Here are some pictures of one of the people I admire most. This is Ken Coskey. He was a squadron mate of my dad in Sanford, Florida back around 1960. They were in VAH-1, a heavy attack squadron flying the A-3D (which was referred to as "All 3 Dead", in some dark Naval Air humor, because there were three crew members and no ejection seats; instead, egress was through a hatch on the bottom of the plane).
VAH-1 Squadron Patch (the A-3D was a nuclear delivery plane; hence the mushroom cloud)
Ken volunteered for Vietnam and flew the A-6 over there. This is a two-man attack airplane, capable of carrying about 12,000 lbs of ordnance (more than a B-17 carried in WWII). Here are some photos of him next to (and seated in) his A-6 on the carrier deck, getting ready to go "downtown."
He was flying a night reconnaissance mission off the aircraft carrier America on Sept. 6, 1968, when his A-6A Intruder was shot down over North Vietnam and crashed on an island in the Song Ca River, southeast of the city of Vinh. He ejected from the aircraft before it crashed and landed in thick brush, twisting a knee. His bombardier-navigator was rescued by a U.S. helicopter, but Ken was captured by the North Vietnamese. I remember this very well. I was 13 years old at the time and knew Ken's two children, both a little younger than me.
He had a broken kneecap and was beaten by villagers before being driven in the back of a truck to Hanoi and imprisoned. He spent a year and a half in solitary confinement.
Ken was released with 590 other Americans in Operation Homecoming in the spring of 1973.
Here is his return to American soil.
Though he flew with my dad, Ken and I became very good friends, based on our mutual love of flying.I took him for a flight in my 2-seat Grumman American Yankee and he talked me into flying it down with him to Pensacola Florida to see an old Navy buddy of his who flew the RA-8, supersonic reconnaissance airplane. We flew from Clinton, MD (near Andrews AFB) to Pensacola Florda and never got higher than 1000' agl. That was his request, to fly low level. It was a great way to see the country, but I had to clean a lot of bug smashes off the windshield and leading edges of the wing.
Later, I was co-owner of a Piper Turbo Arrow with Ken and three other guys. We flew quite a bit together and when he died in June 2013, I spoke at his funeral. I considered it an honor, as most of the other speakers were Vietnam POWs who had shared that experience with Ken.
I will never forgive our President for calling our men in uniform suckers and losers. And Ken will always be a hero to me, despite the fact that he was shot down. In fact, maybe
because of the fact he was shot down and endured so much and still returned filled with a deep, abiding love for this country and for the United State Navy. He once told me that joining the Navy was the best thing he ever did.
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