I never knew the name of the pilot who died in a mid-air collision, but the scene always reminds me of Pat Hughes, an engineering student who did co-op sessions when I was working at Rockwell in Statesboro. He was a smart, friendly young man, the nephew and pride and joy of our senior engineer, Howard Hughes (not the aviator). Mr. Hughes didn't have a son, so he loved his nephew like a son. Howard was so proud of Pat, especially after he became a pilot who would serve in Vietnam. Pat died in a situation similar to the one depicted, and his uncle was a broken man.
My first photos at Phouc Vinh will appear in this week's slideshow.
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