Lancer
Friends
This page
is dedicated to contributions from the friends of Lancers.
Contacts
by friends:
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Dennis Kreish |
(17th
AHC) |
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Bob Clewell |
(A/101st
Avn.) |
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Wayne
Capps |
(A/158th
Avn) |
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Ken
Mayberry |
(C/
158th Avn) |
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Tommie
McFarlin |
(D/158th
Avn) |
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Mike Sloniker |
(174th
AHC) |
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Marvin
Green |
(C/158th
Avn) |
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Larry
Frazier |
(C/158th
Avn) |
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Robert
Owens |
(A/158th
Avn) |
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Albert
Sass |
(A/158th
Avn) |
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Roy M Ahalt |
(D/158th
Avn) |
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Chuck
Rollins |
(Air
Cav Trp 11th ACR) |
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David
Culbertson |
(C/158th
Avn) |
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Rick
Siler |
(A/158th
Avn) |
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Hal Loyer |
(C/159th
Avn) |
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Joe
Kline |
(B/101st
Avn) |
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Juan
Souto |
(Argentina
Army) |
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David
W. Carnline |
(D/158th
Avn) |
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Dave
Ballard |
(B/159th
Avn) |
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Mark
Whitt |
(A/377
Arty) |
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Alan
Hardin |
(D/158th
Avn Modern) |
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Gary
Smith |
8-101st
AVN |
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Randy Goulette |
(C
158th Avn) |
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Hannibal
Bray |
(Former
Commander, B 5/101 Avn) |
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Richard
Bittle |
(A 101
Avn) |
Pictures
sent in:
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Chuck
Rollins and his Hog |
Chuck Rollins and his daughter Lisa at one of the 'Shadow of
the Blade' LZs |
Chuck's
Hog |
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Alan
Hardin's new Redskin patch
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Chuck's
11th ACR Patch
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More from
Juan Souto in Argentina
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Juan
Vuelo |
Lancer
Decal on 684 |
Hello
LANCERS!
This picture was taken yesterday July 17th at 1100 hours in Buenos Aires. The
17684 on active duty and healthy. Cap. Luis "Trueno" Guillot is the
AC. I am the Peter Pilot. Cpl Orue the
CE.
Regards
to all, Juan Souto
From Juan Souto in Argentina
Hope everything is ok over there. I will try to get some time and read all the
news at the Lancers page! Happy to know the good news from Dennis also.
Finally, we celebrate our dinner
the 21st of May. Unfortunately it was a terrible day.
Weather was awful and 8 members were unable to reach the Army base because of a
flood. 2 of the members phoned us during dinner while on service with the Huey
assisting civilians on another flood in Santa Fe province, north from Buenos
Aires.
We were a few, but we had a very
nice time together and 5 hours talking about flying and living with
the Huey, remembrances of hard experiences and also a
moment for a toast to our veterans. Everybody was enthusiastic and loved the
picture you sent to me, so we took a picture giving our salute to the
Lancers and all veterans of the 101st.
Also showed the Lancer patch and
CCN to my friends. It was great!
Juan
From left to right:
Maj Fernando Dominguez. Huey pilot (active) Chief of Support Company 604.
Maj Rodolfo De Luca. Huey Pilot ((active) Chief of Attaq Sqd 602. He is in charge of
Huey # 17684.)
Myself. (Juan Souto) Sgt Gustavo Ibarra. Crew chief + mechanic (retired).
LTC Jorge Svendsen. Huey Pilot (Retired). He is the one who recovered the pilot
from the water during the War in the South Atlantic. You have the drawing on
the calendar.
From Juan
Souto of the Argentine Army. Two of our fine old Lancer ladies are still flying
high in the army of Argentina.
Some nice shots of their current winter and one for you golfers.
Sent in
by Ghost Rider Albert Sass:
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68-16326 |
67-17684
& 68-16326 |
Last
Breath
Sent in by Ghost Rider Albert Sass
I am so
tired, so weary, I must stop, and I must rest. I can not go on. As my weapon
falls to the damp earth, I drop to the ground and stretch out. As I lay on my
back staring up at the night sky, the stars seem brighter than I have ever
before seen them. I hear the sound of the insects, and
the trickle of water from somewhere near, all the night sounds seem so clear
and have a pleasing sound that soothes and relaxes me. I feel a gentle breeze
caressing and cooling my hot sweaty skin.
My Comrades are standing all around, looking down at me with such
sadness on their faces. I can not seem to understand, is something wrong? Can
they not see the beautiful stars; can they not listen and enjoy nature's night
song? I do not understand, but I can not seem to tell them. No matter, they are
moving on with their funny hats, and their sad painted faces that seem so out
of place here. They start off down the dark, damp trail, taking the little
sacks they carry on their backs and the weapons they carry as if an extenuation
of their arms. They must be in an awful hurry, for I can no longer see or hear
them. However, I can still hear the gentle sounds, and oh those beautiful
stars. They seem so near, so bright, so comforting, I must stay just a little
longer, then I will catch up to my friends. My bright stars are fading to
black, and the beautiful sounds of the night are growing dim in my ears. I am
so very tired, all I want is to close my eyes and go to sleep, but something is
wrong, my eyes will not close, I can not blink. My stars are gone, and all is
silent. The gentle breeze is still there, but I wish it would stop, for I am
getting very, very cold. Colder than I could have ever imaged. Suddenly a
soft whisper reaches my ears, telling me all will be OK, and the terror that
was starting to grip me is gone and a calmness settles within me. Standing
above me is my dad; he smiles and kneels at my side. He reaches over and gently
closes my eyes with a loving touch I had not felt sense his death, and once
again I am warm, and all is well. My Comrades will have to go on without me,
for now I understand, and I know I will never travel from this place.