Information on U.S. Army helicopter UH-1H tail number 67-17784
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11/13/2023
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The Army purchased this helicopter 0968
Total flight hours at this point: 00000206
Date: 11/27/1968
Incident number: 68112700.TXT
Unit: 187 AHC
This was a Combat incident. This helicopter was LOSS TO INVENTORY
for Air/land Assault , Hot Area.
While on Landing Zone this helicopter was Landing at UNK feet and UNK knots.
South Vietnam
UTM grid coordinates: XT310419 (To see this location on a map, go to https://legallandconverter.com/p50.html and search on Grid Reference 48PXT310419)
Helicopter took 1 hits from:
Explosive Weapon; Non-Artillery launched or static weapons containing explosive charges.
causing a Blast.
Casualties = 01 DOI, 03 INJ . . Number killed in accident = 0 . . Injured = 0 . . Passengers = 0
The helicopter Crashed. Aircraft Destroyed.
Both mission and flight capability were terminated.
Burned
costing 0
Original source(s) and document(s) from which the incident was created or updated: Defense
Intelligence Agency Helicopter Loss database. Survivability/Vulnerability Information Analysis
Center Helicopter database. Also: OPERA, LNNF, GOLDBOOK, Pienta "I Was There" SOF Jan 95
(Operations Report. Lindenmuth New Format Data Base. )
Summary: Hit by an RPG while landing in a hot LZ
Loss to Inventory
Crew Members:
AC WO R TREZONA
P 1LT TA PIENTZ
CE SP4 BRADY JAMES GREGORY KIA
G PVT HOPPE
War Story:
Everybody that I talked to who participated in the events of November 27, 1968 has their own version. Some are much more amazing than mine. Here's mine:
November 27, 1968. It was the day before Thanksgiving. On that day I flew 15 hours and 45 minutes. It was my first day being checked out as the
fire-team leader for the Rat Pack, our gun platoon for the 187th Assault Helicopter Company based in Tay Ninh, Vietnam.
As fire-team leader flying a C-model gunship, I lead our flight of nine slicks with troops on board into the landing zone. I was approximately a half a mile in front of the flight trailing smoke grenades to mark the flight's touchdown position. After my crew tossed the smokes, I made a hard break to the left to take up my racetrack position with the other two gun ships. We would provide suppressive fire during the flight's landing and debarking that would take place. I can't remember if the landing zone was prepped with artillery before I lead the flight in. Regardless, I was about a quarter mile in front of the flight out on my approach. I received no fire.
I turned the aircraft over to my co-pilot/AC Jimmy Souders to get prepared
for our first rocket run. I had only been in the gun platoon for a few
weeks and my attention was out my right door watching the flight and in
particular the last grouping of aircraft. It was the 1st platoon. I had
been their section leader then platoon leader for the last seven
months. We were all very close and, as a flight, moved like one. Bob
Trezona was the aircraft commander on the trail ship and I was watching him
in particular. He was training a new lieutenant, Tom Pienta, in formation
flight. They were not as close to the formation as I thought they should
have been. They were a little behind and in a vulnerable position.
As the flight was on short final, all hell broke loose. The LZ was hot
with automatic and machine gun fire. Just as my co-pilot was ready to nose
over and start his rocket run, the radios were alive with formation pilots
calling "receiving fire." It was from all directions. Approximately 100
feet off the ground, "trail" was hit with and RPG (rocket propelled
grenade) in the fuel cell. I saw the aircraft one second, and then
instantaneously I saw an orange ball of flame. They were completely
engulfed and falling out of the sky.
We had been looking for COSVIN headquarters for months and it appeared that
we had just landed right in the middle of it. Whether it was or wasn't, at
a minimum, is was a trap set up by a Chu Hoi.
Both pilots and gunner were recovered by my flight school partner, WO1 Ron
Timberlake. The CE Sp4 James Brady, was killed in the
explosion. Timberlake received the Silver Star for his heroism and was
shot down on the emergency rescue and take-off but landed in a field far
enough away from the action for others to complete the recovery
action. Trezona and Pienta's day was over; my day and the rest of the
flight crews had just begun.
For the rest of the day we continued to provide covering fire for
additional troop landings and suppressive fire for the troops already on
the ground. Late in the evening one of our ships was loaded with thirty
parachute flares to provide night illumination. Due to combat injuries,
the unit was short crews and the flare ship co-pilot, Lt August Ritzau just
returned to flight after being treated for shrapnel wound to the hand. As
I was taking off from refueling and rearming, I heard a desperation call
from the flareship. A flare had gone off at the bottom of the stack. At
two million candle power each, it is completely impossible to see or fly if
a flare is ignited inside the aircraft. The pilot WO1 Allen Duneman was
screaming over the radio for help...flight direction, altitude, air speed
or anything that could be of help. There was nothing anyone could do. I
remember someone talking to him, probably our CO Maj Gaffney. The other
flares started going off. I could see the glow, like a shooting star from
fifteen clicks away. They impacted at a 45 degree angle killing all
aboard. The radio silence afterward was almost surreal. Everyone was in
shock. Life as we knew it was sucked out of all of us that day.
By midnight, the beginning of Thanksgiving, I had gone through three
aircraft and two co-pilots. Virtually every ship in the unit was damaged
or flown beyond limits. Six crew members were killed many wounded. Our
company commander lost the effectiveness of his aviation unit. There were
only three aircraft certified flyable for the next day, not to mention crew
availability. Nobody said, but so many had that "thousand mile stare" the
next day that I know many were still in shock.
The infantry unit we inserted was decimated. They sustained 27 KIA and
over 50 wounded. All day we flew cover for our own aircraft providing
insertions and medical extractions as Medevac would not land to a hot LZ.
Maj Gaffney, Ron Timberlake and I with a few others (don't remember who)
took one of the remaining helicopters to fly to Saigon on Thanksgiving to
check on the two burned pilots and gunner. By the time I got there, their
swelling had already started. Each were three times or more their normal
size. Both pilots had 3rd degree burns over 50+% of their bodies. The
swelling was so severe that their throats were beginning to close. The
nurse didn't expect them to live though they both did, each tremendously
scarred both physically and emotionally.
Their unique story, written by Tom Pienta is available on the 187th website