Sunday, August 22, 2021

Samaritans

I’m just going to leave this here….

This story is pretty incredible. 

"Give me a ready deck."

Somewhere, a few thousand feet beneath the waves of the South China Sea, there are a dozen or two helicopters. If an expedition came across them, they might believe that there was some great battle that had been fought in those waters. Perhaps they would see the emblem on the helicopters: a blue circle with a white star and red stripes, and wonder, "did America suffer some catastrophic loss here?" But if they looked closer, they might notice something else. Something unexpected. The choppers would be undamaged, save for that done by time and water and salt. The expedition would find no torn metal, no broken landing gear, no rotors destroyed. They might believe that, as incredible as it seems, the Americans intentionally scuttled their own equipment. But, for what possible purpose would a military force destroy their own equipment? Faced with such a question, perhaps they might remember the words of G. K. Chesterton, who once opined, "The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him." Only, in this case, April 29, 1975, what they loved was above them. 

This was the end of the Vietnam war, and the USS Midway--and the entire 7th fleet--was tasked with saving as many South Vietnamese refugees as possible. Some might claim that the saving of refugees was certainly not in the vital national interests of America. Perhaps not. We always have the option of seeing the person, lying in a ditch, and continuing on. We are free to leave them, telling ourselves as we go, "they are not my neighbor." Or, when we see them, we can be moved with compassion, and bind up their wounds, and show them mercy. Perhaps this is really the only national interest of Samaria. 

Perhaps the 7th fleet found that day that they could be both Americans and Samaritans. 

That day the USS Midway had already saved thousands of refugees. Chopper after chopper came and landed, bearing displaced families. And then came a sight that must have caused the sailors on board to gaze in astonishment: a small Cessna, circling them from above. Three times the pilot attempted to drop a note onto the deck of the carrier. Three times the wind took it. 

On board the Cessna was one Maj. Buang-Ly of the Vietnamese air force. Though he had likely flown many missions during the war, this was to be his most important. Although the tiny plane only has seats for two souls, Buang-Ly had managed to fit 6 on board in addition to himself: his wife and their five small children. His youngest, 14 months, sat on the lap of his mother. The other 4 children, the oldest being only six years old, huddled in the plane's tail section.

Buang-Ly was starting to run out of items to toss out of his plane. Perhaps fittingly, his fourth note he attached to his pistol--a pistol meant to save his life. It turns out it did. The pistol, with his note tucked into the holster, dropped onto the deck of the Midway. 

The note read, "Can you move the helicopter to the other side, I can land on your runway, I can fly for one hour more, we have enough time to move. Please rescue me! Major Buang, wife and 5 child."

The Midway was commanded by Capt. Lawrence Chambers. He had been given command of the carrier only a few weeks before. Chambers consulted the Admiral in charge to apprise him of the situation. The Admiral told Chambers to instruct the plane to ditch. Other pilots that day had ditched as well. The problem though, Chambers realized, was that those were helicopter pilots. They would be ditching after a fairly controlled water landing. The Cessna was a fixed wing aircraft, with no way of making a controlled water landing with the possibility of having the small children in the tail section surviving the impact.

Chambers faced a decision. Continue on and leave the man in the air to fend for himself, or stop, and help his neighbor. Chambers realized what Buang-Ly did not, that simply moving one or two choppers to one side would not give him enough room to land. There was only one possible solution: push enough helicopters overboard to give Buang-Ly a chance. Fully believing that a court martial awaited him, and that his career, and possibly his freedom, would be at an end in a few hours, Chambers gave his order: scuttle the helicopters. 

As he watched millions of dollars in equipment sink to the sea, along with any chance he ever had of continuing in the Navy, Capt. Chambers gave an order to Cmdr. Vern Jumper who was in charge of all flight operations aboard the ship. "Vern, give me a ready deck."




The entire crew jumped into action. One by one choppers went into the sea. But, one by one more choppers landed, as they approached and saw there was available space aboard the ship. They would be pushed into the sea too. 

The deck was cleared. Wet, but cleared. However, this was a Cessna that needed to land on the deck. A plane that has no tail hook because it was never built to land on a carrier. Not only that, it had to be landed by a pilot who had never seen a carrier much less attempted to land on one. It would be his first attempt. He wouldn't get another. 

The quick thinking Chambers knew that if Buang-Ly, his wife, and five children were going to have any chance, he would need some additional help from the ship itself. Chambers ordered his ship to turn directly into the headwind and make steam for 25 knots (29 mph). This would allow the plane to approach with a roughly 46 mph headwind to assist in slowing the landing. There went the aircraft carrier, speeding along at nearly top speed. All 1001 feet of it. All 64,000 tons of it. A floating city whose one purpose at that moment was to save a family. Or, perhaps, saving families was always its mission. Perhaps that is meant to be the mission of every US carrier. "...but because he loves what is behind him." Though sometimes we might forget. 

The men above the Midway were certainly reminded that day, as they watched Buang-Ly glide into a perfect landing on their deck. Capt. Chambers would later report, "...the aircraft cleared the ramp and touched down on center line at the normal touchdown point. Had he been equipped with a tail hook he could have bagged a number 3 wire. He bounced once and came stop abeam of the island, amid a wildly cheering, arms-waving flight deck crew..." Years later, Chambers would remark that Buang-Ly is "The bravest guy I know." This landing made Buang-Ly the first Vietnamese pilot to ever land on an aircraft carrier. Those on the ship marveled at his piloting expertise, and bravery as a husband and father. 

"And the next day he took out two denarii and gave them to the innkeeper, saying, ‘Take care of him; and whatever more you spend, I will repay you when I come back.’"

Maybe the crew had this verse in mind when they established a fund for the Buang family. Maybe they thought of it when Chambers was raised to the rank of Rear Admiral. Maybe they thought it when Buang and his entire family became American citizens. 

What we can say is that Buang and Chambers started out the morning of April 19th as citizens of different countries. One American. One Vietnamese. But it so happens that they had dual citizenship all along. It turns out they were both Samaritans. They both saw the need of others and were willing to give their lives, and livelihood for their neighbor. For in the end, the greatest Americans, the greatest Vietnamese, the greatest citizen of any country, are always first citizens of Samaria.





Friday, August 20, 2021

I’m Doing Just Fine

For those of you out there who had doubts as to my ability to fend for myself in the kitchen while the beautiful and talented Mrs. Dunnevant is away for a week in Maine, I offer the following photographic evidence to the contrary…















Dummer’s Beach and My Wife

My wife grew up spending every summer of her life at a campground called Dummer’s Beach on Webb Lake in Weld, Maine. Every single summer for the first 49 years of her life. It was there that I got introduced to Maine 38 years ago. Her Mom and Dad had a permanent site on the campground and a big RV camper parked on it just steps from the lake. But, ten years ago Russ and Vi finally sold the camper and gave up the site. Pam and I had discovered Mid-Coast Maine by then so we replaced Dummer’s Beach campground with beautiful lake houses only a 25 minute drive from the ocean. Pam’s parents have made a few trips up to Dummer’s since giving up their site to visit with life long friends, but the brutal drive up 95 has gotten to be too much for them. This year they really wanted to go up and stay in one of the cabins…one last time…but Pam was worried sick about the two of them making a 15 hour, two day drive. Neither one of them are as steady on their feet as they used to be. Pam just couldn’t find peace in her heart about it so…

This morning, Pam left to go over to their house at 6:18 am, her car packed with all of their things, to pick them up and drive them up for the week. She will serve as their official chaperone, driver and trip boss. The three of them will spend the week in a small cabin close to the beach with Pam sleeping on a futon.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is what it means to honor thy father and mother.

I know my wife. It has been ten years since she has made that left turn off of 142 onto the long dirt road that leads to the most iconic image of her life…


When this sight peeks through the pines, my wife will cry. She will not feel silly or make any apologies…but she will weep. This place is in her heart, bones and marrow. She grew up here and it has that profound power of place that has gripped the imagination of human beings since the dawn of time. When we would go up every year with the kids, eventually it began to have the same impact on us. My children fell for the place at a very young age and both of them maintain a longing for Maine that survives to this day. But none of us had it as bad as Pam. Often, I would see her off by herself taking it all in…


And now, she will visit for the first time in ten years. It will be different. It will probably seem smaller. She has stayed on so many beautiful lakes in Maine now, back then this one was all she knew. This time she will get to see it with fresh eyes and from new vantage points. She will go out with her Dad on kayaks, something she never did back in the day…and she brought her paddle board. The thought of her out a couple of miles in the middle of this majestic lake with Tumbledown Mountain looming to the west almost brings tears to my eyes. But this week won’t be a vacation for Pam. She is there to see to it that her parents have a wonderful and safe vacation. It will be work, and when she gets home she will need a vacation.

So, if you are so inclined, say a prayer or two for them this week. Pray for traveling mercies, for cooperative weather, good health and patience all around. While you’re at it, put in a word for me, this being only the third time in 37 years of marriage that I will be without her for an entire week. 



Our last family picture on the morning we left Dummer’s for the last time.


Wednesday, August 18, 2021

The Wrong Way

I have written many times before in this space about my feelings with regards to American involvement in far flung military posts all around the world. In short, I’m against it. Perhaps no such far flung post has been more infuriating than Afghanistan. I understood the original reasoning for our adventure there 20 years ago, but ever since the original mission was completed it has been an epic misadventure. We followed Great Britain and the Soviet Union down the rat hole in the vain conceit that we could bring “democracy” to the ungovernable tribes who have violently resisted such notions for the past 4000 years.

So, when Donald Trump negotiated a total troop withdrawal, it was one of the few things he did as President that I agreed with. Neither of his two predecessors had the guts to do it. For that I give the man credit, like the broken clock that is right twice a day. 



But, there is a right way and a wrong way to do anything. What we have witnessed this past week is the wrong way. President Biden spent much of his last news conference assuring the American press corps that the upcoming withdrawal from Afghanistan would not be another Saigon, it would be orderly and that the Afghan army was more than capable of defending their country. His assurances turned out to be spectacularly wrong.

Now we learn that the President ignored the nearly unanimous advice of his intelligence services that the Afghan army was a disaster and that the Taliban would overrun Kabul. The heartbreaking scenes of people clinging to airplanes at the Kabul airport were actually worse than 1975 Saigon. This wasn’t grainy footage from half a mile away. These scenes of humiliation and defeat were in crystal clear HD. Up close and personal.

Victory has many fathers, but defeat is an orphan. Biden is getting hammered for his blame-shifting and stubborn refusal to admit that the debacle we have witnessed is partially his own fault. Why weren’t Americans and allied personnel withdrawn earlier? Why was so much valuable military equipment left to be gobbled up by insurgents? Whatever the reasons, its too late to do anything about it now. The disaster in money and human treasure that was Afghanistan for the last 20 years is over and our humiliation and defeat is absolute.

But there is a ton of blame to go around. Each of the last three Presidents deserves their fair share. This was a bipartisan debacle. Although it saddens me to see the scenes of chaos and the desperation of the many “helpers” who have been shamefully left to their fate, it doesn’t change the fact that we had no business sending men and women to die in Afghanistan for 20 years. Full stop. Could this withdrawal have been done with more intelligence, planning and care? Absolutely, and Joe Biden will pay the price for his bumbling and feckless stubbornness. But we shouldn’t forget that withdrawal IS the right decision. The United States of America cannot be the policeman of the world. It is not our job to bring democracy anywhere. We’ve got our own democracy that could use some work. If the Afghan army, after billions and billions worth of military equipment and training, isn’t willing to fight for their own country, why in hell should we?

What do you say to the mothers and fathers of the men and women who have given their lives in this effort? No words will suffice. So, forgive me if I don’t grieve for the Afghan people. The only people I’m grieving for are the brave soldiers who gave the ultimate sacrifice for such a fool hearty and tragic mission. The politicians who beat the drums for this war and continued to support it for twenty long years by their apathy and silence have an awful lot of blood on their hands. They include multiple presidents and politicians from both parties. It is a national disgrace.

If, as a result of this nightmare, the American people no longer will allow this type of nation-building misadventure, perhaps this will serve as a turning point. From now on the American military should only be used as a defensive force, and when it is deployed, it should be unleashed in all of its fury, not hamstrung by ignorant people who never served a day in the military. What our armed forces have been demonstrably proficient at over the 245 years of our history is killing our enemies and destroying their cities. Asking them to win the hearts and minds of hostile barbarian tribes of people who hate all westerners by building schools and libraries is NOT the job of fighting men and women. Our politicians need to stop asking them to do social work. Oh…and next time an American politician asks for a commitment of American soldiers and sailors in a foreign conflict, how about a declaration of war first?
 

Monday, August 16, 2021

The Inexorable March of Civilization



































What a Picture!



The new Taliban government struggling with their first Zoom call…

Which one of these guys will write the next great Afghan novel?

I wonder what their position is on Transgender bathrooms?

So many questions….


Sunday, August 15, 2021

Thanks, Dodie

A very sweet review of the book I wrote about the deaths of my parents. Thank you, Dodie Whitt!!