Debriefing transcripts- U.S.S. Bonhomme Richard, Yankee Station Dec 6th, 1965. Interviewed officer: Lt(jg) Michael Evans
"Mr Evans, in your own words, could you please tell panel of the events of your recent flight over North vietnam?"
" sure thing. Be glad to get this intel out, don't want no more of our boys getting jumped by that AAA over Kep."
"Please refrain from speculations, Mr Evans."
" Yes, sir. Ok, time was 0920. Per briefing, Heartbreak flight, that's CAG's flight, and Milk Run, Jimmy Peters and me, launched off ol Bonny Dick here and zoomed out for angels 15 for rendevous with the strike package over Red Crown.
The mud maulers were briefed into Kep Airfield and Vu Chua Barracks. Appears someone back home finally got wise and decided to do something about all these here mig reports we keep filing for no reason, cause no one is looking at em anyways."
" Lt, if you please, refrain from interpretations as instructed."
" yes sir, well , anyways Jimmy and I were out for Angels 15, passing high over the flock and the radio springs up from Red Crown with 'bogey dope'. We switch to tactical and CAG calls out for the dope. There's some low level activity over Kep, broken into ground clutter, and then the radio goes all haywire. Damn NVA have finally figured out how to jam tac freqs I guess. Anyways, CAG calls out for us to take lead in TARCAP and run mig interference over the Vu Chua area, while they do the same for Kep Airfield. We kick in the smokers and drop down as we acknowledge on the alternate freq. only a minute or so and we're reporting feet dry over the coast south of Haiphong.
A few lazy tracers coming up as we Nap of earth it into the valley, nothin' to write home about. Eight Ball, in our dash 2 calls out a bogey coming up from Phuc Yen. His radar locks on at around 40 miles for 7:00 so we sweep south and call CAG to let him know we are inbound on bogeys.
The Commander says he'll divert over Vu Chua, and for us to prosecute pronto and get back over Kep before the flock gets there. one rodger doger, and we're speed of heat out for Phuc Yen airspace.
Damn radars, dontcha know, I think them NVAs are getting good at spoofin us cause just as we lock up a fox 2 to engage the screen bliks a few time,s we get a bunch of bars and Eight Ball begins smackin' the scope like its a 38 packard convertible stuck in low gear. He's goin' on and on and on about rat basterd spokes and lines. We get a call from Red Crown
" Bandits! Positive ID on bandits, Milk Run, your 5:00 for 15 miles!"
" Christ! that was right behind us, must've lifted off from Kep no one the wiser in our afterwash!. Jimmy screams . "Break, NOW!",
and we watch 2 17s whiz by in overdrive down the right, cannons blazing. "No hits here"
Jimmy sings out "a few thumps as they went on past, but no christmas tree lights yet, so all looks ok" from his seat.
" Let's get some on these hotshots! " I order up max AB and we are off to the races in a hard climbing vertical scissors with these yahoos from Kep. Just as we get good lead on them, Jimmy screams out
" We're hit! We're Hit, mayday, mayday, Milk Run 104 hit and ejecting near Kep!" "Mayday, Mayday!"
Then we see too many mean gray puffs of flak all around the entire sky as this AAA site on the ridgeline opens up at every plane out there, mig or fate or four. We take several thumps, but nothing critical yet, so I lock in the growling head on that 'winder under the wing and let 'er go, right up that mig's tailpipe, smooth as a virgin, "scratch one fresco!"
CAG calls out "any sign on 'chutes?", but nothing but a burning ball of green down on the karst where Jimmy was last. Damn shame, that AAA being all lined up at the south end of Kep's runways like that. We call out to the flock to abort their run in on Kep from North - South as briefed, they'd all get nabbed on the upswing if they tried, and CAG aborted the Kep strike, all mud maulers into Vu Chua , instead. We take up lead MigCAP over the coast, and count out the flocks as they bingo to Red Crown and the Bonny Dick. Heartbreak flight joins up, loks us over and CAG says "ya got more holes in that vert stab than swiss cheese." so they follow us in and after the flock is down we call clear deck, emergency and lock in blow the gears to prevent bounceback after all those hits back by the hydro packs, and take the green deck pancake style into the barricade. Turns out our hydro was hit pretty good, no brakes on landing, had to e- brake and smoke the tires in. Shutdown and crash crew pulls us out and squirts ole' 107 down stem to stern ,for kicks and giggles, I guess, wasn't no sigb of fire as near as I could tell.
CAG made it in a few minutes after they cleared 107 to the bow and hosed the deck. The Mini- boss came down to the ready room to let us know that sat recon shows Vu Chua is G.O.N.E., erased clean off the map, and Red Crown will confirm the Mig kill for us. "Shame we couldn;t get those hangars at Kep" he says, "bet they're chock full of those new migs". Cag says " lay one on for tomorrow, max effort." He wants those damn Migs as bad as the rest of us, long before they find an A-4 or a Thud to play with.
"well, that's it I guess. If ya'll gots a map I'll pen in that AAA concentration for ya' otherwise, can we skedaddle? There'll be a wake for Jimmy tonite, for sure, and we'd like to be there."
" Yes Lieutenant, we are finished here. Thank you for your efforts today, and congratulations, that's the first confirmed down -17 Fresco of the war, son."
" well, we'd have felt better if Jimmy was here to see it."
( end transcripts of mission debrief).
Another Downtown run tonite from GMT's game of the same name. Mission D2 Beginnings, and the failure to bomb Kep along with a down Fate meant a net loss from the VPs, even with the Mig kill. Tough days over Rout Pack 6 tonite.
KRL, Jon H