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Rustic 32 Rides Again!

 

Las Vegas, NV.-- Nellis Air Force Base hosts an open house every year for the public called Aviation Nation, which culminates each day with the Thunderbirds flying their aerial show.  This event was held November 12th through the 14th and purports to be the world’s largest and best military airshow by showcasing many additional aerial demonstrations and performances in all types of aircraft, not to mention numerous static displays of planes.  Over the past several years, Commodore Aerospace Corporation which owns, sells and flies vintage Cessna O-2A Forward Air Control aircraft from the Vietnam War era, was again invited to Aviation Nation to display their aircraft type.  In addition, they were also asked this year to participate in a daily airshow performance by flying one of their O-2A’s in a reenactment of a Forward Air Controller (FAC) mission entailing the rescuing of a downed F-4 fighter pilot.  As an ex-USAF Rustic FAC pilot from that era, Mr. David DeKoker, a native of Morocco, IN now residing in Largo, FL was invited by Commodore owner Mr. Don Nieser, to fly in the daily simulated aerial rescue performance for the crowd.  During the performance, all the radio transmissions between Rustic 32 and other aircraft were heard over the crowd’s PA system.  Other aircraft participating in this rescue were: an F-4 Phantom; two A-1E Skyraiders; and a UH-1 Huey helicopter.  This was Zeke’s first aerial performance in an airshow and his emotions ranged from nervous to anxious, to emotional, to proud, to “absolutely awesome!”  He says he will always remain very grateful for the honor and opportunity of participating.  Following Aviation Nation, he helped fly the three O-2’s in formation back to Oklahoma City where they are based.

The black bird was used for the performance.

 

Over the Rockies heading home VFR to OKC.



Letter from Rustic Wait-a-Minute (42)

 

Dave,

 

You are always sending out good stuff and I enjoy it.  Sometimes I think back to what we all did and what it took in our day to earn one Air Medal.  As I recall, it was twenty combat missions 120nm or more from “home”, with a 1-50,000 map, at night with an antiquated Starlight Scope or a $15,000 "Coffee Can", where, at times, the only thing lighting the pitch black Cambodian night was the sparkle of small arms or the red/orange tracks of tracers. I'd say we earned every one.  But over the years, I've noticed the Air Medal, typically associated with combat, has lost that luster and significance.  The overuse of this award in peace time has diluted the value and meaning it was supposed to represent.

 

I was cleaning out the garage today and came across a paper I thought you'd be interested in.  It was issued by the Headquarters, IX Troop Carrier Command, on  15 November 1944.  Here's the meat of what it says -

 

"Section II: Awards of the Air Medal

 

........Headquarters, United states Strategic Air Forces in Europe, subject: 'Awards and Decorations', dated 8 Sep 1944, an AIR MEDAL is awarded to the following named officers, organizations and residences as indicated, for the meritorious achievement while participating in aerial flights during the period 17 Sep 1944 to 23 Sep 1944.  As Troop Carrier glider pilots, these officers demonstrated exceptional airmanship and resolution in the execution of missions vital to the vertical envelopment of enemy positions in Holland.  Piloting their gliders over extended routes in difficult weather, and braving hails of flak and small-arms fire, they formed part of the vast glider armada which successfully landed thousands of airborne troops and huge quantities of combat equipment and supplies at designated objectives behind enemy lines. Their outstanding achievements in the greatest operation in military history reflect the highest credit upon the military forces of the United States."

 

A single Air Medal, but what it represented was the heroism and perseverance to preserve the free world.   The operation referred to here is "Market Garden".  The first name on the list, 1Lt. Clyde M. Litton.

 

Before Market Garden, he was at Normandy and, like others, went on to volunteer for the Christmas mission to resupply Bastogne, taking in ammunition and being "snatched" out with wounded onboard. For all of that, his uniform, neatly pressed and stored in a steamer trunk, has simply one lonely ribbon, but what a story it tells.

 

By the way, he is still around. The stories would make a great movie.

 

John Litton - Air Unit Manager/Supervisory Pilot

Lancaster Aviation Unit

Regional Aviation Group

USDA-Forest Service

 

Thanks for the letter John, and thanks for allowing it to be published.

                                                                           – Webmaster Zeke

 

Chunk Gets New Ride

 

This just in!  Rustic 34 “Chunk” Thrower has traded in his Super MD-88 for a brand spankin’ new Phenom Jet from Embraer and is very excited to captain this ship.  I think this was taken on his first trip in it.

 

The photograph has the appropriate decoration for the event and the Season (well, it’s a red cap, isn’t it?)!!  Congratulations, Mike, it looks like a really nice gig you’ve got there.  Enjoy it.


Redeye Makes Landmark Trip

 

November 11-14 of 2011, Bob (Rustic 33) flew from Dulles International outside of Washington, DC to Dallas Love Field for a very special occasion.  He met with his son Robert, who he had not seen for many years and visited with his son’s wife Jamie Lynn, and granddaughter Alexis.  What a great father-son reunion that was for Redeye!! 

Robert, Alexis and Redeye

 

He then got a rental car and drove on to Amarillo, TX to visit with his daughter Tiffany, her husband Chris and grandson Linc, shown in the photo below.

Redeye says, “It was a quick trip, but well worth it.  Nothing like having a great family and super friends.”  I think we all can agree on that.


Current Information

Regarding DD-214's

Please pass on to other vets.  It's official: DD-214 discharge papers are NOW ONLINE.  The National Personnel Records Center (NPRC) has provided the following website for veterans to gain access to 
their DD-214s online: 

http://www.archives.gov/veterans/military-service-records/


Logos for Your Use

and they are FREE!

 

O-2A and new Night Rustic Logos have been submitted to the site for your personal use on any print or digital items of your choice. Click here to view and download them.


“Over” Completes His Largest Book Project

 

Don (Over) Mercer, Rustic 41, has informed us that his latest work, a book on the Night O-2A Rustic mission in Cambodia has been completed and is in the hands of the publisher at this time.  This was quite a large endeavor for Don and has taken years in traveling for the collection of one-on-one video-taped interviews, transcription, research, compilation and writing of this book.  We have all been eagerly waiting for Over to get his “baby” done.  The book is titled Lights Out – Destination Darkness. 


R-30 Requests Rejoin!

 

A previous O-2A driver has recently contacted us and has rejoined the formation!  Some may remember Tom (Jammer) Jamrosy from the later months of the Bien Hoa operation.  Rustic 30 was his call sign and he served in our mission from April thru July of 1971.  You can find his contact information here on the site. 

WELCOME BACK, JAMMER 30!


Ever Wonder how our O-2s got to SEA?

Click here

to read this amusing account as written by Colonel Wood.


Still Looking - Still Looking, Calling Night Rustics!!  We need your Tour photos

 

Photographs taken during your SEA tour are needed for posting in the Photo Gallery on this website.  If you have a scanner, please scan your photos singly or in gang sheets.  Save your prints into a .jpg or .bmp format and send as an email attachment to webmaster.  Send your best stuff, B&W or color.


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Florida Night Rustic Mini Reunion

 

A Night Rustic mini-Reunion luncheon was held August 5th and graciously hosted by Jack (R-38) and Judy Strickland.  Mike and David (R-27, R-29) and their wives were in Orlando to visit the “Mouse House” on separate vacations with family members, so advantage of that was taken to assemble and get requalled on bullshipping.  Two ‘locals’, Dick and Zeke (R-21, R-32) and their wives also drove in to attend.  Judy served a great Summer lunch spread culminating with fresh watermelon slices!  A few adult beverages were enjoyed by all, as well.  It was a good visit for all who attended.  All 5 men have now been recertified: Mission Accomplished!

 

Recertified Night Fighters

L-R: Hull, DeKoker, Davenport, Roberds and Strickland.

 

Night Rustic Ladies

L-R: Lynn, Marcy, Linda, Judy and Sue

 

If any of you ever happen to plan a vacation here in Florida, you will be expected to check in with either 21, 32, or 38 for further orders and another impromptu mini-reunion!

-- The Florida Crew   


Motorcycle Mania?

 

It looks like Bob “Redeye” Harris, Rustic 33, has also caught the fever.  Here he shows off his newly purchased Trike “ride” complete with doggie mascot!  Not sure what that’s all about, you’ll have to ask Redeye.

It’s reported that Redeye was recently in Florida trying it out.  Just be safe out there, Redeye.


 

1/14/2010 2:25:00 PM 

 

Immigrants join America
Letter to the Editor

Frank E. Sovich

Yesterday my hope and undaunted faith in this country was rekindled as I attended a "naturalization ceremony" in Kansas City, Kan. It was truly an inspiration to see folks from Afghanistan, Laos, Vietnam, Turkey, Cambodia, China, Russia, India, Cameroon, the Philippines, United Kingdom, Brazil, Mexico and so many other countries; 85 folks in all, stand tall and be recognized.

For them, it was a birthday, as the judge put it, an awakening of a new day. After years of painstaking immigration trials, a substantial amount of personal fortune paid for both the process and lawyers, they had finally made it to the Promised Land!

As they stood there, their names were read with their country of origin, and the job they currently held; software engineer, real estate agent, translator for the United Nations, university professor, internet engineer, and on and on. And then, boom, it descended upon me like a bolt of lightning. These men and women are legals! There really truly is a process.

A person from Gambia, Iran, Tibet and any other place on the globe can actually get here, legally! The government wasn't lying, it can be done!

I guess that is why the question of illegal immigration is such a tenable subject. That method comes, at a minimum, complete, with the immigrants' demands shouted via a bullhorn, street demonstrations demanding recognition of their countries' flag, and compromises scripted by greedy politicians. Oops, that dark side is trying to sneak out; sorry.

But yesterday, I was truly humbled, and that in itself as those who know me will attest to is a truly remarkable feat. There were so many in that room who certainly could have matched my paltry accomplishments without blinking an eye. I mean, I already knew English, all I had to do was get the degree.

The United States was in full bloom in that courtroom. It was truly a beautiful thing to behold. Our strength really does lie in these people. They ask for nothing, they demand nothing save for getting their shot at success. They had a dream, they fought like heck to make it happen, no one handed them anything, and now they stand shoulder to shoulder with us; the oath of allegiance is complete, the certificate of naturalization is in their hand. Yes, it can be done.

As we were leaving, I felt obligated to find the three soldiers in uniform that also went through the process and shake their hands. I was truly speechless, misty eyed as I held out my hand. Perhaps the glare from the combat medals had something to do with my emotional state. I mean they were proud members of the Big Red One; the army division that landed in Normandy on D-Day, the same division I supported with airstrikes on the Cambodian border in 1970, and now these young men had certainly proven their meddle in Iraq and Afghanistan. But I guess that pride is true of our entire military; young men and women willing to go in harm's way to keep you and me safe.

God love each and every one of them. After that, there was only one last thing to do. I had to locate and hug that guy from Turkey. I mean after all, he was my son-in-law.

 

 

 

 

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