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07-29-2009, 11:24
In 1969, I had just arrived in Los Angeles, after returning via the Oakland Army Depot and SFO from a year and a half in RVN. I took a taxi from LAX to my Mother’s house and opened the door with a key that she had mailed to me. It was obvious that she wasn’t home because there was no perishables in the house.
I called my aunt the next morning to ask where my Mom was and my aunt told me that she was at Letterman, in San Francisco, with my Dad. She further explained that my Dad had been in a jeep accident in Korea and had been medivacted to Letterman for treatment. She asked if thew Red Cross had notified me and I replied no.
I quickly flew to SFO and went to the hospital. My Dad had developed bi-lateral pneumonia and it was hit or miss wether he would survive. My Mom told me that she had asked the Red Cross three days before to notify my Brother and me.
I went to the phone and tried to call my Brother at his OCS company only to be told by the candidate CQ that my brother was at the Officer’s Club because he was a senior candidate. The CQ told me that he was under orders to not disturb the instruction that the company was receiving. I tried to explain the situation to the CQ but he just hung up on me.
I then called Colonel Lamar Welch, who was the Commandant of the Parachute School. I explained to Colonel Welch that I was just back from Vietnam and that I was a paratrooper, that my Dad was a WWII paratrooper (now a Colonel) and that my Brother was also a paratrooper and that Welch had said at my graduation from the parachute school that if we were ever in a bind and called upon another paratrooper for help and the other paratrooper didn’t help to let Welch know. I suggested to the Colonel that I needed help and didn’t know anyone else at Fort Benning to call on for help.
Colonel Welch asked me for all of the pertinent details and promised to do what he could.
My Brother had Colonel Welch show up at the Officers Club in his fatigue uniform and tell the Company Commander what he wanted done. The next morning my Brother arrived at Letterman Hospital in his Class A uniform. He explained that Colonel Welch had pulled some magic and that at 9:30 pm there was a T-10 trainer waiting at Pope AFB to transport him to Travis AFB. The AF had a staff car waiting on the runway to transport him to Letterman.
My Brother had about an hour with my Dad until my Dad slipped into unconsciousness. The doctor suggested that we go get some lunch and we did. After returning to the hospital we found that my Dad had passed away while we were eating.
I have never forgotten the kindness that Colonel Welch displayed to me and my family.
I called my aunt the next morning to ask where my Mom was and my aunt told me that she was at Letterman, in San Francisco, with my Dad. She further explained that my Dad had been in a jeep accident in Korea and had been medivacted to Letterman for treatment. She asked if thew Red Cross had notified me and I replied no.
I quickly flew to SFO and went to the hospital. My Dad had developed bi-lateral pneumonia and it was hit or miss wether he would survive. My Mom told me that she had asked the Red Cross three days before to notify my Brother and me.
I went to the phone and tried to call my Brother at his OCS company only to be told by the candidate CQ that my brother was at the Officer’s Club because he was a senior candidate. The CQ told me that he was under orders to not disturb the instruction that the company was receiving. I tried to explain the situation to the CQ but he just hung up on me.
I then called Colonel Lamar Welch, who was the Commandant of the Parachute School. I explained to Colonel Welch that I was just back from Vietnam and that I was a paratrooper, that my Dad was a WWII paratrooper (now a Colonel) and that my Brother was also a paratrooper and that Welch had said at my graduation from the parachute school that if we were ever in a bind and called upon another paratrooper for help and the other paratrooper didn’t help to let Welch know. I suggested to the Colonel that I needed help and didn’t know anyone else at Fort Benning to call on for help.
Colonel Welch asked me for all of the pertinent details and promised to do what he could.
My Brother had Colonel Welch show up at the Officers Club in his fatigue uniform and tell the Company Commander what he wanted done. The next morning my Brother arrived at Letterman Hospital in his Class A uniform. He explained that Colonel Welch had pulled some magic and that at 9:30 pm there was a T-10 trainer waiting at Pope AFB to transport him to Travis AFB. The AF had a staff car waiting on the runway to transport him to Letterman.
My Brother had about an hour with my Dad until my Dad slipped into unconsciousness. The doctor suggested that we go get some lunch and we did. After returning to the hospital we found that my Dad had passed away while we were eating.
I have never forgotten the kindness that Colonel Welch displayed to me and my family.