T-Tail-Tall-Tail:
Burn Victim
    Frank Huskin , Lt Col(Retired)
        
        Montgomery, Al
        
        huskinf1@charter.net
    
    In 1967 I was a C-141 aircraft commander flying out
        of Travis AFB. We were
        staging out of Clark AFB when I got a call late one
        night to report with my
        crew at the earliest time for an emergency air
        evacuation mission. I was told I
        would be augmented with extra crewmembers as it
        would be a long mission. When
        we reported I was advised we were to proceed to
        Saigon and to expect
        instructions when we landed.
    
We arrived at Saigon about three hours later and were
        met by an ambulance
        and a staff car. I was told I would have one
        passenger who was to be
        accompanied by a doctor and two nurses. A young man
        on a stretcher was
        onloaded, but I didn't get a good look at him at the
        time. I was given my
        flight plan which took me to Japan for fuel and then
        nonstop to the Brooks burn
        center in San Antonio, Texas. I was glad that they
        had augmented us with
        additional crewmembers as this was going to be the
        longest flight of my career.
        Before takeoff I didn't have time to get into the
        rationale for the urgency of
        the mission with the command post, or why only one
        passenger(with attendants).
        I would have to get more information later.
    
After takeoff, I gave the airplane to my copilot and
        went back to the
        patient. The doctor told me that the soldier had
        been hit by a phosphorus shell
        but had not been killed. He was, however, horribly
        burned. They had him heavily
        sedated and were giving him full time, and very
        attentive, care as he was
        delirious. It was very heartrending as I could see
        that he was in very bad
        shape.
    
We landed in Japan for fuel and then took off again
        for Texas and landed
        some 12 hours later. The young man was still alive
        when we landed. We were met
        by a team of people that immediately drove him off
        to the hospital.
    
To this day I do not know is this fine soldier lived.
        Thirty-eight years
        later I still think of him and wonder, and hope,
        that he survived. I also think
        about what a wonderful country we live in that would
        spend tens of thousands of
        dollars in an effort to save the life of one
        soldier.
    
I hope that someone might know the outcome of the
        story. I pray we succeeded
        and feel that it was one of the most important
        missions of my career. God bless
        him wherever he is.