Comprising a Life

The Bonsai, Travels and Haiku of Vaughn Banting

Views taken from helicopters

It is often said that the war in Vietnam was the helicopter war and to the extent that to this day, I only bother looking up when I hear that distinctive propwash from a Huey helicopter I guess its true.

In my various duties in Vietnam I put in enough total air hours in the Huey helicopter to earn an air metal.  Although most of those hours were garnered while attached to an Army aviation battalion, the air hours I accumulated during the goings and comings from missions in the bush also added up. As RTO(radio/telephone operator) for my platoon I not only rode in a lot of helicopters but I also called a lot of them in, including my own dust off (medical evacuation helicopter) when I was wounded.

But the thing I liked most about helicopters was the perspective they offered you.  From a commercial airliner one sees things from above but to such an extent that all human scale is lost.  Where as to due to the low elevations that we flew at, traveling in a helicopter in Vietnam was more like a magic carpet ride (that is if you were lucky enough not to collide with a bullet during your flight).

Here is Vietnam from the air.  Enjoy your flight.

 

 

Michelin Rubber Co. was very big in Vietnam, with plantations. stretching as far as the eye could see. But true to course their French owners had arrangements with the Viet Cong that their workers were never attacked. We enjoyed no such scheme.

 

Bananas and rice paddies

 

Bananas then rice then rubber

 

All the doorgunner's fixed machineguns had been modified with bean cans to help the belt feed better

 

No one but I seemed to be interested in these ancient ruins. I looked up the civilization that they had to have belonged to once but I have forgotten.

 

Small hamlet

 

Another mysteriou ruin

 

Pumping water from one rice paddy to the next with some sort of bicycle driven pump

 

Pilot with map

 

An RTO sitting with his legs dangling out of the chopper. This was how I always had to sit too.

 

Flying over miles of rubber plantations

 

Flying over miles and miles of raw jungle

 

Chopper cockpit

 

The beginning of the end for thatched roofing

 

Large fire base with ring after ring of constatina wire

 

Fishing boats at coastal village

 

Benji, one of our machine gunners with feet dangling out of the chopper door

 

After getting wounded and consequently having to leave the bush, I settled down again as the head draftsman for an Army aviation battalion at Tuy Hou on the South China Sea.

 

At my new assignment I worked under the not so watchful eyes of a sleeping Buddha

 

The beach at the base

 

Tuy Hou the town

 

Tuy Hou, road to the watch towers, front view

 

Tuy Hou watch towers and water tower, rear view

 

View of coastal mountains

 

More coastal mountains

 

Valley rice paddies