Submitted by Spur 38, Mike Billow:
Only a handful of people have won both the Nobel and Pulitzer prizes in literature. One of them was iconic American novelist John Steinbeck. His incredible body of work stretched from Tortilla Flat to Of Mice and Men, from Grapes of Wrath to Cannery Row to East Of Eden. He had a gift for the language that few, before or since, have possessed.
Not widely known is the fact that in 1966-67, a year before his death, he went to Vietnam at the request of his friend Harry F. Guggenheim, publisher of Newsday to do a series of reports on the war. The reports took the form of letters to his dear friend Alicia Patterson, Newsday’s first editor and publisher. Those letters have been published in a book by Thomas E. Barden, Vietnam veteran and professor of English at the University of Toledo. The book is entitled, “Steinbeck on Vietnam: Dispatches From The War.”
I found the following passages relevant to the helicopter pilot’s experience in Vietnam and his ability to weave a vision is just magical. On January 7, 1967, Steinbeck was in Pleiku, flying with Shamrock Flight, D Troop, 10th Cavalry:
“…We are to move to the Huey of Major James Patrick Thomas of whom it is said that he has changed the classic sophist’s question to how many choppers could Thomas sit on the point of a pin.
“Alicia, I wish I could tell you about these pilots. They make me sick with envy. They ride their vehicles the way a man controls a fine, well-trained quarter horse. They weave along stream beds, rise like swallows to clear trees, they turn and twist and dip like swifts in the evening. I watch their hands and feet on the controls, the delicacy of the coordination reminds me of the sure and seeming slow hands of (Pablo) Casals on the cello. They are truly musicians hands and they play their controls like music and they dance them like ballerinas and they make me jealous because I want so much to do it. Remember your child night dream of perfect flight free and wonderful? It’s like that, and sadly I know I never can. My hands are too old and forgetful to take orders from the command center, which speaks of updrafts and side winds, of drift and shift, or ground fire indicated by a tiny puff or flash, or a hit and all these commands must be obeyed by the musicians hands instantly and automatically. I must take my longing out in admiration and the joy of seeing it.
“Sorry about that leak of ecstasy, Alicia, but I had to get it out or burst.”
Never knew he went to RVN. most poetic explanation of flight in RVN. Gee if I had described it that way to the old man we may have got a free trip!
I know whenever I flew I was always impressed by the skill of our pilots, some better then others, but all far superior to my clumsy efforts when given some stick time.
Thanks to Mike Billow for sending this and to you Roger for sharing it with us all. Pretty well expresses the “Why!” we like to drive Helicopters. I am sure that those who went riding with me would describe my flying as something quiet different.