Trees, SAMS, and 121
Wings of Gold! Bars of Brass!
Take my crotch-keys, shove em' up your ass!
Bye, bye, Vietnam!
Ed (Mofak) Cathcart
USMC, Ret.
Young, silver bar, Dick Moller was a fearless fighter pilot.
He was quick to volunteer for dangerous missions during his Death Angel tour in
Vietnam. Dick was on my wing on some hair-raising flights. Dick would put
his ordnance on target with deadly accuracy which impressed me because I hated
returning to a target. Dick agreed that a 12 o'clock hit was a miss and he
easily adapted to my steep
dive and high speed patterns.
The first combat sortie I flew with
Dick was in support of grunts northeast of Khe
Sanh. The FAC reported an NVA
unit in an area of thick jungle about 200 by 300 meters. The NVA were
cornered
by the Grunts who didn't relish a hand to hand, tree to tree engagement. We
carried the much requested load of two 2,000 LB bombs with 3 ft. daisy-cutter
fuzes along with 8 zuni rockets and 440 rounds of 20 MM per Crusader. The
Marines were hunkered down about 200 meters away which demanded our utmost
accuracy. "We'll split this target into four equal sections." I
briefed Dick. "I have the left two segments and you take the right
two." We rolled in from 10,000 ft in a 60 degree dive. Pickle was at
6,500 feet and we were out of the run by 2000 feet. The daisy-cutter fuze
detonated the bomb three feet above the ground and destroyed the trees in the
first segment. Dash Two leveled all trees to the right of my drop. Our next two
runs completely cleared the rest of the 200 foot high jungle area. Dick matched
me bomb for bomb! Each run brought shouts of glee from the FAC. The entire
target area was reduced to toothpicks and axe handles. The accolades from the
grunts and the FAC were nice, but the mission was just a routine, one pointer,
ordnance delivery.
The most exciting mission I had with Dick was a Scramble
against a Sam site just North of the DMZ. Dick and I had the suppression Hot
Pad. Each F-8E had 16 Zuni rockets loaded in one 4-shot pod on each wing and
four 2-shot launchers on the fuselage rails along with 440 rounds of 20mm. The
afternoon
dragged until sunset. Then the bell sounded! We were given a mission
number, the target description, target location, and the controlling agency.
Upon hearing the word SAM, I thought. "Hit a SAM site with rockets and
bullets in the dark! DFC!" We raced to the birds we had
pre-flighted upon assuming the Hot Pad. Caulkins and Russeth had us started and
taxiing within moments. Five minutes after the launch order we were airborne to
the South. We radioed while in a climbing right turn. "Condole, Wagecut
twelve, two Crusaders, mission number twelve, airborne DaNang zero eight."
Dick was joined up within 90 degrees even though he hated those tight turns over
the PX.
We flew North at maximum speed to conserve daylight. We
needed visibility at the DMZ. A SAM target had not been expected so we
briefed how to handle a SAM launch. "Dash two, if the ALQ emits a high PRF
after passing Phu Bai, we will split-S to the deck." The ALQ was growling
softly, sort of like a cat being stroked. "If you spot flame or smoke from
a rocket launch, call 'SAM' and we'll go for the deck."
Approaching Phu Bai, we contacted the FAC. He responded in a
high-pitched voice, "I watched a SAM launch from the DMZ! The
location is 360 degrees about six miles from my position. The Sam
came from the northeast side of the wide bend in the Ben Hai River, northwest of
Con Thien. I will control your strike from my present position." We
arrived overhead the FAC. He provided a heading to
the SAM site by pulling the Birddog's nose up and launching a WP rocket in the
direction we were to fly. We flew North until we spotted the large bend in the
river. 200 meters to the Northeast we saw two
cleared areas built up like SAM launching positions.
"Dash two," I said, "We'll run a left
hand pattern at 10000 ft. with a 70 degree dive from west to east. Use upper
guns during the run. Ripple the wing rockets first, one pod each run."
After completing
a 180 degree turn we were west of the target heading south. I called, "One
in hot." I rolled the crusader over hard 90 degrees to the left until
inverted and pulled the nose down through the target. I then
rolled the F-8 back upright and began tracking the Sam site. Tracer fire
commenced floating upwards towards me. Abruptly, the rounds would accelerate and
zip past the aircraft in fiery streaks. I triggered
the guns and called, "Dash Two, I'm taking fire! Use your guns from the
start of your run! Pull out left! Wagon Wheel! Roll in further
around the circle on each run." At 6500 feet I pickled the left wing
rocket pod. The four Zunis flamed bright white as they "Whooshed"
toward the SAM site. I pulled off target and made a climbing left turn. Two
called, "In hot!" I watched dash two take fire on his dive.
His Zunis impacted the center of the target. I said, "Perfect hit, two! One
in hot!" I was in again as two pulled off. I booted the rudders and
porpoised the aircraft while hosing down the target area. I fired
the right wing pod of zunis and called off . Tracers were passing Dash two
in his pattern to the roll in point. Darkness had set in, but the residual fires
from our hits gave us a mark. We continued making passes, firing the fuselage
Zunis two at a time. The bright "Whoosh!" of the fired rockets caused
a momentary blindness. When the upper guns were empty, we switched to
"Lower" and continued to strafe. Heavy tracer fire came from locations
all around the target. It was like a flak trap. Steady flames began rising from
the target. We expended the last zunis and called pulling off south. We
sped past the Covey FAC who was still anchored six clicks away. He said, "I
gave you one hundred percent target coverage but can't pass on more BDA until
after daylight." "Roger." I responded, "That's a 121!"
In Condole code, number 121 meant, "You must have me confused with someone
who gives a shit.
Dick and I were fortunate. The AAA was the heaviest I
had experienced. Maybe our high speeds and steep dive angles had confounded the
gunners. I was grateful for having Dick as my wingman on the SAM scramble. Some
pilots might have found a downing gripe and I would have been alone.
Dick left the Corps after returning to CONUS. He is now
retired from a successful airline career. Thank you Dick Moller for being a
brave, dedicated and exceptional pilot in Vietnam.
Mofak
"Back to back, we face the past"