Growing up in a small town, you get to know many of the people who live there.\u00a0 You get to know some more closely than others.<\/p>\n
So when one of the folks you grew up with passes, you feel it.\u00a0 And when it turns out they were a vet – and you’re a vet yourself – you feel it a bit more.\u00a0 That’s especially true when that small town is near a major military installation.<\/p>\n
And it really hits home when they were also your best friend\u2019s dad.<\/p>\n
. . . <\/strong><\/p>\n I got the word earlier today that my best friend lost his dad.\u00a0 He\u2019d been in declining health for a number of years.<\/p>\n I saw him over the holidays.\u00a0 He wasn\u2019t doing too well then, and I wondered if I’d see him again.<\/p>\n Still, the end was sudden.\u00a0 And it was from a completely unexpected cause.<\/p>\n His given name was Dale.\u00a0 I’ll use that name here, though he didn’t normally use it himself.<\/p>\n . . .<\/strong><\/p>\n As I recall, I first met Dale well after I first met his son.\u00a0 At the time his son and I met, he was on his final tour of duty with the US Army.<\/p>\n I later got to know him better. And damn if I don\u2019t wish today I\u2019d had been able to spend more time with him.\u00a0 He was a fine man to know.<\/p>\n Dale was from a smallish town in Oklahoma.\u00a0 He was a short man, and gregarious as hell.\u00a0 His wife was much the same, except that she was from Texas vice Oklahoma.<\/p>\n Yeah, the week of the Texas-Oklahoma football game was kinda interesting in their house.\u00a0 (smile)<\/p>\n . . .<\/strong><\/p>\n Dale served a full career in the Army.\u00a0 He enlisted in the late 1940s (1949, I think), in the USMC.\u00a0 He could remember being paid $75 a month<\/em> as a new private – and catching grief from the drill sergeants for being grossly overpaid, since a year or two prior the monthly pay for a recruit was $50 per month.<\/p>\n He did his USMC tour, then – having seen the error of his ways (smile) – he got out.\u00a0 He tried college, but decided that wasn’t for him. So he returned to life in uniform.\u00a0 This time, he enlisted in the Army.<\/p>\n He served in the Orient.\u00a0 I’m pretty sure he did a tour in Korea (though I can’t say for sure if that was during the Korean War or afterwards), and in Japan as well.\u00a0 He was in a remote detachment in Japan on advisory duty when my best friend was in diapers.<\/p>\n His family accompanied him on that remote tour.\u00a0 Yeah, he had a few interesting stories about that.\u00a0 One such story involved the first attempt at disposable diapers – which didn’t work out very well.\u00a0 Let’s just say they were about as durable as a wet paper towel, and lasted about as long.\u00a0 (smile)<\/p>\n . . .<\/strong><\/p>\n Dale made Sergeant, then Staff Sergeant.\u00a0 But not long after that tour in Japan, he applied for flight school.\u00a0 He was accepted; he passed flight school and received his Warrant and his wings.\u00a0 He later became an instructor pilot.<\/p>\n During his career, Dale did at least one tour at Fort Benning – and at least one in Germany.\u00a0 And he did at least one tour in Vietnam.\u00a0 As a kid, I didn\u2019t ask Dale all that much about his service, and he didn\u2019t volunteer much.\u00a0 I seem to remember that he mentioned a second, earlier tour in Vietnam before his tour in Germany.\u00a0 But I could be wrong.<\/p>\n Dale\u2019s final tour of duty in the Army was in Vietnam \u2013 as a CW3.\u00a0 He returned from Vietnam, and retired from the Army.<\/p>\n On return from Vietnam, he found out that he\u2019d been selected for CW4.\u00a0 But he\u2019d put in his retirement request before going to Vietnam, and it had been approved.\u00a0 So he\u2019d have to request that his retirement be rescinded to accept the new rank and serve a while longer to retire at that grade.\u00a0 After what was I\u2019m sure some serious soul-searching, he decided to retire as planned.<\/p>\n Dale didn’t generally talk much about his time in uniform.\u00a0 But you could occasionally get him to talk about his career.\u00a0 And when he did, he could certainly keep your attention; he was a damn good storyteller.\u00a0 He was willing to talk about the good days in Vietnam.\u00a0 (Even as a kid, I had the good sense to not ask about the bad ones.)<\/p>\n He had a few decent stories about his time in Vietnam.<\/p>\n Besides being gregarious, Dale was a bit of a . . . well, let\u2019s just say he didn\u2019t always let regulations get in the way.\u00a0 One story he related about his time in Vietnam involved the acquisition of a substantial quantity of plywood through “other than routine supply channels” \u2013 using an aircraft and a sling-load assembly \u2013 so that his unit could build their flight surgeons a building suitable for performing minor surgeries.\u00a0 (According to Dale, both circumcisions and hemorrhoid removal were apparently somewhat commonly done in Vietnam; I think he said tonsillectomies were also common.)<\/p>\n A second, related story he told was an account of what happened one day afterwards when their base received an attack during one guy\u2019s minor surgery.\u00a0 Let\u2019s just say the story includes the image of a naked guy wearing a steel pot and boots with a rifle – and a numb ass – manning a foxhole while cursing a blue streak and hoping like hell that the attack ends before the Novocain wears off.\u00a0 (Apparently it did.)<\/p>\n . . .<\/strong><\/p>\n But after he retired, Dale wasn\u2019t done serving quite yet.<\/p>\n He decided to stay in place, leading to my becoming best friends with his son.\u00a0 Dale found employment as a contractor:\u00a0 a rotary-wing instructor for the US Army Aviation Center.\u00a0 And for another roughly 20 years, he worked for a variety of contractors supporting the Aviation Center as an instructor training new Army aviators.<\/p>\n If you know anyone who went through Army rotary-wing flight school between the early 1970s and the very early 1990s, there\u2019s a fair chance they had him as an instructor.\u00a0 He was quite good at what he did.<\/p>\n He had a couple of stories about that, too.\u00a0 One of them involved an unplanned autorotation (e.g., landing a helicopter after loss of power to the rotors) – while practicing autorotations no less – and while flying as instructor with an allied officer.\u00a0 Dale told the guy it was the “real McCoy”, and took control of the landing.\u00a0 The allied officer asked him after they had landed safely and were waiting for ground assistance to arrive, \u201cWhat does this \u2018real McCoy\u2019 mean\u201d?\u00a0 (The man was apparently unaware that the landing was a bona fide<\/em> in-flight emergency.)<\/p>\n Unfortunately, Dale’s wife became seriously ill; her illness was terminal.\u00a0 So he retired permanently from his second career in the early 1990s, and cared for her for the last few months of her life.<\/p>\n . . .<\/strong><\/p>\n He and his son stayed close their whole lives.\u00a0 They didn\u2019t seem to ever do much of the usual father\/son \u201chead butting\u201d.<\/p>\n For somewhat over another two decades after his wife passed, he lived quietly in the house that he\u2019d bought after his retirement from the Army.\u00a0 But his health began a slow decline a few years after he lost his wife.\u00a0 During the last few years, his health had gotten pretty bad.<\/p>\n And yesterday he passed suddenly.<\/p>\n . . .<\/strong><\/p>\n As far as I know, Dale wasn\u2019t a highly decorated soldier.\u00a0 I don\u2019t think he had a Purple Heart – if he did, he never mentioned it.\u00a0 I can\u2019t find him on any list of Silver Star or Distinguished Flying Cross recipients.\u00a0 If he had any other awards for valor, he never mentioned those to me.\u00a0 Given his background and rank, I’m reasonably sure he had some Air Medals and at least one Bronze Star.\u00a0 But I’m really not sure what awards he had.<\/p>\n I also really don’t care.\u00a0 He was a damn fine soldier and pilot, and served when many others would not.\u00a0 He served his country in and out of uniform for forty-plus years.\u00a0 He was a helluva good man – and a helluva good person as well.<\/p>\n I’m damn glad I had the chance to see again him last month.\u00a0 And I’m honored to have known him.<\/p>\n Rest in peace, Chief.\u00a0 Rest in peace.<\/p>\n Goodbye.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Note to our Naval\/Marine\/USAF readers<\/span>:\u00a0 the term “Chief” is used in the Army as the informal title for a Chief Warrant Officer.\u00a0 Much like the term “Top” for First Sergeants, it’s generally used only by those who know the individual well, and with their permission.<\/em><\/p>\n I don’t think Dale would mind me calling him “Chief”.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"