
LESSONS LEARNED
The Laotian Highway Patrol
Hark--
When Bombing in A Shau
one night that was black,
I lost my poor wingman
while taking some flak.
Now flying 1s pleasure,
but dying is grief.
and a sharp shooting Commie
is worse than a thief.
So come all you flyboys
and listen to me.
Be wary in A Shau
and up in Mu Gia.
Your plane may get shot down
and a pilot may die.
or end up in Hanoi town
Never more to fly.
~
June 1967 was a
very busy combat month for the VMF(AW)-235 Death Angels in Da Nang, RVN. I flew
49 missions in June and that was probably close to average.
I logged four missions on June 8th and four on June 29th.
July would be my last month in the squadron. Short timers like me had made most
combat related mistakes. By transfer time, having cheated death, we had
perfected our roles as professional killers. The FNGs could listen to us or
learn it out in the combat world of hard knocks.
The rules of
engagement were almost identical to the rules governing the use of force by a
cop on a beat in any city in the US. The big difference was—Vietnam was a War
Zone!
The rules for
engaging the enemy required clearance from a Forward Air Controller (FAC) or a
Tactical Air Coordinator Airborne (TACA) before attacking a target or returning
enemy fire. The flight leaders tried to quickly get a TACA designation. Instead
of turning away from a AAA battery, they could then engage gun positions, trucks
and other enemy sightings.
Mel Vos had a
TACA check scheduled with me on a road interdiction flight just north of the
northwest end of A Shau Valley on the border with Laos. We carried 750 LB bombs,
although the ordnance we normally used for road cuts on Ho’s freeway were 2000
LB and 500 LB general purpose bombs.
Mel Vos was a
very capable Crusader pilot. He had an infectious smile and a quick wit that
kept most of the pilots grinning when he was around. Mel brought sunshine into
the ready room on a gloomy day. It was a real pleasure to fly with Mel. I was
chase as dash two
It was
midmorning when Mel took off on Runway 17R. We turned north, flew over Da Nang
Bay and then by Elephant Valley.
When west of Phu
Bai, Mel checked in with Landshark Charlie. We were cleared to the FAC orbiting
at the north end of A Shau Valley. The road segment we were to strike was 270
degrees, 35 miles from Phu Bai Tacan Channel 69. Mel checked in with the FAC.
“Falcon zero nine, Mofak flight is 15 miles west of Ch 69, two crusaders
inbound with four 750 LB bombs and 800 twenty mike mike.”
The FAC
answered, “Roger Mofak. We have a piece of road running north and south along
a ridgeline. We want your bombs on that road. We have been taking small arms
fire from around the target area. We have some gun positions on both sides of
the road. You can make only one run with your ordnance if you want. Call
overhead the target.”
Mel called when the target was in sight. “Mofak flight is overhead the target. We have you in sight.” The Birddog was in a left hand orbit at about two thousand feet above the terrain which ran about four thousand feet above sea level.

“Roger Mofak. I will mark the road
segment with Willy Peter. Set up your pattern to make runs from the south to
north and pull out left or right as you desire. There are friendlies over the
ridges to the east.”
A white smoke
blossomed close to the pockmarked section of road that snaked around and between
craters. A few seconds later, a white smoke puffed up in a valley a couple of
clicks north.
Mel called. “I have your mark on the
road, but I also have a Willy Peter fire in heavy jungle canopy north of your
mark.”
“Roger,”
Falcon nine replied. “That is not our smoke. After you hit the road, we will
put your 20 mike mike on the other smoke.”
Mel called rolling in, “Dash one is in
hot.”
“You’re cleared hot, Lead.” Falcon
zero nine answered.
I kept thinking
about the smoke to the north and the FAC saying he wanted us to hit Charlie’s
smoke. Why should we strike where Charlie wants us to hit? I decided we would
not hit Charlie’s smoke. We made four drops on the road. I called after the
last bomb run. “Dash two off.”
“Roger two.”
Answered the FAC. “Lead, I’ll give your BDA after we hit the smoke over in
the valley.”
Before Mel could
answer, I interjected, “We will take our 20 mike mike home unless you have a
lucrative target.”
“Wait one minute. I’ll fly down and
see if there’s any enemy activity around. If we observe ground fire, I’ll
put you on the target.”
“Skip it,
Falcon zero nine.” I called. “We hit our fragged target. We have a heavy
schedule. Give us our BDA.”
“Roger Mofak flight. Your target coordinates are Yankee Delta 245 084. One hundred percent on target. You had two beautiful road cuts. You are cleared to Landshark Charlie on chartreuse.”

Approaching Phu Bai, we overheard a 232
Red Devil F-8 flight being transferred by Landshark to Falcon zero nine. I
recognized Herb Jellander’s call sign. I called, “Jellybean this is mofak.
Falcon zero nine may try to put you on a target in a valley one click north of
the target road. We turned down the offer because Charlie marked the target for
us. It could be a flak trap. Be careful.”
Herb responded, “Thanks Mofak.”
Mel flew
directly back to Da Nang. He broke sharply overhead runway 17 left.
We de-armed and
parked at the refueling pits. After walking around the F-8s and checking for
holes and leaks, we proceeded to the line shack. Mel said, “Mofak, I was going
to tell the FAC to skip it. It seemed an obvious trick to me.”
“That’s
good, Mel!” I said, “I would have hit it every time some months back. But it
makes no sense. Forgive me for butting in on your lead.”
Two hours later
I met Herb heading for the MAG Eleven Club. He grabbed me by the arm and said,
“Mofak. That FAC popped a smoke in the valley you told me about. He said that
was our target. I told him we would give him one run. We took more flak on one
pass than on any mission I have flown. It was one big trap! Luckily we weren’t
hit! Thanks for the warning!”
“No sweat.”
I said. “Another day in the Laotian Highway Patrol.”
“Come on in the bar.” Herb offered. “I’ll buy you a drink!”.
Mofak
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