From: Larry Parker [mailto:llp@townes.net]
Sent: Wednesday, October 14, 2009 3:11 PM
To: dp@war-stories.com; larry@larryposs.com
Subject: War-Stories: B52 Rolling Thunder
I well remember Rolling Thunder because our bunks would vibrate a few inches across the plywood floor in our hooch during a strike. Đà Nẵng 1967. The first time this happened we didn’t have a clue what was going on but later learned it was the BUF’s at work. No doubt it was a fearful thing to be a mile or so from a strike.
My first time to go north to the DMZ was in the back seat of a Birddog. We were at about 6000’ and I saw what looked to me like highway construction that went on for quite a ways. It really looked like someone had cleared the jungle and was going to build a road through it. So like a dummy I commented to the pilot that I didn’t know we were building a road up here. He said what are you talking about? I said-- down there. He said, Hell that’s a B-52 strike. It made quite an impression on this Country Boy.
I was also on the flight line the night a shot up B-52 tried to land and skidded off the end of the overrun into a mine field. So very sad. The tail gunner got out as I recall.
Great site for a proud bunch of warriors.
Parker