31 August 2023 - Who is not excited that SEC football premiers tonight? Last year, Florida was embarrassed at home by the Pac-12, eking out a slim victory over Utah. Florida was unable to shake that shadow for the entire season; they have the opportunity this evening to redeem themselves in a hostile environment.
Of course, the palpable surge of football fever, fueled by our great coach Josh Heupel and that long overdue defeat of Alabama last year, is going to explode Saturday with UT's opener against Virginia. A remarkable story surrounds their kicker, Matt Ganyard.
This 34 year old Marine Cobra helicopter pilot has retained his NCAA eligibility due to his military service and is going to make his debut before tens of thousands at Nissan Stadium in Nashville. I wonder if this elite marine, a soccer player all his life, will contain his epinephrine rush. I suspect it would be hard to top the first time he utilized the weapons on his Cobra, before the Apache, the most feared of all US aircraft by enemy ground forces (with the possible exception of the A-10 Warthog and AC-130).
As a dental officer with the US Army DENTAC, an annual field deployment was required a few kilometers outside of Fort Rucker. I recall, on one of those deployments, an aviator approaching me and asked if I wanted to go to Birmingham for lunch. I pointed out a 1600 hours class would require my presence; it was 1120 hours at the time. "No problem...", he replied. "... my Cobra will get us there and back with no traffic."
As the copilot seat is in front, a Cobra ride can be exhilarating or terrifying, depending on how much the pilot wants to demonstrate the impressive capabilities of the first true rotary wing gunship.
I previously alluded to my father's combat experience, many details largely unknown due to his reticence and unwillingness to expound on his incredible feats of bravery. I have had the good fortune, however, to have met some of my father's fellow warriors and they have described his actions that would have inspired any soldier.
Regarding the AH-1 Cobra, aka, The Snake, my father's first time seeing one "up close and personal" was after his repeated requests for air support following an ambush by the Viet Cong.
As stated previously in my bio, my father was selected for duty as an "advisor" during the Tet Offensive. Tet in January of 1968 resulted in the more than 4,000 deaths of our blood and treasure. Consequently, Tet became a turning point for the Vietnam conflict.
Pleasing the liberal press, President Johnson refused to refer to these "advisors" with a more appropriate term - combat soldiers - who lead the Republic of Vietnam troops in battle. As my father was a jungle warfare expert and the best trained of any "advisor" in his battalion, he and his platoon were selected to be the point for any battalion level mission. As any infantryman will tell you, point men don't have a long life expectancy, as they are the first to receive enemy fire and lots of it.
On this particular day, my father alerted his platoon of the day's mission. It was a battalion level seek and destroy mission: find the enemy and kill him.
My father had been slogging through rice fields for some while and recognized the slowly narrowing horizon as it related to the rice paddies. The banana trees, lining both left and right of the rice paddies, provided an ideal concealment for enemy ambush. As an infantryman, his concern for ambush increased as those banana trees were getting closer and closer.
Using the newly released AN/PRC-77 field radio (newest upgrade from the AN/PRC-25), with cryptographic capability, issued to special forces initially in 1967, SSG Daw made his battalion commander aware of his concern for potential enemy activity. Safely in the rear of the battalion formation, the Lieutenant Colonel battalion commander assured SSG Daw that it was OK to proceed.
Another 45 minutes or so elapsed. With the rapidly narrowing horizon, my father's Spidey Sense warned him to contact his boss who, once again, encouraged the further advance of SSG Daw's point platoon.
The details of what happened next are truly harrowing; I can still visualize the faces of several of the heroes at one of my father's whole hog North Carolina style barbecues in Jackson, MS., as they recounted the ambush by Chinese, NVA and Viet Cong forces large enough to engage in a battalion level ambush.
My father recalls visually inspecting the banana tree boundaries and, as he was scanning with his binoculars, a large swathe of leaves dropped to the ground, accompanied by the sounds of the machine gun fire arriving a second or two later, laying waste to many of the point platoon .
Casualties were taken immediately, with many gravely wounded or worse. SSG Daw started requests for air support, as the whole battalion was pinned down.
There was no response.
Over an hour passed with no evidence of any support on its way. My father includes this ambush as yet another example of God's grace, as the sound of an approaching helicopter gave hope to the soldiers, many of whom were praying. According to one of the warriors describing this long ambush ordeal, the Cobra pilot tasked SSG Daw to smoke the position of the machine gun emplacement.
SSG Daw, expecting a Huey gunship, saw this narrow and formidable appearing beast appear. Still in awe of what he was seeing, he stood straight up and tossed a smoke grenade as far as he could and just stood there, upright and fully exposed to enemy fire, watching two missiles launched that passed just over his head on their way to the destruction of the enemy position.
CSM Daw still has a special place in his heart for Cobra pilots, so he will, doubtless, support any of this marine's kicks ...
An anecdote and further evidence of God's sparing us the Gold Family designation, my father had earned some well deserved R and R and took the opportunity to have a beer with other GI's at a bar in Saigon. Now what are the odds of running into the Green Beret captain who had intercepted those desperate requests for air support and dispatched that Cobra? That is exactly what happened; my father bought him a beer. Go Vols!