From a Washington Post obit by Harrison Smith headlined “Joseph Galloway, chronicler and champion of soldiers in Vietnam, dies at 79”:
Mr. Galloway, a 24-year-old reporter for United Press International, went on to witness and participate in the first major battle of the Vietnam War, in which an outmanned American battalion fought off three North Vietnamese army regiments while taking heavy casualties. He carried an M16 rifle alongside his notebook and cameras, and in the heat of battle, he charged into the fray to pull an Army private out of the flames of a napalm blast.
“At that time and that place, he was a soldier,” Maj. Gen. Joseph K. Kellogg said more than three decades later, when the Army awarded Mr. Galloway the Bronze Star Medal for his efforts to save the private. “He was a soldier in spirit, he was a soldier in actions and he was a soldier in deeds.”
Mr. Galloway later recounted the battle in a best-selling book, “We Were Soldiers Once . . . and Young,” written with retired Lt. Gen. Harold G. Moore, the U.S. battalion commander at Ia Drang. The book was adapted into the movie “We Were Soldiers” starring Mel Gibson as Moore and Barry Pepper as Mr. Galloway, and was acclaimed for its unflinching account of one of the war’s bloodiest battles.
“What I saw and wrote about broke my heart a thousand times, but it also gave me the best and most loyal friends of my life,” Mr. Galloway said in an interview with the Victoria Advocate, the Texas daily where he had once worked as a cub reporter. “The soldiers accepted me as one of them, and I can think of no higher honor.”
Mr. Galloway, whose reporting took him from the jungles of Vietnam to the halls of the Kremlin and the deserts of Iraq, was 79 when he died Aug. 18 at a hospital in Concord, N.C….
In a journalism career that spanned nearly five decades, Mr. Galloway became known for writing elegant, richly detailed stories that immersed readers in conflicts around the world, including the 1971 war between India and Pakistan and the 1991 Persian Gulf War, which he covered while embedded with a tank unit for U.S. News & World Report.
A native Texan who grew up reading the collected reporting of Ernie Pyle, who told the story of World War II through the eyes of ordinary GIs, Mr. Galloway exalted the bravery of American soldiers even as he questioned the wisdom of the leaders who sent them into battle. Gen. H. Norman Schwarzkopf, who led U.S. forces during the Gulf War, once called him “the finest combat correspondent of our generation — a soldiers’ reporter and a soldiers’ friend.”
Mr. Galloway spent 22 years with UPI and retired in 2010 after working as a military affairs correspondent and columnist for the newspaper chains Knight Ridder and McClatchy, where he wrote critically of the Afghanistan and Iraq wars. He was played by Tommy Lee Jones in director Rob Reiner’s movie “Shock and Awe” about Knight Ridder’s skeptical coverage of the George W. Bush administration’s case for invading Iraq.
But he remained best known for his books and articles about Vietnam, most notably “We Were Soldiers Once . . . and Young,” which sold more than 1 million copies. He and Moore spent 10 years researching the volume, interviewing more than 250 people, including Vietnamese military commanders and U.S. veterans and their families.
“It is thoroughly researched, written with equal rations of pride and anguish, and it goes as far as any book yet written toward answering the hoary question of what combat is really like,” author and Vietnam War correspondent Nicholas Proffitt wrote in a review for the New York Times. He went on to call it “a car crash of a book; you are horrified by what you’re seeing, but you can’t take your eyes off it.”
The Battle of Ia Drang began Nov. 14, 1965, after Moore and some 450 soldiers from the 1st Battalion, 7th Cavalry were helicoptered to a clearing known as Landing Zone X-Ray. They were there on a search-and-destroy mission — “It’s probably gonna be a long, hot walk in the sun,” the brigade commander had told Mr. Galloway — and soon came under withering fire.
For the next three days, they struggled to fight off North Vietnamese regulars, sometimes in bloody hand-to-hand combat. Helicopter gunships, fighter-bombers and artillery fire helped turn the tide, although a replacement battalion was ambushed and nearly wiped out while marching to another clearing, Landing Zone Albany, in what Mr. Galloway and Moore described as “the most savage one-day battle of the Vietnam War.”
By the end of the fighting, more than 230 Americans and some 3,000 North Vietnamese were dead at Ia Drang. Both sides claimed victory: North Vietnamese leaders came away certain that they could outlast the Americans, while U.S. commander William Westmoreland was convinced that his troops “could bleed the enemy to death over the long haul,” as Mr. Galloway and Moore put it.
Mr. Galloway, who had arrived on the first night of the battle, said he planned for years to write a book with Moore but had put it off until 1980, when he was flipping channels and came across a Vietnam War sequence in the movie “More American Graffiti,” which brought back memories of Huey helicopters and deafening machine-gun fire.
“I found myself sitting in my chair, shaking like a leaf, with tears rolling down my cheeks at the sight and the memories,” he said in 2017. “I thought, you can run from it, and it will catch you and eat you — or you can face it. I picked up the phone the next morning and called General Moore at his home in Colorado. ‘Are you ready to start work on this book?’ He said, ‘I sure am.’ ”
Few memories of Ia Drang were more painful for Mr. Galloway than the death of Pfc. Jimmy Nakayama, one of two soldiers who were accidentally hit with napalm during a misplaced airstrike on the battle’s second day. Joined by an Army medic who was immediately shot and killed, Mr. Galloway raced toward enemy fire to pull Nakayama from the flames. The private was evacuated but died in a hospital two days later.
After the Pentagon reopened nominations for Vietnam battlefield honors, Mr. Galloway was awarded the Bronze Star Medal in 1998, becoming the fourth American journalist to receive the honor for bravery in the conflict.
“I accept it,” he said at the time, “in memory of the 70-plus reporters and photographers who were killed covering the Vietnam War, trying to tell the truth and keep the country free.”
Joseph Lee Galloway Jr. was born in Bryan, Tex., in 1941, three weeks before the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. His father served in the Army during World War II — Mr. Galloway did not meet him until after the war had ended….
Mr. Galloway attended community college for six weeks before dropping out in 1959 to enlist in the Army, which he viewed as a ticket out of South Texas. His mother persuaded him to go into journalism instead, reminding him that as a boy he had written a weekly newspaper for their neighborhood, banging away at a 1912 Remington typewriter.
He joined UPI in 1961 as a reporter in Kansas City, Mo., and within two years he was bureau chief in Topeka, Kan., where he pestered the news agency’s senior editors to send him to Vietnam, sensing from dispatches by Neil Sheehan of UPI and David Halberstam of the Times that conflict there was escalating.
Mr. Galloway got his wish in April 1965, landing in South Vietnam a month after the first American combat troops arrived in the country. He remained there for 16 months and was later UPI bureau chief in Jakarta, the Indonesian capital, and in New Delhi, Singapore, Moscow and Los Angeles.
He later won a National Magazine Award at U.S. News & World Report, for a cover story about the 25th anniversary of the Battle of Ia Drang, and worked as a special consultant to Secretary of State Colin L. Powell before joining Knight Ridder in 2002.
Mr. Galloway’s wife of 29 years, the former Theresa Null, died in 1996. His second marriage — to Karen Metsker, whose father was killed at Ia Drang — ended in divorce, and in 2012 he married Grace Liem Lim Suan Tzu, who worked as a nurse’s helper during the Vietnam War….
Mr. Galloway partnered with Moore on another book, “We Are Soldiers Still” (2008), and teamed with Marvin J. Wolf to write “They Were Soldiers” (2020), about the postwar lives of Vietnam veterans. He also appeared in documentaries such as “The Vietnam War” (2017), directed by Ken Burns and Lynn Novick.
“You do this out of sense of obligation to those who died and those who lived — those especially,” he said in 1993. “Their battle had been forgotten. You just can’t turn your back on something like that, not if you’ve seen it with your own eyes.”
Also see the Joseph Galloway obit by John Walcott on miamiherald.com.
And the New York Times obit by Sam Roberts headlined “Joseph Galloway, Decorated Vietnam War Correspondent, Dies at 79.”
We Were Soldiers once and Young and We Are Soldiers Still is FICTION
as is Mike Guardia 2 books about Hal G. Moore.Hal G. Moore was not in any combat till Nov 14 1965!!
MIKE GURDIA’s books about Hal G. Moore has to much FICTION in them.
1st book Hal Moore A SOLDIER ONCE AND ALWAYS BY MIKE GUARDIA.
2nd book HAL MOORE ON LEADERSHIP WINNING WHEN OUTGUNNED AND OUTMANNED
What Joe Lee Galloway thinks and write in private.
In a letter to Hal G. Moore, Joe Lee Galloway wrote.
from Hal Moore A Soldier ……Once and Always by MIKE GUARDIA page 171-172
BUT, JOE LEE GALLOWAY’S TRUE FEELING ABOUT THE VIETNAM VETERAN.
Quote: Joe Lee Galloway:” Damed if I’d want to go for a walk in the sun with them.”
Quote: Joe Lee Galloway: “Black GI’s going thru long involved black power identification rituals.”
Quote: Joe Lee Galloway: “THE REST ARE JUST COMMITTING SUICIDE.”
A poem read by Joe Lee Galloway
Quote: Joe Lee Galloway: Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
from which we sprung
Life to be sure
Vietnam 1965.
Joe Lee Galloway ” THIS WAR WE CAN’T WIN” March 1965 with the Marines ,I was(disabused )
of that notion pretty early on with the( Marines.)
disabuse = Free from Error, Fallacy or Misconception.
Joe Lee Galloway’s true fillings, on troops with PTSD!
Subj: RE: Galloway never wore a uniform either
Date: 10/14/2003 1:27:19 PM Pacific Standard time
From: [email protected]
to: [email protected]
russell:
you were, are and will remain the looniest twit to ever grace a shrink’s office, if you had anything worth taking, I would sue you. you don’t. hasta la vista foe another decade or so
JG
In a message dated 1/15/2004 3:23:36 PM Pacific Standard Time,
[email protected] writes: like i say russell, if you had anything worth taking i would sue you for libel and slander and take it all. but you don’t. only a couple bottles of blue pills which you need to use more regularly.
Page 287 of We Were Soldiers Once and Young
The most outrageous LIE!
At Landing Zone Albany.
There on the dying enemy soldier something shiny. A big battered old French army Bugle.
FACT: This Bugle was captured at Landing Zone X-Ray and brought into Landing Zone Albany by the
reinforcements.
https://lzxray.com/?s=bugle
From Pleiku by J. D. Coleman.
page 242
Larry Gwin ” Remembers how Rick Rescorla, platoon leader of 1st Platoon, Bravo Company, came
swaggering into the tiny perimeter, toting an M-79( grenade launcher ), an M-16 ( rifle ), and a BUGLE he had
captured two days before on X-Ray.
Salvatore Fantino
PFC Salvatore Fantino with the bugle Rescorla’s platoon captured at X-Ray.
Joe Lee Galloway did not rescue Jimmy Nakayama. He was ask to help by a medic to help load a wounded
troop in the Huey.
FACT: Joe Lee Galloway was with Gen Knowles on the 14 Nov 1965. that means he wasn’t at Catecha Nov
13,1965 with Brown. page’s 133-134-135.from We Were Soldiers Once and Young, are FICTION.
Joe Lee Galloway wasn’t with Brown when the Sky Raider crashed.
on Nov 14,1965, Joe Lee Galloway was with Brig. Gen. Richard Knowles,all day till around 9:00 p.m. deputy
commander of the air cavalry division, OFFERED ME A RIDE IN HIS HELICOPTER.
WE CIRCLED OVER THE BATTLE GROUND. Air strikes went in below us. An American A1E SkyRaider was
hit on a low- level bombing run, and the pilot had no chance to bail out. The plane crashed and
exploded in a cluster of trees.
Joseph Lee Galloway’s original story of Landing Zone X-RAY Nov,14-16, 1965
Twenty JAMESTOWN ( N.Y. ) POST- JOURNAL- Wednesday Evening,November 17,1965
WOUNDED SOLDIER LOSES HALF HIS PLATOON IN BITTER CHU PONG FRAY
By JOSEPH GALLOWAY
Chu Pong Mountain, South Viet Nam ( UPI )—- The soldiers eyes were red from loss of sleep, and maybe a bit
from crying too, now that it was all over.
A three-day growth of beard stubbled his cheeks. But was hard to see because of the dirt. He was hurt, in terrible
pain, but you’d never know it. Slivers of shrapnel had ripped his chest and spared his leg.
He sat on the landing zone below the Chu Pong mountain where more Americans had died than ever before in
a battle against Communists in a war over Viet Nam. He had gone through hell — three days of it— and still a
bit dazed, more from lack of sleep then his wounds, though. When I walked up to him, he spoke, But not to me
in particular, nor to the other guys sitting around sipping the first hot cup of coffee they had since the fight
began.
Loses a Friend
” I took care of 14 of ’em myself,” He said. “They were tough little bastards. You had to shoot them to pieces
before they quit coming . . . just rip them apart.”
I squatted on my heels waiting for him to say more, But he didn’t. Somebody told me he had lost half of his
platoon, including a friend he had served with for more than eight years. “What is his name?” I ask.
” It’s not important,” the sergeant slouching nearby said. “He’s just one of us and he did a damn good job.”
Everyone did a damn good job. And nobody knew it better than Gen. Knowles, task force commander and
deputy commander of the 1st Air Cavalry.
“These men were just great,” he told me. “They were absolutely tremendous. I’ve never seen a better job
anywhere, anytime,”
Back From Battle
Monday another American soldier walked out of the jungle into the valley of death. Bullets whizzed over his
head and kicked up dirt at his feet.
” Get down you fool!” We shouted.
The GI kept walking, He carried no weapon, He walked straight and tall.
A mortar shell exploded nearby, He didn’t waver, Shrapnel chopped off branches above my head. But the
American out there in the open came on until he was within a few feet of the battalion command bunker. He
looked funny, dazed.
Then we knew, he was shell shocked. He paused for a moment and looked around. He recognized the aid
station set up under the trees and walked toward it.
Just as the soldier reached the station he slumped to his knees, then pitched forward on his face, That is when
we saw his back for the first time.
It wasn’t pretty, It had been blown open by a communist mortar.
Medics were unable to reach the soldier because of the almost solid wall of communist bullets and jagged steel
fragments coming from the jungle. So he walked out, The bullets and mortar did not bother him anymore, He
had his.
Veterans Cried
The men of the U.S. 1st Air Cavalry fought like heroes. They died the same way, Some took their wounds
without a whimper. Seasoned Veterans cried.
Col. Hal Moore of Bardstown, Ky., the commanding officer of the 7th Battalion, 1st cavalry, Came over to me,
tears streaming down his face, His men were catching from the slopes of this mountain range less than five
miles from the Cambodian border.
I’m kind of emotional about this, so excuse me,” Moore said to me. “But I want you to tell the American people
that these men are fighters.
“Look at them.”
Moore pointed to a Negro soldier lying in the shade of a tree. A Communist bullet had torn a huge hole in his
stomach. The soldier had his hands over the wound. You could see him bite his lip. He was in terrific pain, But
he made no whimper as he waited for a medical helicopter.
” Look at them,” Moore said again. ” They’re great and the American people ought to know it.”
WAR “ACCIDENT”
It was shortly after 8:30 a.m. Monday when one of those terrible accidents of war happened.
I was sitting in the command bunker, A mound of dirt screening us from the communist snipers, looking at the
wounded in the aid station just a few yards away.
Suddenly, I felt a searing heat on my face.
An American fighter-bomber had misjudged the Communist positions, and dropped a load of napalm. The
flaming jelly gasoline, impossible to shake or scrape off once it hits skin, splashed along the ground in a huge
dragon’s tail of fire less then 25 yards away.
Screams penetrated the roar of the flames. two Americans stumbled out of the inferno. Their hair burned off in
an instant. their clothes were incinerated.
” Good God!” Moore cried. Another plane was making a run over the same area. The colonel grabbed a radio.
” You’re dropping napalm on us!” he shouted. ” Stop those damn planes.”
At almost the last second, the second plane pulled up and away, its napalm tanks still hanging from the wings.
It was an hour before a medical helicopter could get into the area and tend to the two burned men. One GI was
a huge mass of blisters, the other not quite so bad. Somehow his legs had escaped the flames. But he had
breathed fire into his lungs and he wheezed for air.
A MEDIC ASK ME TO HELP GET THE MEN INTO THE HELICOPTER WHEN IT ARRIVED. THERE WERE
NO LITTERS. TENDERLY, WE PICKED THE SOLDIERS UP. I HELD A LEG OF THE MOST SERIOUSLY
BURNED MAN. I WASN’T TENDER ENOUGH. A BIG PATCH OF BURNED SKIN CAME OFF IN MY HAND.
VC BATTALIONS
Chu Pong Mountain rises 2,500 feet from the valley below. From the top, you could almost lob a mortar shell
into Cambodia. The mountain slope were heavily jungled. And they hid at least two battalions of North
Vietnamese Army regulars—- possibly the same troops who pinned down two companies of air cavalrymen not
far away about a week ago.
The cavalry were looking for them, spoiling for a fight. They found the Communist Monday and dropped by
helicopter into a small landing zone about the size of a football field at the base of the mountain on the valley
floor.
One platoon got about 300 yards up the mountain before the Communist opened up. From Behind, cut it off
and fired on the main cavalry force from three sides with small arms, heavy machine-guns, and mortars.
Time and again, the cavalrymen tried to move in and help the platoon’ pull back, It was futile. The fire was to
heavy. The platoon spent the night on the mountainside. Their losses were heavy, but the damage to the
Communist was said to be heavier.
“We got 70 communist bodies stacked up in front of our positions,” the platoon leader radioed back Monday.
Men Dying
It was shortly before noon Sunday when the cavalrymen swept down in the area about 12 miles west of Pleiku.
Ever since the nine day battle around the Special Forces camp at Plei Me, the cavalrymen have been
sweeping the jungles and running into sporadic contact with hard-core Communist units.
Brig. Gen. Richard Knowles, deputy commander of the air cavalry division, OFFERED ME A RIDE IN HIS
HELICOPTER.
WE CIRCLED OVER THE BATTLE GROUND. Air strikes went in below us. An American A1E skyraider was hit
on a low- level bombing run, and the pilot had no chance to bail out. The plane crashed and exploded in a
cluster of trees.
Men are dying down there, but they are doing their job. “This is good,” Knowles said.” This is what we came for.
We’ve got a U.S. battalion well -equipped down there.”
Many Dead
I got my chance to join the men on the ground about 8 P.M. I went with a helicopter loaded with supplies and
ammunition.
we were level with the middle of the mountain and in the darkness we could see the muzzle flashes of rifles
and machine-gun spitting bullets at us. I said a prayer.
Sgt.Maj. Basil Plumley of Columbus, Ga., met us at the landing zone, and led me back to Col. Moore’s
command bunker.
” Watch your step,” Plumley said, ” There were dead people, all over here.” They were dead Americans many
wrapped in ponchos.
At Day break Monday, Medical helicopters began landing and taking off again with the wounded.
A detail was assign the job of collecting weapons and ammunition from the wounded before they were
evacuated.
Joe Lee Galloway did not rescue Jimmy D. Nakayama or James Clark, they walked to the aid station under
their own power, aided by other troops.
Joe Lee Galloway did load two troops on the Huey when he was ask to help by a Medic.
Joe Lee Galloway “I would later learn his name was Jimmy D. Nakayama.”
In some of Joe Lee Galloway’s stories, he would write that Cathy was Jimmy’s wife, when her name was
Trudy.
Jimmy Nakayma died in flight,3 degree burns no other injuries. ie Crushed ankle or torn skin.
FALSE: Joe Lee Galloway “I pulled him up his boots crumbled and the skin over his ankle bones sloughed off.
I could feel those bones in the palms of my hands. [The soldier, Jim Nakayama, died two days
later.] For years I was haunted.”
Joe Lee Galloway “For years, I was haunted.”
Joe Lee Galloway, UPI Reporter, Vietnam: The War That Changed Everything
U.S. NAVY/COURTESY JOE GALLOWAY
“A U.S. Air Force plane dropped two cans of napalm on us.
I felt the fire on my face immediately. I looked and there were two guys dancing in the fire, screaming.
FICTION: I don’t know what got into me, but I ran into the fire.
I grabbed the feet of this kid, and as I pulled him up his boots crumbled and the skin over
his ankle bones sloughed off.
I could feel those bones in the palms of my hands.
[The soldier, Jim Nakayama, died two days later.]
For years I was haunted. How can I explain it to somebody who hasn’t been there?
You live with it.
You carry so many ghosts.
I thought for a while they’d drive me crazy.”
— UPI war reporter Joe Lee Galloway witnessed the four-day Battle of Ia Drang in November 1965.
Joe Lee Galloway was awarded a Bronze Star for valor as a civilian.
He’s also the coauthor of We Were Soldiers Once … and Young.
The Troops who did help Jimmy D. Nakayama and James Clark, Not Joe Lee Galloway!
Arturo Villarreal · Sidney Lanier High School
Sp4 James Clark was not given any morphine by the medics. He came running towards my foxhole with
his clothes on fire. I helped putting the fire out and I just gave him some saline solution. I took him to the
CP and ask the doctor to give him something for the terrible pain, but the doctor told that they didn’t have
anything to give him and he just told me to just keep giving him the saline solution.
++After some time pass, some helicopters landed and I put him aboard one of them.
Nov. 14-18, 1965< this would be LZ X-Ray's battle
Robert Saucedo should have been leaving the war. Instead, he was riding in the 16th helicopter in a formation
high above the jungle on its way to the Ia Drang Valley.
Jimmy Nakayma died in flight,3 degree burns no other injuries. ie Crushed ankle.
"On the second day, they dropped a couple of napalms in the (landing zone), and a couple of guys bringing in
choppers – the engineers – they got burned," he said with eyes distant.
++"They ran to our foxholes. We treated them for burns."
++"We treated him for burns. His face was on fire. His weapon was on fire," he said. "It was bad.
Jimmy D. Nakayama's casualty report no crushed ankles!
Joe Lee Galloway
FICTION: "I don’t know what got into me, but I ran into the fire.
I grabbed the feet of this kid, and as I pulled him up his boots crumbled and the skin over
his ankle bones sloughed off.
I could feel those bones in the palms of my hands."
Jimmy D. Nakayama's casualty report no Crushed ankles
IF YOU WANT A GOOD FIGHT… Original story of Vietnam . By Joe Lee Galloway
Which became We Were Soldiers Once and Young.
Bruce Crandall Medal of Honor winner committed crimes in Vietnam!! art 128 Assault (twice),
art 121 LARCENY AND WRONGFUL APPROPRIATION
Hal G. Moore committed crime in Vietnam art 128
928. ART. 128. ASSAULT
Bruce Crandall committed two act’s of assault with a deadly weapon, Bruce Crandall assaulted a
Medical helicopter Pilot, Bruce Crandall pulled a pistol on him.
The pilot couldn’t carry a weapon.
Hal G. Moore, Bruce Crandall and Jon Mills went in to an officer’s bar, they were told to leave by
the manager,
Hal G. Moore was wearing his web gear, grenades,ammo, M-16 rifle, Bruce Crandall and Jon
Mills had their pistols.
Hal G. Moore laying his M-16 on the bar,” tells the manager if he did not serve them he would
clean house.”
Bruce Crandall and Jon mills, take their pistol’s out of their holster’s, and place them on the
bar.
This by this act alone Bruce Crandall and Jon mills, by taking their pistol’s out of their holster’s
would be enough to convict them.
The Manager ran to get help.
928. ART. 128. ASSAULT
(a) Any person subject to this chapter who attempts or offers with unlawful force or violence to
do bodily harm to another person, whether or not the attempt or offer is consummated, is
guilty of assault and shall be punished as a court-martial may direct.
(b) Any person subject to this chapter who–
(1) commits an assault with a dangerous weapon or other means or force likely to produce
death or grievous bodily harm; is guilty of aggravated assault and shall be punished as a
court-martial may direct.
921. ART. 121. LARCENY AND WRONGFUL APPROPRIATION
The time Bruce Crandall Medal of Honor winner, was caught [ steal ]trying to sling load a 10
kilowatt generator off it pad on an airbase.
Article written by Joe Lee Galloway, the time Bruce Crandall was “caught” trying to sling load a
10 kilowatt generator off it pad on an airbase.
Bruce Crandall recounted tales of one escapade after another: of moonlight requisitions raids
against the U.S. Air Force for needed or merely desired goodies unavailable from the Army
supply chain;[ of the time Bruce Crandall was “caught” trying to sling load a 10 kilowatt
generator off it pad on an airbase.] quote Joe Lee Galloway
921. ART. 121. LARCENY AND WRONGFUL APPROPRIATION
(a) Any person subject to this chapter who wrongfully takes, obtains, or withholds, by any means, from the possession of the owner or of any other person any money, personal property, or article of value of any kind–
(1) with intent permanently to deprive or defraud another person of the use and benefit of property or to appropriate it to his won use or the use of any person other than the owner, steals that property and is guilty of larceny; or
(2) with intent to temporarily to deprive or defraud another person of the use and benefit of property or to appropriate to his own use the use of any person other than the owner, is guilty of wrongful appropriation.
(b) Any person found guilty of larceny or wrongful appropriation shall be punished as a court-martial may direct.
During Hal G. Moore’s time in the R&D at the Pentagon, He had nothing to do with anything to do with the
development Air Assault tactics, or Helicopters.
It was for only the Air Force and the coordination with AIRBORNE TROOPS and their equipment
In 1957 Hal G. Moore did not know they were writing the manual FM 57-35 Army Transport Aviation
Combat Operations (June 1958)
CITATION FOR AWARD OF ARMY COMMENDATION RIBBON WITH METAL PENDANT
Hal G. Moore, Lt. Colonel, for outstanding service in the Office, Chief of Research and Development,
from July 1 1957 to 31 January 1960. In a steady, highly effective, and most outstanding manner, Lt. Colonel
Moore as Chief, support Aircraft and Aerial delivery branch, Air Mobility Division, monitored the Army’s
Research and Development program for airborne matters represented the Army General Staff in the
necessary inter-Service coordination’s, and acted as the Army representative in tripartite Standards actions.
As the primary General Staff action Officer for the Army’s Airborne Research and Development program,
his aggressive, intelligent efforts, mature judgment , keen perception resulted in a comprehensive, and
effective Research and Development program.His thoroughness and initiative, together with a detailed
grasp of the complex inter-Agency and inter-Service coordination’s required for the formulation of completed
airborne projects, resulted in a continued improvement in the field Armies airborne capability and the
production of improved equipment’s for the use of the units in the field.
his broad and detailed operational experience in the employment of airborne forces enabled him to provide
sound, well-grounded, staff assistance to senior Department of the Army General Staff officers.
His cheerful attitude,tireless applications and devotion to duty were directly responsible for the successful
contribution that his branch made to the accomplishment of the Air Mobility Division mission.
Lt. colonel Moore’s service in the office, Chief of Research and Development reflect great credit upon him
and on the U.S. Army.
FICTION from NEIL SHEEHAN’s ” A BRIGHT AND SHINNING LIE.”
PAGE 573
FICTION: NEIL SHEEHAN ” the Huey Plummeted, and the pilots dashed in over the trees to minimize
exposure,+”THROWING THE ROTORS INTO REVERSE” as soon as we reached the clearing and braking in the air like a parachute popping open.
This is impossible!!
The turban drive shaft, have S shaped BEARINGS, that prevent the shaft going into reverse.
Joe Lee Galloway’s true fillings, on Vietnam Veteranstroops PTSD!
Subj: RE: Galloway never wore a uniform either
Date: 10/14/2003 1:27:19 PM Pacific Standard time
From: jgalloway, krwashington
to: lzalbany65
russell:
you were, are and will remain the looniest twit to “ever grace a shrink’s office”, if you had anything worth taking, I would sue you. you don’t. hasta la vista foe another decade or so
JG
In a message dated 1/15/2004 3:23:36 PM Pacific Standard Time,
jgalloway, krwashington writes: like i say russell, if you had anything worth taking i would sue you for libel and slander and take it all. but you don’t. only a couple bottles of blue pills which you need to use more regularly.
Armed with an M16 that he personally took to Vietnam, Joe Lee Galloway
Joe Lee Galloway a Reporter who did not have to go to Vietnam has PTSD?!
Joe Lee Galloway got a Draft Deferment,during the Vietnam War.
“I consider myself one of you,” Joe Lee Galloway told the Soldiers in the audience.
Joe Lee Galloway “WE”
Joe Lee Galloway, a civilian Reporter “When I first went to war.”
Joe Lee Galloway never served in any branch of the Military.
Joe Lee Galloway went to Vietnam 4 times,”I have PTSD.”
Karen Spears Zacharias “If we have a loved one suffering from PTSD what kind of things should we know/do to help them?”
Joe Lee Galloway “Urge them to get some counselling; to spend some time talking with others afflicted by PTSD.”
Understand what has brought them to that point.
Love them.
Hold them.
Comfort them.
Tell them that they will get better, and help them get there. – Joe.
Joe Lee Galloway’s true fillings on PTSD!
Subj: RE: Galloway never wore a uniform either
Date: 10/14/2003 1:27:19 PM Pacific Standard time
From: jgalloway krwashington
to: lzalbany65
russell:
you were, are and will remain the looniest twit to ever grace a shrink’s office, if you had anything worth taking, I would sue you. you don’t. hasta la vista foe another decade or so
JG
In a message dated 1/15/2004 3:23:36 PM Pacific Standard Time,
jgalloway writes: like i say russell, if you had anything worth taking i would sue
you for libel and slander and take it all. but you don’t. only a couple bottles of blue pills which you need
to use more regularly.
Joe Lee Galloway “I had read Ernie Pyle’s columns and his collected work and I thought if a war comes
along in my generation.”
Joe Lee Galloway “I want to cover it. And preferably as Pyle covered his war.”
Joe Lee Galloway “I was so eager to get to Vietnam before the war ended that my only real fear was that the first troops to land would finish off the Viet Cong and I would miss my war.”
I was 23 years old when I arrived in Vietnam in April 1965.
Joe Lee Galloway “I thought I was bulletproof, invincible, as young men often do before they see the elephant.”
How has your own PTSD affected you?
I notice that as the years dwindle down to a precious few I weep a lot more often as the memories cross my mind.
A photo of a young widow sprawled atop the grave of her soldier husband at Arlington Cemetery leaves me choked with grief and sobbing aloud.
I used to believe that time would let those memories fade and allow me a measure of peace.
I know better now.
We aren’t allowed to forget; we aren’t supposed to forget.
As long as even one of us remembers them our friends are not dead.
Joe Galloway has PTSD?
Carry The Challenge Article
Joe Galloway of the Ia Drang
With Karen Spears Zacharias
An Interview with Army Correspondent Joe Galloway Joseph Galloway is a military correspondent and former columnist who frequently reported from war zones and is co-author of “We were Soldiers Once … and Young.”
In November 1965, Galloway embedded with the 1st Calvary Division in the first major battle of the Vietnam War — the battle of the Ia Drang.
He “served” four tours in Vietnam and became one of the most influential war reporters in U.S. history.
He worked more than 20 years as a foreign and war correspondent.
In 1998, Galloway was awarded the Bronze Star with V for Valor for rescuing wounded soldiers under fire at Ia Drang.
He is the only civilian to receive a combat medal form the U.S. Army during the Vietnam War.
Karen Spears Zacharias, a Gold Star daughter, lost her father, Staff Sgt. David P. Spears, in Vietnam’s
Central Highlands in 1966. A Columbus native and former Ledger-Enquirer staff writer, she is author of “After the Flag has been Folded.”
Her upcoming novel deals with the subject of post-traumatic stress disorder.
“Burdy” will be released by Mercer University Press in September 2015. She can be reached
at karenzach
The U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs estimates that post-traumatic stress disorder afflicts almost 31 percent of Vietnam veterans, 10 percent of Desert Storm veterans, 11 percent of Afghanistan veterans and 20 percent of Iraq war veterans.
But veterans aren’t the only community who suffer from PTSD.
War correspondents like Joseph Galloway suffer as well.
According to a study in the American Journal of Psychiatry, nearly one-third of war journalists will suffer from PTSD during their careers.
That’s about six times the rate of PTSD of other professions.
Gold Star Family members can also fall victim to PTSD as a result of second-hand trauma.
In this interview, Zacharias spoke with Galloway about his war reporting days and his own PTSD.
Who were the soldiers in your early life?
I was born three weeks before Pearl Harbor. I did not meet my Dad till late in 1945. He and five of his brothers, four of my Mom’s brothers were all in uniform in WWII.
My first memories are of houses full of frightened women looking out the window for the telegraph delivery man.
As a young boy did you ever hear any soldier you knew talk about Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder/PTSD?
I distinctly remember family talking about a returned soldier who came home “damaged mentally.”
His legs were paralyzed and VA got him a car with hand controls. He became a drunk, self-medicating, and was found from time to time passed out in his car in a ditch somewhere.
No one knew quite what to do to help him.
When you were a young journalist heading off to Vietnam, did you have any fears?
I was so eager to get to Vietnam before the war ended that my only real fear was that the first
troops to land would finish off the Viet Cong and I would miss my war.
I was 23 years old when I arrived in Vietnam in April 1965.
I thought I was bulletproof, invincible, as young men often do before they see the elephant.
Did anyone, a mentor or a family member, give you any advice about adjusting to a war zone?
My Dad and all my uncles would not tell us kids war stories. Only jokes and funny stuff. Nobody offered any advice about going to war.
When do you think you first encountered someone with PTSD?
What do you recall about that encounter?
I think the first soldier I ran across who was clearly unhinged by combat was in the Landing
Zone X-Ray battle in November 1965.
Although he seemed unwounded he was being medevac’d out of the battle.
I shot a photo of him as he was walking toward the chopper and he was cursing everyone, me included.
Where you aware at the time that person was suffering from PTSD or was that something that only came to you in hindsight?
This was 1965 and we had never heard of Post-Traumatic Stress.
I think that term did not come into being until sometime after 1968.
I just thought the first guy I saw was what my uncles referred to as “shell shocked.”
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+When did it dawn on you that you yourself might be suffering from PTSD?
My first tour in Vietnam lasted 16 months.
I left to go home and get married.
We settled down in Tokyo, my next assignment.
I began having a nightmare that was always the same: I was on my knees begging for my
life and a North Vietnamese officer was pointing a pistol in my face.
I could see his finger tightening on the trigger.
Just as he pulled it I came up fighting for my life, and threw my wife out of bed and against the wall of our apartment.
It scared her badly; scared me worse.
But we journalists were so sure that we were immune to all we witnessed in combat. After all we talked about our experiences among ourselves.
So I just moved on with my life and career.
Later I noticed that with the arrival of fall each year, November to be precise, I went just a bit crazy. I thought
it was seasonal depression until in 1986 or 87 when I attended my first reunion of my old 1st Cavalry Division buddies.
A light went on in my head.
We were ALL a bit crazy at that time of year and for good reason.
We also found that getting together and sharing the stories helped us all smooth things out so we could go on for another year.
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Journalists deploy to war zones and others areas of catastrophe on an almost daily basis.
How much preparation are they given for dealing with what they encounter?
Not very much, at least during my 43 years of covering America’s wars.
First time we ever tried to help the greenhorns heading for combat for the first time was in 2003 as Knight Ridder was preparing to send 37 reporters to war.
In 2002 at a Marine Combat Correspondents reunion in Florida I suggested that the military would do well to offer a boot camp of sorts for novice correspondents.
The Marine Corps chief of information took notes and called me later to tell me that the
Pentagon was going to act on my idea. Knight Ridder asked me to write a memo for our reporters telling them how to cover so dangerous an operation without getting killed out of
ignorance.
You can find a copy of that memo by Googling it, I believe.
You have remained good friends with several journalists from your days in war zones.
Do you all ever talk about those times and the effect of all that upon you?
Several of my old good friends from those days have gotten together a few times and talk of those times and all the friends who were killed trying to see and report the truth of war.
We don’t focus so much on if, or how much, we were damaged by what we witnessed or participated in.
What was the worst case of PTSD you ever came across?
Soldier or journalist?
The worst cases of PTSD are usually confined for treatment in a VA facility.
I have had some journalists coming home from recent wars seek me out basically to ask me if I thought they were going crazy.
I assured them that theirs was a normal reaction to the horrors of war and urged them to get some help.
After the beginning of the Iraq War my own employer Knight Ridder hired psychologists who interviewed returning war correspondents, and checked up on them periodically to make sure they were OK.
What do you think the general public fails to understand about PTSD?
I really can’t speak for the general public and what they know or don’t know about PTSD.
Or about war itself.
If you haven’t seen war up close and personal you really can’t know what it is and what it does to those on the field of battle.
It seems to me that journalists are even more reluctant than soldiers to seek treatment for PTSD.
Do you have an observations about why that might be so?
Soldiers and journalists alike are reluctant to seek treatment, and for the same reason: A fear that it is a confession of fear, and may damage your career.
I long ago worked out my own way of dealing with PTSD, and that is simply to utilize each day to its maximum potential, working to make this world a better place for our having survived and their having died.
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How has your own PTSD affected you?
I notice that as the years dwindle down to a precious few I weep a lot more often as the memories cross my mind.
A photo of a young widow sprawled atop the grave of her soldier husband at Arlington Cemetery leaves me choked with grief and sobbing aloud.
I used to believe that time would let those memories fade and allow me a measure of peace.
I know better now. We aren’t allowed to forget; we aren’t supposed to forget.
As long as even one of us remembers them our friends are not dead.
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Employers shy away from hiring people who have been diagnosed with PTSD.
Should they?
There should be no employer penalty or refusal to hire those who have suffered from PTSD.
They are not insane.
Their reaction to what they have seen, what they have done, what has happened to them is normal.
All they need is some counselling and some understanding.
They are good people.
Do you think Gold Star family members can suffer from PTSD even though they have never been in a combat zone?
Absolutely. The families of the fallen have suffered the most grievous wound of all. They have seen a loved one sacrificed in a war, and theirs is a pain that never heals, never goes away.
If we have a loved one suffering from PTSD what kind of things should we know/do to help them?
Urge them to get some counselling; to spend some time talking with others afflicted by PTSD. Understand what has brought them to that point.
Love them. Hold them. Comfort them.
Tell them that they will get better, and help them get there. – Joe.
Reprinted with Joe and Karen’s approval.
“I consider myself one of you,” Joe Lee Galloway told the Soldiers in the audience.
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Joe Lee Galloway, a civilian Reporter, “When I first went to war.”