Korea. As a result, American aircraft were prohibited from flying near the Chinese border. Regardless, we continued to fly an intercept course toward the survivors.

As we arrived in the vicinity of the Black River (the northern and western limit of air operations), we realized we would have to cross the river if we were to rescue the two pilots. The riverbank was heavily defended, so we decided to climb to 10,000 feet and “jink” (maneuver from side to side) and spiral down as we crossed it. The flak (anti-aircraft fire) was heavy, but all five aircraft (one helicopter and four fighters) managed to cross without incident.

While we flew toward the area where the survivors were down, two of the Sandy’s sped ahead to reconnoiter the scene, while the other two stayed behind to protect me.

Lead Sandy established voice contact with the pilot, who said he was about 2/3’s of the way up a steep ridge, covered with razor grass. Because of the grass, he was not able to move. There was no contact with the back-seater.

As I entered the area, I spotted a steep ridge, which was clear of trees but covered with tall grass. At the foot of the ridge was a small hamlet. I observed several military trucks parked there. Some soldiers were busy setting up what looked like anti-aircraft guns, while others were attempting to cut a path up the ridge to the survivor.

Due to ROE (rules of engagement) restrictions, we were unable to open fire on them. I calculated we might have enough time to pick the pilot up before the ground troops reached him. At my instruction, the survivor popped his smoke. Now I knew exactly where he was on that ridge.

I began to ease the helicopter close to the ridge, hoping to be able to establish a hover over him. It was tricky work. There were strong crosscurrents of wind, which bucked the helicopter around. What complicated matters was the necessity to hover with my rotor tips just a few feet from the steeply angled ridge in order to get over him.

I went into my hover mode, which consisted of entrusting all aircraft gauges and radios except Guard (emergency radio frequency) to my co-pilot, and blocking out everything else as I concentrated on holding the helicopter absolutely still while the hoist was being lowered.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I could sense a brilliant, white light. What was that? Was the
co-pilot shining a light in my eyes? That didn’t make any sense, yet the light was there. Since I was busy maintaining the hover, I resolved to forget about it.

It was vitally important that the helicopter not be allowed to move even as much as a foot in any direction, or we would risk dragging the survivor through the sharp grass or, worse yet, knock the rotor blades off against the ridge.

Finally, the hoist reached the survivor and he began to climb onto the paddle seats. We had just begun lifting him off the ground when an enemy soldier rolled over the top of the ridge above me at a distance of about 75-100 feet. He aimed his AK-47 at us and began firing.

‘Feeling’ rather than hearing the bullets impacting the fuselage just below my seat, I yelled to
the guys in the back that we were taking fire and transmitted the same message to the Sandy’s.

In the meantime, the enemy soldiers’ rounds (bullets) had continued to rise and tore into the rotor blades. The aircraft began to buck and jump as the blades lost their tracking stability.

At that time we flew our helicopters unarmed. Our only weapons were our personal M-16’s. My PJ leaned out the door past the Flight Mechanic, who was busy operating the hoist, and emptied his clip into the enemy soldier. Without a doubt, he saved my life.

Our PJ was rather ‘gung-ho’, and had loaded his M-16 with straight tracer rounds. I saw a bright tongue of flame spurt from the cabin door and rip the head off the soldier, whose body tumbled down the ridge below me.

Due to the excessive vibration, I was barely able to hold the hover as we got the survivor on board. As soon as he was safely in the cabin, I pulled away from the ridge. The white light immediately snapped off.

The Sandy’s, now freed of restrictions, were doing an enthusiastic job of obliterating the hamlet, along with the trucks and guns. The survivor called out that he thought his ‘back-seater’ was nearby, but we had more pressing problems on our hands.

The helicopter was vibrating. The vibration was so bad I seriously thought we might lose one of the blades. It was difficult to hold it steady as I turned toward home. Two of the Sandy’s accompanied me while the other two remained behind to complete their destructive work.

As we were limping along, one of the Sandy’s called out, “Don’t look now, but it appears you have a MIG (Russian jet fighter plane) at 6 o’clock (directly behind) and closing!” They both went back to engage the jet while we pondered our next move.

The classic defense of a helicopter against a fixed-wing fighter is to head straight for your opponent and then autorotate (disengage the rotors and allow the helicopter to free fall). The high sink rate of autorotation, coupled with the jet’s rapid closure speed should make him steepen his dive angle until he has to break it off. Then the helicopter can play tag among the ground clutter.

That is the textbook theory, at any rate. I had never heard of anyone actually trying it, and I wasn’t about to be the first, not with the control problems we were encountering.

We could see the MIG as a faint speck in the sky. I slid over into a cloudbank, hoping he didn’t have infrared missiles and would lose visual contact. We couldn’t stay in the clouds for very long. I knew that the peaks of nearby mountains were poking up into those clouds and didn’t want to smash into one of them.

The helicopter was still bucking and shaking. I didn’t want to perform any violent maneuvers, as I wasn’t sure it would hold together. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, we dropped out of the cloud layer and anxiously scanned the sky.

My PJ shouted, “There! 10 o’clock!”

I pulled back into another cloud; still praying the MIG was guns only and didn’t have infrared or radar homing on board. When we exited a few minutes later, we couldn’t see the MIG anywhere.

Where had he gone?

“5 o’clock, high!” shouted my Flight Mechanic.

I plunged into a third cloud. This time, when we exited, the MIG was nowhere in sight. I can only assume he was low on fuel and had to head for home.

We plodded along our way, shaking and bucking, and were joined by the two Sandy’s who had stayed behind to strafe the enemy.

Once again, we were approaching the Black River; this time from the North. There was no way I was going to attempt the 10,000 feet corkscrew maneuver we had done earlier. I was convinced the helicopter would fall apart if we tried.

Operating on my theory that “the closer to the ground I am, the harder I am to see and hit”; I flew at treetop level across the River while the Sandy’s did their high altitude bit. The gunners were so busy trying to hit them we roared over in safety before they could realign the guns.

We began to notice a stiffening in the controls. Sure enough, a quick glance at the hydraulic gauge showed a fluctuating, decreasing pressure. We were losing hydraulic fluid! Some of that guy's bullets must have nicked a hydraulic line. This was a new and quite serious problem.

The HH-3E was a large helicopter. The flight controls were hydraulically assisted, much like power steering on a car. It was impossible for the flight crew to control the helicopter if hydraulic power failed completely.

I advised the Sandy’s of our problem and that we might have to make an emergency landing. Looking around, I had no desire to set down in the vastness of the North Vietnamese jungle. I resolved to continue flying until the last possible moment.

After a while we heard the backup helicopter on the frequency. He had gotten his bird fixed and was looking for us. He met up with us, flew alongside and confirmed we had hydraulic fluid streaming out of the bottom of the aircraft.

My best estimate was that we were still about 30 minutes out of Lima 36. Our choice was to land there or crash into the rocks and jungle. There was simply no place else to go. At the same time, I was concerned about the ‘back-seater’ we had left behind. I hated to think an American was going to be lost when we had the ability to get him.

Finally, I directed the other helicopter to take the Sandy’s and go back to try for the other guy. He protested that I would be left all alone, but I pointed out that if we didn’t make the strip, our chances of survival in a crash landing were slim. After a bit, he agreed to make a try at rescuing the ‘back-seater’.

Wonder of wonders, we made it to Lima 36. As I was attempting to set it down, I lost control and fell the last ten feet or so, resulting in a huge bounce and one of my worst landings to date. But, we were on the ground and safe. Praise God!

I shut down the engines amid cheers from the crew. As we started to kill electrical power, we heard the other helicopter transmitting a Mayday (emergency) call. A 57 mm shell had severed his tail rotor shaft. He wasn’t sure how long he could maintain level flight and wanted help.

I was heartsick. We had just barely made it on the ground ourselves. Nevertheless, I was not about to abandon him. I told my crew I could fly the bird by myself. They should wait with our survivor until I got back. If I got back. They were a good crew, and refused to remain behind.

I handed my M-16 to the survivor and told him to sit inside our wooden hut with the gun aimed
at the door. He was to shoot anybody who tried to enter that didn’t speak English. His eyes got very wide. I told him if we weren’t back in an hour, we weren’t coming back.

In that event, he was to wait until just before sunset before he dismantled and discarded the weapon. Then he should walk toward the fortress on the hill, with his hands in the air, shouting, “American, American”. Perhaps they would take him in. A replacement alert crew was due in three days, after all, and they would get him out.

He didn’t look too happy with the situation, but accepted the rifle. We got fired up and took off toward the other helicopter, which had a real problem. Unless they maintained 50 knots of forward airspeed, the helicopter would corkscrew, making any landing doubtful.

We pulled alongside them, shaking and vibrating quite badly. Sure enough, his tail rotor was completely stopped. Both helicopters turned and headed back, eventually getting Lima 36 in sight.

Now, we had a different sort of problem—whoever attempted to land first would most likely crash, thus denying the very short strip to the other helicopter.

I was certain I would not be able to make another safe landing, but there was a chance for my wingman. I told him to come in at 60 knots, plop it on the ground at the start of the strip, shut everything down and ride the brakes, hoping he could stop before going over the cliff at the end. He did a great job in getting his bird down in one piece.

Now it was my turn. As we came in for the landing, I lost control about 10-20 feet in the air. The helicopter hit hard. The left gear partially collapsed (apparently my first hard landing had weakened it) and the helicopter tilted over 45° on its left side, resting on the sponson.

In the process I wrenched my knee quite severely, but otherwise, everyone was OK. So there we were, towards noon on our first day of a three-day alert: one survivor, 8 crewmembers and two broken helicopters.

We took a look at the bullet damage. There were a few holes starting just below my seat on the
right side. It was obvious the shells had come in my open window, passed in front of both pilots and exited through my co-pilots’ open window. I felt as though God must have been working overtime, protecting me from harm.

I asked my co-pilot what the business was with the light shining on me during the pick-up. He got a funny look on his face and said he didn’t know a thing about it. He hadn’t noticed any light.

It was only later, when I encountered the light again during my second rescue, that I began to believe it was the Shekinah glory of God, protecting me from harm. Every rescue I made, that light was there, disappearing when I pulled myself and my crew out of danger. I have no other explanation for it.

There were also holes in the rotor blades. That was the source of our vibration. We radioed in our status and were advised to standby—three helicopters were being dispatched. We felt like celebrating. We would get to go home early!

Feel free to ask questions or leave a comment at every stop on the tour to increase your chances to win a copy of this exciting book.

Amazon Link for Vietnam Air Rescues: http://www.amazon.com/Vietnam-Air-Rescues-Dave-Richardson/dp/1434891348

For more information on Dave Richardson, visit his website www.vietnam-air-rescues.com.

For virtual book tour details - http://virtualblogtour.blogspot.com/2008/05/upcoming-virtual-book-tours.html

Something Unique in August

I've got some interesting tours coming up in the next several months - but I just lined up something that I think is going to be really fun.

In August, Dave Richardson, author of Vietnam Air Rescues, will tour cyberspace with me. His book is very good and we'll be talking about it throughout the month. The first Monday in August I'll interview him on my radio show (www.blogtalkradio.com/nikkileigh) and we'll talk about his book. Then, a week or two later, I'll interview him and the man he rescued on his last mission in Vietnam. They both wrote books about their experiences and we'll get to hear their recollections. This will give us the point of view from the air and from land.


I'll post more details as we get closer to the tour - but I'm so excited about this idea that I had to pass the info along now. I've got another interview coming up on my show Monday, July 7, with Jill Lublin and she'll talk about her new book - Get Noticed... Get Referrals. More details in a day or two.

Nikki Leigh
www.nikkileigh.com
www.virtualblogtour.blogspot.com

Vietnam Air Rescues by Dave Richardson

Dave Richardson will tour cyberspace in the month of August to promote his book Vietnam Air Rescues. This is your chance to read the book a father assembled to share a very important time in his life. These personal experiences and his perspectives on an unpopular war as shared in the pages of this exciting and insightful book. Read about his experiences and the faith that helped him through tough rescue situations where a number of lives were in his hands. If you would be interested in interviewing Dave during his tour, feel free to contact us.

About Vietnam Air Rescues

Eavesdrop—as a father recounts to his adult children his exploits as an Air Force “Jolly Green” combat helicopter rescue pilot in Vietnam…

Be There—to see what it was really like…

Ride Along—and determine what you would have done when another man’s life was literally hanging in the balance…

Feel—what it meant to save a life…

Experience—heart pounding action in…Vietnam Air Rescues.

The book begins with the authors’ ‘Unauthorized History of the Vietnam War’; then continues to describe his life as a “Jolly Green” rescue pilot, picking up aircrew shot down in North Vietnam and Laos. Details of his 7 rescues of 9 men are included, as well as over 30 anecdotes relating to his experiences. The book is profusely illustrated with more than 100 photos, maps and drawings.

About Dave Richardson -

Born and raised in Southern California and he graduated (BA) from the University of La Verne. In 1960, he married his high school sweetheart and joined the US Air Force. Over the next 24 years, he would be stationed at various bases in the United States and he served in Vietnam. He retired after 24 years as an Air Force helicopter/fixed wing pilot. For 13 years, he taught 8th grade mathematics and he currently lives in Kansas. Check the end of this post for details about Dave Richardson's military experience.

Visit Dave's website for many pictures from the book - http://www.vietnam-air-rescues.com/

Amazon details - www.amazon.com/Vietnam-Air-Rescues-Dave-Richardson/dp/1434891348

Tour Schedule Coming Soon

His Air Force experience includes:

1960 Air Traffic Control School, Keesler AFB, MS
1961-1962 Air Traffic Controller, Edwards AFB, CA
1962 Officer Training School, Medina Base, TX
1962 Aircraft Maintenance Officers School, Chanute AFB, IL
1962-1964 Aircraft Maintenance Officer, George AFB, Ca
1964 Aircraft Maintenance Officer, Incirlik, AB, Turkey
1965 Basic Undergraduate Pilot Training, Randolph AFB, TX
1965 Advanced Undergraduate Pilot Training. Stead AFB, NV
1965 Air Force Survival School, Stead AFB, NV
1966-1967 Helicopter Pilot, Bolling AFB, Wash D.C.
1967 HH-3E Upgrade Training, Sheppard AFB, TX
1967 Combat Crew Training, Eglin AFB, Fl
1967-1968 Rescue Crew Commander, Nakon Phanom RTAFB, Thailand
1968-1971 Helicopter Pilot, Ramstein AB, Germany
1971 T-38 Upgrade training, Randolph AFB, TX
1971 T-37 Instructor Pilot training, Randolph AFB, TX
1972-1973 T-37 Instructor Pilot, Vance AFB, OK
1974-1975 Airfield Manager, Vance AFB, OK
1976-1980 Director of Training, SE Liaison Region, Dobbins AFB, GA
1980-1984 Airfield Manager, Robins AFB, GA
1984 Retired from USAF