In 1968 I was stationed at Kadena AFB, Japan. I was training to be a crew member of an RC135 that would fly over the Gulf of Tonkin. I went to the local medical office for my flight physical. They asked me to take my shoes and socks off, so they could take a “footprint” of my feet. I asked them why. It was a question I wished had never been asked or answered. They said that because in the event of a crash, sometimes the only way to identify the remains was to use footprints. Ouch.
I went through a total of 7 SERES (Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape) schools. One of them involved a course called. “Resistance to Interrogation.” This was highly classified for about 25 years. Then, without warning, I got a certificate of graduation in the mail form the USAF. The only thing one needed to know about this training was that we were “waterboarded” as part of our training. Waterboarding is when they strap someone down on a board, place a cloth over their nose and mouth, and then pour water on that cloth. Only during my case wasn’t water, it was stale coffee. This may explain why I still can’t stand coffee.
Some of the people in my class did not survive this training and they were quickly assigned to alternative duty.
I attended Level C training, because I was a graduate of the Defense Language Institute in Vietnamese and had a very high-level security clearance. This all came back to me when watching the news about the F15 pilot who was shot down over Iran. It was with extraordinary joy and relief that we learned that he was rescued this morning and evacuated safely along will all the rescue party.
This is one of the best things about USAF. They truly mean it when they say no man left behind. Without going into detail, when a pilot was shot down in Vietnam, the airborne voice intercept operators, like me, would frequently be monitoring the NVA radio traffic in connection with this event. Most of the time, the results were great, but there were times when the pilot was killed or captured. Imagine listening to the enemy radio and hearing them gloat that they had captured one of our pilots alive. On the one hand, at least his family would know he had survived. On the other hand, once it was obvious that the pilot had been captured, it was impossible to continue further attempts at rescue.
This was a difficult blog for me to write. It is something that haunts me to this day. At this point, I am praising GOD that we got him back. Just imagine what Iran would have done if they held one of our pilots hostage. Negotiating in good faith is not on the list.
It infuriates me that Democrats continue to trash Donald Trump and, in some cases, even root for the enemy. An enemy that has been chanting “Death to America” for over 47 years. An enemy that would not hesitate to kill us and sadly, wouldn’t have hesitated to attack us with a nuclear weapon if that were remotely possible.
Once the decision was made to attack Iran, the country, including the MSM should have united behind our President. It is a sad commentary on the Democrat Party that they find this to be a bridge too far. There are some things more important than political parties and winning elections. Even more important than hating Donald Trump. Those who cannot understand this are unworthy of being elected to political office.
In the meantime, let us all celebrate the safe return of that courageous F15 pilot. When I flew on combat missions there was always a choice between carrying an extra Smith & Wesson Combat Masterpiece 38 caliber pistol or carrying an extra radio. I always chose the extra radio, because if shot down my plan was to scream for help as loud as possible. Those of us who have had extensive SERE training fully understand what was at stake. We were all at risk of finding ourselves wearing the same shoes.
What a wonderful Easter surprise.
TDM