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07/06/26 02:45 PM #17298    

 

David Mitchell

Ahhhh, now that thee wedding is over, you are now free to move about the cabin.


07/07/26 08:38 PM #17299    

 

David Mitchell

I've saved one last story before our reunion - it will take up some space.

 

"DAMAGE FIVE-NINE ALPHA” - My Longest Day in the Cockpit     

 

            After settling in to a regular rotation (every third day)  as a new AMC (Air Mission Commander),  one of my missions we we’re headed East one morning down the Mekong to Dong Tam, a short flight of maybe 20 minutes (where I had seen Bob Hope’s show a year earlier). We thought we had one assignment, but the moment we arrived it was changed to something else. There was an emergency in a different location than where we were first assigned. I was given the call sign and radio frequency of a small squad of guys who were “in deep”, whatever that meant. They were in deep elephant grass and even deeper trouble.

 

            We topped off our fuel tanks and got our instructions as quick as possible. Then I led the first group of Guns and Scouts to an approximate location, switched one of my radios to their frequency and began calling him. “Damage-Five-Nine Alpha, Damage-Five-Nine Alpha, this is Comanche Two. Can you hear me?”

 

( As full time AMC, I am now assigned a new call sign and number - thus "Comanche two")

            

            He responded immediately with a voice of desperation. He was actually crying over the radio.“Comanche, Comanche please help us. Please can you help us?” I was sort of caught off guard by the tone of his voice - it really rattled me. These guys were in a bad spot. I knew we were in the approximate location, but I called for some more detailed information to pinpoint his exact position. He asked me if I could see the two perpendicular straight canals with tree lines and the creek that connected them both to form a rough triangle. “Roger (yes), I’ve got you now buddy. Tell me what’s going on?

 

            “Comanche, I’ve got twelve guys down here and we are caught in an ambush. We are on our faces and cannot move forward or backward.” They had only the cover of the tall elephant grass. “We were headed into that larger north-south tree line, but they let us get really close and then opened up on us. We can’t move. We are in too close. It must be a whole company (200+) and they are in both tree lines - the one in front of us and the one running along our left.”

 

            Then I asked“Damage-Five-Nine Alpha, can’t you crawl back away from the tree line?” “Negative, negative. We are too close. We can’t even get up on our elbows to craw backward.”

He went on to explain that he had a bullet scratch down the front of his shirt that landed between his chest and the ground he laid on. 

 

Yikes!   I got the picture!

tbc


07/07/26 08:52 PM #17300    

 

David Mitchell

 “DAMAGE FIVE-NINE ALPHA” - My Longest Day in the Cockpit

 

cont. (Part 2)

            Meanwhile I had my first teams of Guns circling above me and a team of Scouts down close over the tops of those trees as usual, and they were taking heavy fire from the get-go. We all circled for a while. I tried to figure out what we were going to do. God’s truth - I had no idea what to do in this mess. But I was experienced enough to realize very quickly that this was unlike anything I had ever seen in my prior fifteen months, either as a Scout or an AMC. I wasn’t panicking, but I damn sure was lost in thought for a moment. Within a few minutes I made the decision to order our two Scout ships back to Dong Tam until I called them back out. We had already achieved their part of the mission. We had found enemy troops, and they had already fired on our Loaches. Why risk getting them shot down or even killed because of some sort of protocol.  As it turns out, I never let the scouts return to the scene for the rest of the day.

 

            And it quickly became apparent to us that there were two of those NVA’s .51 caliber machine guns in those tree lines - something I would only experience this one time. So, I ordered my two Cobras to climb from their normal 1,500 feet to 2,500 just for a bit of safety cushion. And I myself climbed from our normal 500 feet to 3,000 feet, because I was just that scared.      

            

            My next thought was to call for our “Slicks” to bring troops out. This was normal procedure. We could land ARVN troops far enough out of danger and let them walk and shoot their way into the tree lines at their own pace. That would be a long and nasty ground attack, but it’s what we did in this type of situation. However, on this day there were no troops available back at Dong Tam. They were already committed elsewhere. Damn, I thought. What do we do now?

 

            We were able to lay down cover fire into the two tree lines and hold the NVA in place. Our “Guns” were still able to make rocket “runs”, from a slightly higher altitude, but that’s about all we could do - frustrating! So, we continued to make repeated runs with our gunships as our last resort. But it was really nothing more than treading water. We went through numerous rotations of each pair of our four Cobras at a time, with them using all their rockets and returning to Dong Tam to be replaced by the other pair of re-armed Cobras. Meanwhile you are watching those orange tracer rounds from their .51 caliber heavy machine guns coming at you, burning out well above you. It’s highly unnerving for a few minutes - but hours of it really wears on you.

 

tbc


07/07/26 09:29 PM #17301    

 

Mark Schweickart

Jumping Jehosaphat, Dave, this event you are recounting is giving me the heebie jeebies. But pay that no mind. Please continue. 


07/07/26 10:42 PM #17302    

 

David Mitchell

 “DAMAGE FIVE-NINE ALPHA” - My Longest Day in the Cockpit

 

cont. (part 3)

 

I had radioed my home headquarters a few times asking if they had any other resources that could join us, but to no avail. But sometime in the afternoon, they called me back to say they had gone through channels and contacted the Air Force, and that we would be getting two F-4 Phantoms (jet fighters) on station “after while”. Not too long after that I get a call on one of my radios from a pair of F-4s out of Tan Son Nhut Air Force Base in Saigon (not that far away from our location). I cannot remember his call sign, so I’ll make one up for the sake of the story.

 

(NOTE: Tan Son Nhut was at the time, one of the busiest airports in the world. It was on the outskirts of Saigon and was both a commercial air terminal for several large international airlines, as well as American Air Force, some American Naval aviation, and some Vietnamese Air Force assets .

 

            Understand, it’s now mid-afternoon. I’m stressed, discouraged, and frustrated. I had already made a return to Dong Tam to refuel two or three times. The last time was so busy on my radios that I could not disconnect my microphone cord for a just moment to get down out of the cockpit and take a leak. I had to wet myself right there in my cockpit seat – humiliating - but I could not hold on any longer in the circumstances. One of the other crew members walked over while we refueled and handed me half a sandwich through my door window to eat in my seat while we refueled. I was so grateful. It eased the churning in my stomach for a while. Then we headed back out to the "AO" (Area of Operations)

 

            Suddenly, I get this radio call, “Comanche-Two, Comanche-Two, this is Cowboy Four-Six. A flight of two F4s out of Tan So Nhut  (Taun suh noot - said very fast). I understand you boys could use some help.” 

 

           I was so excited I wanted to jump out of my seat! 

Cowboy-Four-Six this is Comanche-Two. You got that right buddy!

 

 

TBC

            

g'night Mark


07/08/26 11:40 AM #17303    

 

Michael McLeod

Add that to things you did for god and country, dave - hold your water like a trouper. For a while, anyway.

As for me, I was cutting my lawn just now but my lithium gave out so I'm back inside till it charges back up.

Sounds like I'm  tripping, doesn't it?

Anyway I'm silly to do it under the noonday fl. sun. But it's not much of  a yard compared to the clintonville yards I toiled to mow back in the day. thank goodness for that. Orlando temp clocking in at 100. I'm silly to do it this time of day, ys, but the lawn is  tiny. As is my brain.


07/08/26 06:39 PM #17304    

 

Michael McLeod

Thanks  for the suggestion about taking photos jim.

I once had a very good camera that was passed down to me and I loved capturing beautiful images --  It was a bit like trying to capture people and places in words, which was my job as a journalist -- only I never had words that could capture those people and those places as vividly and faithfully as the lens of that camera did. I was quite naive at the time as to what you could do with a really good camera. 

As I grew older I also loved the partnership I enjoyed with photographers who took pictures that illustrated my stories for the cincinnati enquirer, the orlando sentinel and the la times (as a freelancer) over the years. The photographers often saw things that I missed and would make suggestions that helped me to paint pictures with words. We had a kinship I really enjoyed - both, each in our own way, trying to capture people and places and events and share them with others.

But that's all in the past. And I miss it. So yep I may just go shopping. And of course I'd want a good one but not too terribly expensive. If you have any suggestions I'm all ears. Make that all eyes. 

 


07/08/26 09:38 PM #17305    

 

David Mitchell

Mike,

Speaking as another (once apon a time) camera enthusiast, I suggest you at least look at the newer line of Fujicolor cameras. They turned the market upside down about 15 years ago with a new series of professional cameras under the model names of the "X" series. Beginning with the iconic X100 model (now in it's 6th or 7th iteration)

They now make about 20 different varitions but the two features that have brought on so much popularity are the magnificent color rendition of their lenses, and going back to the design of "old fashioned" analog settings for shutter speed and and aperture settings. 

Expensive but lots of older models available on eBay.

Do some searching and view the various models before taking the plunge.

 


07/08/26 10:16 PM #17306    

 

David Mitchell

 

 

 “DAMAGE FIVE-NINE ALPHA” - My Longest Day in the Cockpit

 

 

(part 4)

 

        “Comanche, can you brief me on your situation and give me something to identify the target? All they told us was that you are just a bit north of My Tho” (“mee toe”).

“Roger (yes) Cowboy. We are a few clicks north of Cai Lay which is northeast of Cai Bay.” 

            

       Do you see the large north south canal and heavy wood line, with a smaller perpendicular east-west canal line intersecting, and then a winding creek connecting them into a sort of triangle?”  (Note: He’s at five or six thousand feet so we need to be absolutely certain). 

 

            “We’ve got about a dozen guys pinned down by what looks like an NVA Company (about 200+ men) - with two .51 caliber guns. They are in too close and can’t even move back.” 

 

            “Roger (yes) Comanche. I have it. Uhh,,, I think We’ll come up from the south and drop along that larger tree line. We’ll each make one pass heading north and then come back and make one pass heading south. We carry four 500-pound Napalm. We’ll each drop two at a time, so tell your boys on the ground to keep their heads down and plug their ears. This isn’t going to be pretty.” 

 

            I could see them from way up at several thousand feet, and I watched them drop in a steep circle. They bottomed out a mile or two south of us and headed straight for us. Our two Cobras and I all flew off a few hundred yards to be clear of their path. The Phantoms got all the way down to about 100 feet of altitude and slowed to maybe 200 miles per hour (my guess). They swept along the tree line so fast it was just a blur, and each dropped a pair of 500-pound napalm bombs. “Jeeesus!” I yelled in my seat. I had never seen anything like this - a huge flash of bright orange explosion followed by enormous black smoke cloud. Then they circled in the distance and came back to the south. The second set of flashes was equally frightening! 

            

            Meanwhile on the ground, Damage Five-Nine Alpha let out a scream over his radio. I had warned him, but it still doesn’t prepare you for this huge explosion - the noise, the flash, nor the shock wave. This must have taken quite a toll on those NVA troops in the main wood line, but not in that east-west tree line that they did not hit. The situation was better but only just so much. 

 

I thanked him and he wished me good luck as he flew away.

 

These 2 slides are not mine, but they are similar to what I was seeing, except that we were much closer to the scene - this is a mile away. We were actually nearly on top of these guys. The (tiny) Phantom Jet is in the right middle - in the smoke.

 

            

And the explosion had more orange flash.

I thanked him and he wished me good luck as he flew away.


07/08/26 10:28 PM #17307    

 

David Mitchell

 

 “DAMAGE FIVE-NINE ALPHA” - My Longest Day in the Cockpit

 

cont. (part 5)

 

Later in the afternoon I received a call from another unit - a voice with a Vietnamese accent I will call Viper Two-Six. He was headed our way and asking for directions. He was also out of Saigon and flying a pair of old WW2 Sky raiders (I think) - two older single engine Vietnamese Air Force fighters carrying just two 200 or 300-pound napalm bombs each. We basically went through the same drill, getting him located on the target and they dropped their smaller payload. It helped but we were still dealing with a serious mess.

 

            On about  my fourth refueling trip I had to relieve myself in my cockpit seat - again

I was humiliated but decided this time to tell the guys on board (my co-pilot and our two door gunners). Don’t ask me why - It felt like I needed to make a confession. I had wet myself in church in third grade while waiting for Father Foley to give my class our “Brown Scapular”, 

and still felt the same embarrassment.

 

tbc


07/09/26 03:30 AM #17308    

 

Michael McLeod

Buckeyes Back To Back!

That's my suggestion for a sweatshirt with that slogan on it come fall.

If they do, I'm buyin'

Speaking of buying, thanks for the camera suggestions, dave.

And yes, Mary Clare was a rock solid friend to many of us, at IC and beyond.

 

 


07/09/26 10:21 AM #17309    

 

Mary Margaret Clark (Schultheis)

As our 60th BWHS Reunion draws near, it seems especially fitting to pause today and remember Clare on the first anniversary of her passing.

For so many years, Clare was the heart behind our Class of '66 reunions and gatherings....always the enthusiastic organizer, the faithful cheerleader, and the one who brought us together. While we will celebrate cherished memories and lifelong friendships at this reunion, her absence will be deeply felt.

May we remember her with gratitude, smiles, and the same joy she brought to all of us.

This photo was taken at our 15 year reunion.


07/09/26 12:39 PM #17310    

 

Mark Schweickart

Excuse my bad memory, or simple ignorance, but who are the others in this photo? 


07/09/26 01:35 PM #17311    

 

David Mitchell

M/M

Great photo and a nice tribute.

 

It'll be hard to share the occaision without her.

 

(that IS Christina on the left isn't it?)


07/09/26 02:25 PM #17312    

 

Mary Margaret Clark (Schultheis)

In the photo from left to right are: Christine Woodward, Beth Broadhurst, Clare and myself. All IC alumni.


07/09/26 03:28 PM #17313    

Joseph Gentilini

Thanks for the pictures, Mary Margaret. Brings back memories for sure.  Sorry I can't be at this reunion.  Joe


07/09/26 03:48 PM #17314    

Joseph Gentilini

Dear classmates, I wanted people to know that Jeff Eisenman died this past Tuesday, July 7th. The following information is in an obituary through egan-ryan funeral home and I am putting it below.  I was a close friend of Jeff's and we stayed in touch with each other (and his wife) for many years. While I knew he was not well, I didn't think he was dying.  Keep him and famly in your prayers and thoughts. I will on vacation in Florida for his wake and funeral - darn it!.

Joe

Official Obituary of

Jeffrey P. Eisenman

August 20, 1948 ~ July 7, 2026 (age 77)

Jeffrey Eisenman Obituary

Jeffrey “Jeff” P. Eisenman, age 77, passed away on July 7, 2026, leaving behind a life that was rich in love, laughter, hard work, and a healthy appreciation for a good story well told.

He was born on August 20, 1948, in Columbus, Ohio, to the late Mark and Evelyn Eisenman, and from the start he had the kind of steady Midwestern spirit that could make a room feel calmer just by walking into it. He grew up with a sharp mind, a warm heart, and enough curiosity to keep history books, classic films, and anyone within earshot thoroughly occupied.

Jeff was a graduate of Bishop Watterson High School, Class of 1966, and he carried that foundation forward with pride. He went on to earn his Bachelor’s Degree in Marketing and his Master’s Degree in Accounting from The Ohio State University, which is a pretty impressive academic combination unless your dream is to confuse people at parties, in which case it was perfect. He took his education seriously, but he never took himself too seriously, and that made him the kind of man people trusted, enjoyed, and remembered.

He was a practicing CPA at Battelle for 16 years, where his talents and diligence served him well, and then he became a small business owner of rental properties beginning in 2000. Jeff understood responsibility, numbers, and the value of steady work, and he approached his career with the same dependable humor and practical wisdom that he brought to every part of his life. He had the rare ability to make even the most ordinary details feel manageable, which is a gift not everyone has, especially when the details involve accounting.

Outside of work, Jeff had passions that gave real color to his days. He loved history, particularly the Civil War and Abraham Lincoln, and he could discuss both with the kind of enthusiasm that made you feel like you had accidentally enrolled in a very entertaining seminar. He also loved movies, especially Hallmark movies, which suggests a man who appreciated comfort, predictability, and the occasional plot twist that could be solved before the second commercial break. He found joy in the simple pleasures, and he knew how to enjoy them fully.

Jeff was a devoted husband, father, grandfather, and friend, and he will be missed by all who knew him. He is survived by his wife of 26 years, Virginia “Ginny” Fahys; his daughters, Erica (Sam Gilbert) Eisenman and Megan (Michael) Bowman; and his beloved grandchildren, Clementine and Harriet Gilbert and Agnes and Theodora Bowman. His family was the center of his world, and he loved them with the kind of steady devotion that does not need to announce itself because everyone already knows. He was the sort of man who showed up, stayed present, and made life better simply by being in it.

He is preceded in death by his parents; his sisters, Judy Eisenman and Joanne Findley; and his brother, Jerry (Patricia) Eisenman. Though he has joined those who went before him, the warmth of his life remains in the stories shared, the lessons passed down, and the many moments of laughter he gave to those around him. In a world that can sometimes feel too serious, Jeff had a way of reminding people that dignity and humor can live in the same house and get along beautifully.

Friends may call Friday, July 24, 2026, at Egan-Ryan Funeral Home from 5:00 to 7:00 p.m., where a Funeral Service will be held on Saturday, July 25, 2026, at 10:00 a.m. Burial will follow at St. Joseph Cemetery. His life was one of faith, family, intellect, and quiet strength, and those who loved him will carry forward his memory with gratitude, affection, and more than a little admiration for a man who lived so fully and so well.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to UNHCR (The United Nations Refugee Agency) 

To send flowers to the family or plant a tree in memory of Jeffrey P. Eisenman, please visit our floral store.

 


07/09/26 03:56 PM #17315    

Joseph Gentilini

Foks, I tried to paste an obituary on this Watterson chain, but it looks like it didn't come through.  Jeff Eisenman died this past tuesday, July 7th and his obituary  is on the Egan-Ryan Funeral Home website. His wake is on Friday, July 24 and funeral the next morning. Unfortunately, I will be out of town for both days. I kept in touch with him throughout his life and knew him as a closre friend.  Joe

 


07/09/26 04:54 PM #17316    

 

Bill Reid

 As Joe Gentilini just shared, I'm so sad to bring news of the death of our classmate Jeff Eisenman. Jeff died of Parkinson's Disease on Tuesday July 7. He's been sick for the past few years but seemed to be dealing with the disease, but obviously it ended up getting the better of him.

Jeff was one of my best friends. We first met in the 1st grade at St. Agatha and we went through grade school and high school together as best friends. When he went to Notre Dame and I went to Purdue, we had a most friendly rivalry between us, especially during football season. He was the best man in my wedding, and I in his. We stayed in contact often through these years. I will miss him greatly.

Here's a link to Jeff's obituary: https://www.egan-ryan.com/obituary/Jeffrey-Eisenman His funeral will be on the morning of our reunion, July 25. Let us pray for Jeff's wife Ginny, and for Jeff, that he may now enjoy God's eternal and restful peace.


07/09/26 06:28 PM #17317    

 

Michael McLeod

thanks, and a hand salute for posting that pvt ryan clip dave.

too many angels.


07/10/26 01:24 PM #17318    

 

Sheila McCarthy (Gardner)

Bill and Joe: Thank you for your remembrances of your friendship with Jeff ... how fortunate we were to have his quiet and brilliant presence for so many years as classmates at St. Agatha and Watterson. And to Mary Margaret, thank you for the picture of Chris, Clare, Beth and you. These opportunities for us to be together are precious.


07/10/26 03:37 PM #17319    

 

David Mitchell

tried to post this last night but severe weather had me off line

 

 

“DAMAGE FIVE-NINE ALPHA” - My Longest Day in the Cockpit


(part 6)

 

By now it was coming on evening. The light was fading, and we were still here in this mess. But now we got word that ARVN troops had been released to us back at Dong Tam. I was quick to call our “Slicks” and get these troops out into the struggle. As my “slicks” made their final approach, I made sure they came in from the West and did not go past a certain point across the creek near the area of those NVA troops. And I yelled at them over the radio to exit by turning completely around at a hover and leaving 180 degrees from the way they came in. I couldn’t allow them to overfly the wood line. That would have been a disaster!

 

            But as they arrived on short final, at the usual slow speeds and few feet of altitude for the drop, those remaining NVA troops in both tree lines opened fire with everything they had, and the tracer rounds (more visible now in the evening light) were more automatic weapons fire than I had ever seen at one time - a lot more. I had a sudden panic thought -“Oh my God, now I’m gonna get everybody killed!” By some miracle, they dropped their troops and got back out with only a few hits in one or two of the Hueys.   I could breathe again.

            

            By this time, it was almost fully dark, but we had one more card to play. Just before we were to pull off station and go home for the night (we did not fly any night missions - usually), I got a call from a “Spooky” gunship. A “Spooky” is an older fixed-wing aircraft from WW2 that was converted to a special use. They converted these older AC-47s (like a DC-3) and mounted three mini-guns inside with small doors to fire out of one side, so when the aircraft banked and dipped its wing, the guns were trained toward targets on the ground - an incredible amount of rapid-fire power with a huge capacity of ammunition. They were sometimes called “Puff” as in “Puff the Magic Dragon”, but more commonly referred to as just “Spooky”. 

 

            So, this Spooky calls me and explains who he is and that he’s been called out to “work” this target. We get him located over the target, and he goes to work. I had seen this once in an old John Wayne movie ("The Green Berets” - I think). So, I was familiar with his firepower. But when he dipped his wing and opened fire, I was still shocked. It’s simply amazing to watch those three solid lines of orange tracer rounds spitting out of the side of the aircraft like hoses. 

 

tbc


07/10/26 09:44 PM #17320    

 

David Mitchell

“DAMAGE FIVE-NINE ALPHA” - My Longest Day in the Cockpit         

   cont.

 

(part 7)  

 

          Now comes the hardest part of the day for me. I have to call Damage Five Nine Alpha - my new friend on the ground - and tell him I am going “off-station” (leaving him). There is nothing more I can do at night. He gave me a reluctant “Thank you,,,, Thank you, Comanche” and I called back to my other ships at Dong Tam to release them for the flight back home to Vinh Long - a short twenty-minute flight, but a world apart from where we had spent this day. 

 

            It was customary when we ended each day’s mission and headed home, to have some light-hearted conversation over the air between the guys in our group of ships - maybe even a joke or two. But not this night. There was dead silence over our radios. I was feeling frustrated - and really down. It had been 12.5 cockpit hours, and I felt like we hadn’t done enough. I was wondering if those guys would ever live to see the sunrise. I began to pray to myself that God would somehow get them through this night, and they would see the next morning. And after 12.5 very tense hours in the cockpit (compared to my usual six or eight) I was completely spent ! 

 

            But as always, the next day would be another mission, and another day to try our best and forget the day before.

 

TBC


07/11/26 01:15 PM #17321    

 

Michael McLeod

Dave: i'm with mark right there in edge of my seat territory. gotta love the casual touch of that dispatcher guy offering backup, yawn,  "after a while" 

AFTER A WHILE????? DUDE!!! 

I know i've told you before that you've got a book in you but can't remember just how much you have gotten down on paper over the years. hand salute from this spec 5 paper-pusher for your service, bro.


07/11/26 04:35 PM #17322    

 

Michael McLeod

usta think I was a pretty good writer. then i read annie prouix.


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