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On the road…again!!!Essays, Stories, Adventures, DreamsChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek    In Flanders Fields the Poppies Grow  Of the many poems that haunted his imagination from grammar school, the one about a field of poppies in Ypres, Belgium had enough staying power to remain as a fragment in his...

I've been interested in aviation all my life. My dad was a pilot, and I grew up in a house with a basement full of airplane parts, since he also restored one airplane and built another. We had books and magazines about flying and took annual trips to Oshkosh to the...

There have been Carrikers in America since before the American Revolution.  The roots of the Carriker family tree are rooted in soil that is solidly German and they reach all the way back to the Black Forest region of Germany, which was once called “The Palatinate.”  The original American Carriker was...

April 1, 1944 14,900 feet over the English Channel and climbing                Sunlight suddenly brightened the interior of the bomber. After what seemed like hours of climbing through the wet murky clouds of springtime England they had broken out into scattered sunshine. There were still wisps, patches, and sometimes full-blown clouds...

409th Bomb Squadron 93rd Bomb Group Hardwick Army Air Base Somewhere in England   April 1, 1944             Lieutenant Ed Robbins sat with his head cocked to one side listening intently to the thunder of the two big Pratt & Whitney radial engines out on the wing to his left. The...

    SO BRIEFLY AN EAGLE     PREFACE               Since I was only ten years old when he gave his life for his country my memories of my brother Rudy during his early years are part reality, part myth, and part stories I was told about him by my...

Six weeks after our wedding, the elementary and high schools at Waldo, Kansas were dismissed for the summer.  It had been a busy time with Solo and Ensemble Music Contest, finishing the paper drives in order to purchase new band uniforms, performing the 'Pomp and Circumstance' music for high school graduation...

On the road…again!!!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek TDY   Getting out of the house once in a while is a desire that resembles an itch. Most people get that itch to travel on occasion, and soldiers confined to a military bases are no different.  With the Footloose...

As a Vietnam vet, I find it easier to share war stories with fellow vets than with non-vets. But there's a lot more to military life than the worst of the worst. And since only a small fraction of veterans ever see actual combat, there are lots of fascinating stories to...

On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   Rides On The Wild Side   As he emerged from a dream and lay beneath the cozy flannel sheet, the Footloose Forester started to brew his next chronicle about flying and flying machines.  After many years of wondering why...

  On the road …again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   The Rhine Freezes Over   There are times when you and those around you are not truly appreciative of the things and events in your midst.  As a soldier in Germany during the early 1960s, the Footloose...

On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek                                         Those Untold Secrets     Every month Legacy Stories encourages members to submit entries and thus keep...

During World War II, four cousins from my father's side of the family and an uncle and two cousins from my mother's side of the family served in the military. Can you imagine that my paternal grandparents, Sam and Sylvania Chatham had four grandsons serving in the armed forces at one...

While serving in the Navy, one of my assignments took me to Jedda, Saudi Arabia, near the Red Sea.  I was the detachment Aircraft Maintenance Officer and we were housed in a beautiful local hotel on one of the upper floors.  We would leave very early in the morning and drive...

On the road …again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   Time Now To Burn Another American Flag   There were a few times that his neighbors had seen him burning an American flag in the back yard and probably were wondering what he was up to.  Burning anything...

On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   There Is No “I” In Team   Funny how sometimes the choice of a default template from which to begin a chronicle turns out to be a common thread that stitches other stories together. The first choice as a...

I received my annual letter from my older brother, Jim, today. With the best of intentions he makes me cry every year because he takes the time to really think about his words. Jim is the tallest and oldest in this picture. This year was no different. He cares so much...

On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   Haunting Memories About Wars Past   Happy chronicles about growing up, parties, holidays, idyllic days in the sun, and travel to exotic places…all have their place in establishing a legacy to share with others.  Sometimes, however; the sad memories...

On the road…again!
Afghanistan to Zambia
Chronicles of a Footloose Forester
By Dick Pellek

Euripides Taught Us Important Lessons

Several of the Chronicles of the Footloose Forester were written with an unstated purpose of informing and instructing the reader to not take everything at face value.  In one of them, however; the message was bluntly stated near the end of the chronicle entitled, “My Bid is Eight Spades.”   As posted, the passage read, “Don’t believe everything you read; don’t believe everything you hear; and don’t believe everything you dream. But, above all; don’t dismiss, out of hand, everything that does not square with everything that may go against everything that you personally believe.”

The 31 March 2013 story was about a dream, thus some of the scenes from the dream can be dismissed as unreality.  Nobody can be criticized for dismissing dreams.  Yet, some of the truisms in dreams were part of the substance of that particular dream that have endured as memorable quotations for over two thousand years. One of the favorites of the Footloose Forester is one by Euripides (480-406 B.C.), as follows:      

          Question everything. Learn something. Answer nothing.  (Euripides circa 410 B.C.)

Currently the Footloose Forester is reading a book written by fellow-forester Jay H. Cravens who was a US. Forest Service employee working under an Agency for International Development contract during the Viet Nam War. Cravens was a civilian, but saw much more fighting than many Americans in uniform, regardless of their branch of service.  That was a matter of where he was assigned; where he travelled; and where and when he witnessed the horrors of war.  His account of the circumstances and the fighting that took place in and around Saigon during the Têt Offensive of 1968 are first-hand impressions that he composed as letters to his family and later transcribed as the basis of his 1994 book, A Well Worn Path. (University Editions, Inc., 503 pages).

Jay Cravens and the Footloose Forester crossed paths only once or twice, at the office of the former, in Viet Nam.  But because Cravens, in his book, mentioned several other people whom the Footloose Forester also knew; and because his account of the Têt Offensive was extensively covered in more than 40 pages in his book, the Footloose Forester values the book as the best description of what happened in Saigon during the Têt Offensive in early 1968, as told by a civilian who lived through it.  Cravens was at one end of town, and the Footloose Forester was waiting it out at Tan Son Nhut Airport, just outside of town.

Although most of what Jay Cravens saw and reported in meticulous detail was based on first person experiences, he did introduce a few ideas that were based on his opinions about the food, the people, the customs and Vietnamese traditions that do not fall into the category of verifible fact.  When his ideas are identified as opinions, his personal remarks should be accepted as opinions-- the opinions of Jay Cravens.  However, when a glaring misstatement of fact appears deep into the discussion of the aftermath of the Têt Offensive, the purported facts should be questioned.  That is where the lessons of Euripides kick in.

 

Question everything. Learn something. Answer nothing.

There is no hint in the Cravens book that he was a golfer; but in more than one passage there is ample evidence that he showed distain for several individuals who were golfers; and who apparently had shared stories with him about certain aspects of the Têt Offensive. Thus, his deprecating remark, “A real tragedy has affected a number of Embassy and USAID workers…!  Bombs (undoubtedly dropped by a non-golfer flyer) have created traps in the center of the 12^th, 14^th and 17^th greens…page 391.

Portico of the Golf Club de Saigon, prior to 1966

There were no bombs dropped on the 12^th, 14^th or 17^th greens. Too bad that Cravens chose to include something that somebody told him, then included as part of his remarkably detailed first-hand account.  As far as Euripides is concerned, his advice to question everything was the stimulus for the Footloose Forester to flag that particular passage on p.391 of the book, A Well Worn Path; and to commence writing this chronicle.  Some 45 years after the Têt Offensive, the Footloose Forester learned something—the false rumor about the bombing of three greens at the Golf Club de Saigon.  As a member of that club that was just across the street from where he worked, the Footloose Forester played on those unaffected greens a couple of weeks after the Têt Offensive was over. There were no bomb craters. 

Later in the Cravens book, he briefly described the fighting in and around Saigon during the VC "summer offensive" of 1968. The passages are convincing, given that they were written by someone who kept a journal and kept the chronology of events, day by day.  The Footloose Forester had no reason to question most of what was written, except for the passages that began on page 448.  Cravens wrote,  "Now for today's (5 May) events..." followed by entries on 7 May and 9 May 1968.

At the time, Cravens was within a few days of leaving VIet Nam upon completion of his contract; therefore it was curious that he wrote, "I have my airline tickets and everything completed.....The last obstacle could be the route to Tan Son Nhut airport.  It was under fire all day yesterday and closed to all except military traffic."  The subsequent entry for 9 May was the most disturbing, as follows:  "Fighting in the past two days has been more severe than during Tet.  More bombs and napalm have been dropped on Saigon than during the first few days of Tet. Fighting goes on day and night..." ...page 449.  One wonders where Cravens got that information.  The Footloose Forester was on duty at Tan Son Nhut during that period; and he cannot relate to most of what Cravens said about dropping bombs and napalm. He also rode his Honda 50cc to work each morning; and returned each evening without ever being notified that the roads were closed.  He never got a sense that there was more danger than at other times during that offensive.  And he never saw evidence of napalm being dropped in Saigon, nor  did any of those he worked with discuss the use of napalm. Indeed, he categorically disputes that napalm was dropped in Saigon by American warplanes.  Only the Viet Nam Air Force flew missions over their city; and that fact was well known. 

The beleated addition of the foregoing paragraph was not anticipated until the Footloose Forester read pages 448-450 of the Cravens book.  Surely Cravens got some of his information from unreliable sources.  Indeed the VC summer offensive was a massive effort; however it is difficult for the Footloose Forester to accept much of what was written about road closures and the dropping of napalm within the city limits of Saigon when he traversed those streets daily. Thus, the main thesis of the Euripides axiom: question everything.

Of course, the wise Euripides included the words, “Answer nothing” as part of his famed quotation. That might imply that neither Jay Cravens nor the Footloose Forester can now verify the facts regarding the former greens at the Golf Club de Saigon, nor the use of air power during the subsequent VC summer offensive. The tiny 40 acre golf course was converted into part-park, part-fruit orchard in the post-Viet Nam War era. Yet, the images of the 12^th, 14^th and 17^th greens are still clearly visible in the mind of the Footloose Forester.  And that includes the period of time more than a year after the VC offensive. 

    Between the ages of 5 and 11 (1936-1942) my grandfather, Dinon, lived on one square mile of land, a peninsula called Nahant off the shore of Massachusetts, just a little northeast of Boston.   Dinon's father, my great-grandfather Ralph, worked on the mainland end of the Nahant causeway in...