I found this on the Dodge Magnum forum I am on, and I thouht I would share this story that made me mad as Hell
This is a story I feel must be shared.
There were no lines for funeral tickets for this REAL American hero...
It's stinking hot on November 14th, 1965... you're 19 years old and lying there, critically wounded at LZ-Xray in the Ia Drang Valley, South Vietnam, Republic of...
Your unit is out number 8 to 1 and the company commander has ordered that the Dust-off's stop coming in... it's just too "hot" in the LZ. Enemy machine guns and mortars, positioned within 100 to 200 yards are tearing the place up.
You lie there, fading in and out... knowing you're not getting out. Your family, half a world away... 12,000 miles and you won't be seeing them again... ever.
Then, over the deafening roar of battle, you hear the faint, but unmistakable sound of a Huey... it's getting louder, the sound is drowning out the machine gun fire. You pry your eyes open, look up and see it... an unarmed UH-1, no Medicvac markings, just a big, beautiful Huey.
Ed Freeman's here for you....
Ed doesn't fly Medivac, it's not his job, but he's here... settling his bird into the LZ, a big fat juicy target. Medivacs have been ordered out, but Ed's here. He drops in, you and two or three other guys are tossed in the back... then whoosh, you're outta there, you're flying to doctors, nurses... people who're gonna keep you alive.
Ed flew back 13 more times... took 30 more guys like you out, to a chance to live.
God rest his Soul, Medal of Honor holder, Ed Freeman recently died in Boise, Idaho at age 80...
I'll wager you didn't hear a word of it from the media. The nation was wrapped up, 24/7, in Michael Jackson coverage.
Shame on them...
This is a story I feel must be shared.
There were no lines for funeral tickets for this REAL American hero...
It's stinking hot on November 14th, 1965... you're 19 years old and lying there, critically wounded at LZ-Xray in the Ia Drang Valley, South Vietnam, Republic of...
Your unit is out number 8 to 1 and the company commander has ordered that the Dust-off's stop coming in... it's just too "hot" in the LZ. Enemy machine guns and mortars, positioned within 100 to 200 yards are tearing the place up.
You lie there, fading in and out... knowing you're not getting out. Your family, half a world away... 12,000 miles and you won't be seeing them again... ever.
Then, over the deafening roar of battle, you hear the faint, but unmistakable sound of a Huey... it's getting louder, the sound is drowning out the machine gun fire. You pry your eyes open, look up and see it... an unarmed UH-1, no Medicvac markings, just a big, beautiful Huey.
Ed Freeman's here for you....
Ed doesn't fly Medivac, it's not his job, but he's here... settling his bird into the LZ, a big fat juicy target. Medivacs have been ordered out, but Ed's here. He drops in, you and two or three other guys are tossed in the back... then whoosh, you're outta there, you're flying to doctors, nurses... people who're gonna keep you alive.
Ed flew back 13 more times... took 30 more guys like you out, to a chance to live.
God rest his Soul, Medal of Honor holder, Ed Freeman recently died in Boise, Idaho at age 80...
I'll wager you didn't hear a word of it from the media. The nation was wrapped up, 24/7, in Michael Jackson coverage.
Shame on them...
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