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Into The Killing Zone
(CPT. O’Donnell & RT Pennsylvania)
March 24, 1970
By Col. Donald Summers, Edited by
Robert Noe.

Captain Michael Davis O’Donnell
A NOTE TO THE READER:
All of the stories compiled for the 170th
and SOG are verified through as many different sources
as available. In this case After Action Reports, Aircraft
Incident Reports, as well as interviews with personnel
present, and POW/MIA reports were consulted. However,
in this story I asked CWO James Lake to write the
story in his own words for me and I would extrapolate
the data and use it, as is my custom. Jim’s own writing
was so vivid and well written, that a good bit of
the above story was merely copied over from Jim’s
own writing and used verbatim. Jim and Mike O’Donnell
were close friends, and that passion of friendship
shows through in the telling of this story.
The NVA had enjoyed years of sanctuary in Cambodia
and Laos, free from the war in Vietnam, with the exception
of the ever present threat of SOG Teams who roamed
the rugged mountains in search of them. Major hospitals,
training centers, and rest and recuperation areas
had been established in these areas, free from artillery
barrages, attacks by ground troops, and while subjected
to bombings, free of the massive bombing runs that
racked North Vietnam daily. 1970 was to be the year
the NVA were to lose their sanctuaries, as well as
their safety from enemy forces of the Americans and
South Vietnamese Armies.
With the Prince of Cambodia deposed, and the new
Prime Minister an avid enemy of the NVA, movements
began immediately to seize control of the Cambodian
countryside, thus securing the NVA supply routes and
sanctuaries. Back in Washington, there was little
doubt of what was going to happen, nor the NVA reaction
to the events. Plans were already underway to invade
Cambodia with joint forces of American and ARVN Forces
later in the year. SOG Teams from all three sectors,
CCC, CCN, and CCS, were to recon the interior of both
Cambodia and southern areas of Laos in preparation
for the invasion. Some of the most concentrated efforts
of these initial reconnaissance missions were aimed
at the Ratanakiri Province of Cambodia, a major sanctuary
for NVA and Viet Cong troops.
The Ratanakiri Province area was covered with triple
canopy jungle, shielding most ground activity from
aerial view. This coupled with the high and treacherously
steep mountains that covered the province, made ground
reconnaissance a necessity, as well as a dangerous
and often fatal venture. Insertions and extractions
into the area nearly always consisting of hover holes
which required tight maneuvering and weaving to enter
and exit, rope and ladder extractions, or landing
zones inside of canyons and narrow valleys that were
custom built for cross fire ambushes that no amount
of aerial coverage could prevent.
Three days after Prince Schanouk was removed by the
parliament, and Lon Nol was inserted as Prime Minister,
a flight of Bikinis lead by CWO James Lake inserted
RT Pennsylvania into Ratanakiri Province with the
assignment of determining the size and movements of
the NVA build up of forces seizing control over the
province, and suspected NVA movements to seize control
of neighboring provinces. The team was led by 1Lt.
Jerry Pool, and consisted of SFC John Boronski as
One-One, SSG Gary Harned serving as One-Two, and five
Montagnard Commandos.
Within an hour of being inserted, Pool and his team
were on the run with NVA Counter-recon Hunter teams
on their trail. Moving in a southwesterly direction
from their insertion they fought the heavy jungle
terrain and steep mountain sides at an exhausting
pace. Each time they stopped, the pursuing NVA would
catch up with them and they would have contact, pushing
them further into the mountains to avoid capture.
The first night they managed to set up and gain some
much needed rest, but by first light they were on
the run again, this time the NVA closer than before,
seemingly right on their trail. By night fall of the
second night, Pool and his team were on a constant
dodge and ambush routine with a large force of pursuing
NVA. But nothing was working. Unable to shake their
trail, and unable to rest they began to reach a point
of exhaustion, then the trackers incorporated dogs
into the search.
Exhausted and losing ground fast, Pool called for
a Prairie Fire Extraction on the third morning. His
team had gone as far as they could. They would have
to either abort the rest of the mission, or face death
or capture. They could not evade much longer. Relaying
their emergency situation to SOG, they resume their
evasive tactics up the side of the next mountain.
The morning of March 24, 1970, the crews of four
UH-1 slicks from the 170th and four AH-1G
Cobras assembled at B52 for a brief of the situation
in the field and to review the plan for the day. Red
Lead, the flight lead for the slicks, was WO1 James
E. Lake, flying with veteran pilot and former Green
Beret Jonny Kemper. Lake had been in country for over
11 months, making him the senior AC in the unit. Kemper,
too, had been in country for many months, but, for
much of his tour, he flew Buccaneer guns. He was relatively
new to slicks, but he was a steady and capable veteran
of many fierce battles.
CPT Michael Davis O’Donnell, the Red platoon leader,
flew Red Three. While senior in rank, he was junior
in experience, so he flew wing rather than lead. On
SOG missions, experience equated to survival for the
crews and the teams. By mutual agreement, the most
experienced aircraft commander led the mission, regardless
of rank. O’Donnell’s copilot was WO1 John C. "Hippie"
Hoskin. Shy and retiring, he earned his nickname from
the little round glasses he wore. In the back, was
the crewchief of aircraft 68-15262, SP4 Rudy Becerra
, along with doorgunner SP4 Berman Ganoe. Both men
were veterans of many missions over fence.
The briefing that morning focused on the situation
faced by RT Pennsylvania. At brief time, Pennsylvania
had declared a "Prairie Fire," or tactical
emergency. As soon as the team moved close to an extraction
LZ, the Bikini’s would be called upon to pull them
out. After the brief, the Bikini’s and the Panthers
flew north to Dak To, landed, and began to wait.
In the sky over RT Pennsylvania, circled the Covey
FAC flown by Air Force CPT Melvin Irvin accompanied
by MSG Charles Septer, the Covey Rider. Septer was
in constant radio contact with Lt. Pool and SGT Boronski
on the ground. Pool reported that they had been running
and ambushing all morning, but their pursuers were
right behind them. Septer knew he had to get relief
for the team, or they were not going to make it. He
called for TAC air and soon a flight of A1-E Spads
arrived on the scene.
On the ground, the arrival of the Spads were a welcome
sight, and RT Pennsylvania made some distance between
them and the advancing enemy, as the Spads dropped
CBU and napalm around the team to give them some breathing
room. The napalm slowed down the NVA, but it also
started numerous fires in the dense growth of the
jungle, these fires soon becoming as much of a threat
as the advancing NVA. Pool reported that now, both
the fires and NVA were closing in on them. As the
Spads had been working their area, Septer had been
working on an extraction plan. He radioed back to
Pool, directing the team to move to the nearest available
extraction LZ which was southwest of their position,
near the bottom of a narrow valley with steep canyon
walls. Pool recognized the transmission and again
emphasized the NVA were closing in, he was going to
need more aerial coverage if he as to make it to the
LZ. AT about 1130 hours, Septer called Dak To and
called for the Panthers to provide close air support.
The Panthers scrambled, accompanied by Lake and O’Donnell
as chase birds for the guns. After an approximately
20 minute flight, the four Cobras and two slicks arrived
at the team’s location. The Spads still circled in
the sky above. Below them, the Covey Rider pointed
out Pennsylvania’s location to the gun team, and then
gave coordinating references to the enemy positions
based on the reports from Pool. Immediately, the lead
fire team dove down to fire rockets, 40 mm, and mini
guns at the NVA positions around Pennsylvania. The
other fire team and the two slicks orbited 1500 feet
above the site, waiting for the team to reach the
extraction LZ. The first fire team soon expended their
rockets and ammunition, and withdrawing from the area,
turned back to Dak To to rearm and refuel.
On the ground, the situation facing RT Pennsylvania
was deteriorating. Pool reported that they were back
in contact with the enemy. They were moving as fast
as possible, but the NVA were right behind them. To
reach the LZ from their position they were having
to descend into the valley floor, and then move southwest
some distance.
In the sky above, Lake noted that he had a bit more
than one hour of fuel remaining. Considering Pennsylvania’s
progress, he judged that it would reach the extraction
LZ at about the time the two slicks would be forced
to return for fuel. He instructed O’Donnell to remain
on station as long as possible to cover the guns.
He, meanwhile, would return to Dak To, refuel and
collect the other two slicks for the extraction of
RT Pennsylvania.
Racing back to Dak To, Lake and Kemper discussed
the best way to perform what was sure to be a red
hot extraction. Landing in Dak To, Lake briefed the
other two slicks on their situation. Not only was
RT Pennsylvania in desperate need of extraction. By
the time they would return, O’Donnell and the other
Panthers would need to leave the area to refuel. Time
was critical.
Approximately 45 minutes later, Lake and the other
two Bikini’s were en route back to the LZ. Aboard
one of the slicks was WO William H. Stepp, while the
co-pilot (Peter Pilot) WO Alan Hoffman was at the
controls of the other. Neither pilot had extensive
experience at FOB, and Hoffman was even new to country.
Neither of the newer pilot totally appreciated the
situation until they were airborne and across the
fence, but the reality was coming home fast, and as
the somber flight raced towards the LZ, they monitored
the calls between the FAC and Pool, as the teams situation
deteriorated even further.
Those 45 minutes, Lake and Kemper had been gone,
had been harrowing ones for Pool and RT Pennsylvania.
In continuous contact with the enemy, they were running
through the dense jungle toward the LZ. Lake and the
extraction birds were now ten minutes away. As Pennsylvania
stumbled down a steep slope towards the valley extraction
LZ, Pool fell, and injured his ankle. He reported
that the enemy was right behind them, the fires were
closing in, and he could not move further. He asked
Septer where the extraction birds were. Septer replied
that they were on their way. Pool looked up to the
sky, and saw O’Donnell orbiting the LZ, he desperately
called out to him, "you ain’t got no balls at
all if you don’t come down and get us right now!"
The Bikini’s had a credo they lived by. "You
take them in - you get them out!" Without hesitation,
O’Donnell told Septer that he would make the extraction
alone. Lake intercepted, telling O’Donnell they were
minutes away, to wait. O’Donnell’s reply was simple,
RT Pennsylvania didn’t have a few minutes, he was
going in. Followed by the gun team, O’Donnell swooped
from the sky. Dropping down between the canyon walls
he slowed and hovered over RT Pennsylvania. He waited
at a hover while as the team scrambled through the
dense undergrowth towards his bird.
As the minutes ticked by, Lake and the other slicks
arrived overhead. After about four minutes on the
ground, an eternity, O’Donnell started away from the
LZ. Slowly gathering speed, he climbed toward the
sky. At about 200 feet above the ground he reported,
"I’ve got all eight, I’m coming out." Lake,
Kemper, and the others heaved a collective sigh of
relief. Suddenly, without warning, O’Donnell’s slick
exploded in flames. Raining parts, its momentum carried
it forward some three hundred meters, where it crashed
in the jungle.
After a moment of stunned disbelief, the first voice
over the radio was that of CPT Michael Jimison, Panther
21, who was following O’Donnell down the valley. He
said, "I didn’t see a piece bigger than my head."
Jimison stated that he would move in for a closer
look at the crash site. Making a wide, high speed
orbit of the site, the two Cobras flew back to the
head of the valley, and began a run down the valley
at a speed of close to 200 knots. Suddenly, the canyon
walls lit up with muzzle flashes and tracer rounds.
From the northern wall of the canyon, Lake watched
a white streak flash behind the lead Cobra exploding
against the far wall of the canyon. At the end of
the run, Jimison reported that he could see nothing
in the heavy jungle of the valley floor except smoke
and fire.
Suddenly, a red flash of light followed by a column
of dense black smoke rose from the crash site. Fires
began to burn furiously in the jungle in and around
it. Lake decided to make a closer investigation of
the crash site. He ordered the two chase ships to
remain high, and leaving the other slicks in a high
orbit, he descended through the veil of smoke toward
the crash site. As he approached the valley, he watched
thousands of tracer rounds begin their seemingly lazy
looking arcs from the jungle on the canyon walls,
to flash by all sides of his aircraft. The crash site
was at the bottom of a valley with steep walls populated
by hundreds of NVA soldiers, who were pouring out
small arms fire. From their position on the walls
of the canyon, the NVA could shoot down at any aircraft
attempting to fly through the valley near the crash
site. Lake’s friends, his comrades in arms, lay somewhere
ahead in the midst of a maelstrom of fire and smoke
under the thick jungle canopy. There was nowhere to
land, and hovering was certain death. Lake and Kemper
agreed there was nowhere to go, and nothing left they
could do. From what they saw on the pass through,
with what lay below them in smoke and fire, neither
man believed that any person could have survived the
explosion aboard O’Donnell’s aircraft or the 200 foot
fall that followed it. Lake made a max power climb-out
from the valley, and reluctantly turned away and ordered
the flight to head back Dak To.
O’Donnell, Hoskins, Becerra and Ganoe plus all of
RT Pennsylvania were listed as MIA. Army records show
no indication that another team returned to the area
of the crash until long after war.
On November 16, 1993, during JFA 94-2C, a joint team
investigated the location of crash site. The team
landed by helicopter on the top of the small hill
about 500 meters south of the valley. The team moved
to the reported location of the crash site, but the
one kilometer movement took two and one half hours.
The team searched the area, but no evidence of a crash
site was found.
On January 18, 1994, a joint team interviewed Le
Thanh Minh, of Kontum. Minh reported that in April
1993, while looking for aluminum, he found the crash
site in Cambodia. He said he found human remains,
three dog tags, a first aid kit and a rucksack. He
heard that people from Laos had discovered a watch,
a gold ring, and an AR15 gun. He said that the crash
site was spread over a 100 meter area. He said that
the tail section was visible and was engraved with
the number "262". He gave the dog tags to
the team, two were Ganoe’s and one belonged to Hoskins.
The remains consisted of 15 bones.
In January of 1998, the joint search teams again
entered the area of the crash site, and this time
were successful in locating the aircraft. The remains
of all of the crew and team members inside were recovered,
along with dog tags, weapons, and other personal effects.
These remains are at the Hawaii Veterans Remains Identification
Station now awaiting final verification, and transport
to their respective home of record for proper burial.
After 29 years, the brave men of the 170th
and RT Pennsylvania are coming home in honor.
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