Huey helicopter exploding

What’s Worth Dying For? One Veteran’s Opinion

Dying for the Mission, or Glory?

World War II is the last time an enemy threatened to invade American territory. Since 1945, Americans have fought and died in Korea, Vietnam, Grenada, Panama, Bosnia, Iraq, Afghanistan, and many other places, in support of politically-directed, propaganda-driven, “national interest” conflicts. What’s worth dying for?

AH-1G Cobra gunship
AH-1G Cobra Gunship of F Troop, 4th Air Cavalry

I was 20 years old when I arrived in Vietnam on December 4, 1971. I was a Cobra copilot/gunner, flying combat missions over Cambodia.

After two almost-catastrophic experiences due to in-flight mechanical failures during combat, I volunteered to fly light observation helicopters (LOH, or Loach), scouting enemy positions at low (treetop) level.

Scout Pilot

flying loach helicopter
OH-6 LOH light observation helicopter, or ‘Loach’

People called them ‘bush-bait’ and their mission was known as ‘recon by sacrifice’.

The Crash

crashed loach helicopter
Loaches were famous for their crashworthiness.

In early March, I was piloting a low-level scouting mission when my inexperienced back-seat gunner caused a tear gas grenade to explode in my cockpit, causing our loach to crash upside-down into a hillside.

My two gunners survived and escaped with hardly a scratch. But I was pinned against the ground, unconscious, with the chopper’s turbine engine still running erratically,  in death throes. Te stubby main rotor blade remnants throw continuous geysers of dirt into the air. When I didn’t respond to their shouts and tugs, they assumed I was dead. Expecting the dying loach to explode at any second, they ran away from the throbbing wreckage, leaving me in it.

Dazed, Trapped, Disoriented
My Crashed Loach. What is worth dying for?
My bloodstained seat

I awoke, dazed, sometime after they left. My face was lying against dirt and leaves. The wreckage vibrated as the rotors dug into the hillside.  As you can see in the photo, my seat got twisted rearward, and I couldn’t unlatch my shoulder harness and seat belt. I was trapped. The bloodstains were from minor shrapnel cuts.

After repeatedly trying to unlatch my seat belt, I remember realizing that my death was imminent—if the tear gas didn’t kill me, the struggling turbine engine was sure to start a fire at any moment.

I was tempted to lose hope and give up, but I kept trying. Blinded by the tear gas, and gasping desperately for air, I was finally able to free myself from the seat belt. Then, still blinded and completely disoriented, I escaped through the missing front windscreen and crawled away from the noise, hoping not to get hit by the spinning rotor.


As soon as I escaped the tear gas I started regaining my sight and my bearings. I gathered my crew, who were surprised to see me, and a Huey helicopter crew picked us up a few minutes later.

The Huey crew took us straight to the hospital at Long Binh, where doctors and nurses treated and released us that evening. I spent the next few weeks recuperating from a concussion, a few stitches, and some very severe bruises before the flight surgeon medically cleared me to fly again.

This experience taught me that I wasn’t ‘bulletproof,’ or immortal. It made me think… what is worth dying for?

 What’s worth dying for? Dying for Others

UH-1_Huey Vietnam
UH-1H Huey

After crashing my loach in March ‘72, my new unit assigned me to copilot duties in the Huey platoon. Although this was a demotion of responsibility, I welcomed it. Crashing my loach had shaken my confidence; I needed some time to get my ‘edge’ back.

During the entire month of April ‘72, the North Vietnamese invaded South Vietnam with tanks and tens of thousands of troops. The last American infantry left Vietnam before 1972, so our South Vietnamese Army ground troop allies were forced to retreat, losing a lot of territory to the communists.

Remember, times were much different in 1972 than now. The rebellion and cynicism of that generation are exemplified in movies such as: “Born on the 4th of July, Easy Rider, Platoon, Full Metal Jacket, Rambo, The Deer Hunter, and Apocalypse Now.

  • In the US, hippies and peace-niks taunted soldiers as ‘baby killers,’ spitting on them when they walked through airports.  As a result, few wanted to wear their uniform in public, and some soldiers even bought wigs to conceal their military haircut.
  • Politicians in Washington and Hanoi were in ‘peace talks’ so that America could disengage itself totally from Southeast Asia. Nixon called it “Peace with honor.” Nixon had already withdrawn all American ground troops, leaving aviation units to keep the pressure on Hanoi until Kissinger could negotiate our complete exit from Vietnam and the return of our POWs.
  • Knowing we were fighting an unpopular, lost cause didn’t help morale. Drug use, especially heroin and marijuana, was rampant in American units at the time.  Nobody wanted to be ‘the last one to die.’
USAF F4 Phantom Jet in Vietnam
USAF F4 Phantom Jet

Losing Friends

On May 2, 1972 my flight school classmate Dan Miller and I were flying a Huey on a routine resupply mission when we heard a frantic emergency radio call from Air Force F-4 jet fighter crew. They’d been hit by a missile and were ejecting near the coastline—just a few miles East from our position.

We immediately turned our Huey to rescue them, but then we heard another classmate, John Joseph “JJ” Petrilla, who was copiloting another Huey.  JJ said he had the chutes in sight, so we returned to our planned route, but continued to monitor the rescue on our radio. We heard JJ say they saw where the F-4 pilots’ chutes landed…then, that they’d picked them up… They were ‘climbing out’ with the rescued pilots aboard.

huey helicopter exploding. What is worth dying for?

Then, one of our Cobra pilot’s shouted, “Break Right! Break Right! SAM!!” Then…stunned silence.  A shoulder-fired SA-7 heat-seeking missile hit JJ’s Huey, exploding them in mid-air at 700 feet.

JJ’s fellow crew members, CW2 Jesse Clifton, SP4 Morgan Vernon, and SP4 Porterfield Kyette also died that day. After machine gun fire shot down another Huey nearby (the crew was rescued) commanders decided the area was too hot to extract the bodies. (We recovered their bodily remains two months later after allied ground forces recaptured the territory.)

Fear and Desperation

That night, back at our small island base, I felt like my life’s potential was being wasted for nothing, and I was sorry that I’d never live to see my grandchildren.

I remember consciously and seriously considering shooting myself in the foot, in order to escape the war alive. But the risk of dying couldn’t overcome the certain shame of being a coward.


I walked out onto the beach and prayed. “God, I don’t know you, and I know I’m not worthy, but if you get me out of this I’ll serve you.”

 What’s Really Worth Dying For?

If I had died when I crashed my LOH, would my death have been worth it? What good would I have achieved? I’d say “None.” At the time, I was trying to find and kill ‘enemy’ human beings, whom I didn’t know or dislike, because some US government policy bureaucrats (had previously) wanted to make a point about stopping communist expansion in Southeast Asia. I emphasized “had previously” because by 1972 they knew their point wasn’t going to be made, but they were having trouble extricating themselves from the quagmire they’d created.  In the meantime, good people were dying on both sides. So, dying ‘for the cause’ was meaningless.

Or, do you think God would give me credit for patriotically supporting my country’s national interests at the expense of my fellow man? No, I don’t think so. When I stand before Almighty God at the final judgment, I would’ve been speechless.

In contrast, JJ and his crew risked their lives to save others. Even though the dice rolled against them and they were killed, they died in the selfless act of trying to save strangers.

In Conclusion – What’s worth dying for?

You have only one life to give, and nobody knows when circumstances will call upon you to risk your life. So, I suggest you pre-decide what you are willing to sacrifice your life for.

Ask yourself–what’s worth dying for?

  1. Will you risk your life following orders to achieve the current ‘interests’ of incumbent politicians?
  • Isn’t that what Hitler’s henchmen did? Wasn’t “I was just following orders” their excuse?
  • The realization that I could no longer support “national interest” as justification for the government’s use of military force caused me to exit my military career.
  • Every nation’s propaganda machine paints a patriotic picture, waves the flag, and calls its troops heroes, but the Bible says God will destroy all earthly nations because of their evil practices when the Messiah returns. There are no moral nations on the earth; all are corrupt in varying degrees.
  1. Will you risk your life to save others? I suggest that this is the only valid reason to risk your physical life.
  • Policemen and firemen (and everyone else) should risk themselves only to preserve life; not to preserve or protect property. No property is worth your life.
  • Soldiers should only risk their lives (or use force against others) to defend their nation’s territory against invasion, or to save lives. At the final judgment before God, every soldier must account for what they’ve done.

Overcoming PTSD

Like many combat veterans, I did things that I’m now ashamed of. But, full forgiveness is available now through repentance and the blood of Jesus. I’m not a psychiatrist. but from experience and observation I believe PTSD is caused by a combination of (1) guilt and (2) fear.

  • There’s no reason to suffer with guilt tormenting you. Repent of your sins and receive forgiveness by the blood of Jesus.
  • After you receive God’s forgiveness, and start walking in His Spirit, there’s nothing to fear. If you’re injured or die while walking in God’s will, God will reward you. So there’s nothing left to fear, from God or man.
  1. Will you give your life as a disciple of the Messiah, Jesus?

Jesus doesn’t just call us to risk our lives; He calls Christian disciples to give themselves as living sacrifices, as He did for us.

  • Soldiers, policemen, and firemen risk their lives to help others, but they hope to survive through each dangerous situation.
  • Disciples of Jesus are to be like the ancient samurai, reckoning themselves already dead in this world. We are to “reckon yourselves dead to sin, but alive to God in Christ Jesus” so that the Spirit of Christ can be revealed through us. (Romans 6:8-11)

I think of it this way…I believe I died in 1972 in that loach crash, but then God brought me back to this world. My life since then is a gift, and I owe it to the Lord Jesus Christ—who loves us and gave Himself for us. He is the perfect human model to emulate in my life, and (I hope) yours.

Jesus gave His life, His soul, and His blood for me; He is the only one worthy to give my life to.

Jesus on the cross. He is what is worth dying for.


  1. Great article and hits home to this Iraq veteran. Some things never change I guess. Young men want very badly to believe the things they are told about patriotism. Young men grow up quickly in the military and realize that some of the things they believed weren’t true at all. I am thankful that my time in the military led me to find Jesus as well.

  2. Dear Dr Tom,
    Thank you for this veterans story of your time in Vietnam. This was an extremely difficult and sad war for all the nations involved but especially for the USA as your losses were just too severe. Please do not feel any guilt…..its not yours. God found you which is wonderful.
    There is no need to respond to my comments. I stumbled across your message when I was researching helicopter images and as with all stories of the war – found it very poignant and sad. I say the Rosary now and again – for all those NZ and OZ headstones around the world in all of the military dedicated sites. With your story in mind I will include USA heli crews now too. Blessings to you Dr Tom.

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