Sister Seeks Crew of Swift 2-1 & 2-2 Regarding
the MEDEVAC of Her Brother
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LAST UPDATED: JANUARY  23,  2000

Dear Sir,
My name is Grace Walsh.  My brother's name was L/Cpl David James Pugh, he was kia 3-15-69, 3 mi. south of Da Nang.  He was in Golf Co., 2nd BTN, 1st Mar, 3rd PLT.  I've been looking for some of his old buds in a personal effort to try and make some sense of my family's loss.  I hooked up with Gene'o Csuti from Colorado at golf28 homepage. http://www.diac.com/~golf28/home.htm

After reading his medivac account of what happened that day, I couldn't help but think of the brave young men flying those birds and felt drawn to find them and personally thank them for risking their own lives to try and save my brothers and his  comrade Anthony Morina.  Our family has suffered much over these past 30 yrs, but that is only an inkling of what you all must have suffered after making it back.  I don't know if there is any way you can track down the pilot(s) who came in on that bird that afternoon without any gun ship support, but I would be most honored if I could just say, "thank you" to them.  My finding all you guys is bittersweet for me but can only help us all to heal.  You guys certainly were the few, and my brother's family remains proud.  Please contact me if you can put me in touch with anyone who might have been there.  My heartfelt thanks to you all.  May you all find peace in this new millenium.

Semper fi!
Grace Walsh


(With the consent of Gene'o Csuti, a copy of his narrative regarding LCpl. Pugh follows)

David J. Pugh LCpl. 2329069
Charlestown, Ma
United States Marine Corps
Golf Company, 2nd Battalion,
1st Marine Regiment, ,
1st Marine Division
KIA 15 March
29W 48

David Pugh was a good friend, he came to Golf about the same time I did, the night before he got killed we had shared some letters we had gotten from the world.  What still sticks in my mind about David is his heavy beard, it's funny something like that would stick in my mind.  Maybe cause most of us did not have to shave much probably is the reason that's how I remember him.  David is also the one who I remember being winched up to the chopper strapped to the jungle penetrator stretcher and he went up after Tony.

Tony was a fairly new guy, a whop from New York, I mean just like the godfather, he was fluent in Italian.  We got along from the start cause my home town is about 70% whop and I could understand a little of the language, I remember we always talked about the C-Rat spaghetti and how we could never figure out how come the guys liked it.

Third Platoon of Golf was at a fire base south west of Marble Mountain, it was a pretty good fire base and it had a small lake next to it.  A small lake ment that you could get a bath, every day if you wanted and you did not have to wait for it to rain.  The rest of the company was divided up, one platoon at the last guard tower leaving Da Nang and one platoon guarding a POW compound.  The platoons rotated every couple of weeks and I had ended up at the fire base with 3rd platoon.

We had a real squirrel for a Co., his nick name was the Weasel, and one look at his face you knew why.  Again I mean not to generalize but this was one officer that thought he knew it all, and enlisted were to be looked down on.

On the 14th of March I had taken a message from Battalion that a prisoner had given information of underground bunkers about a mile or so from the fire base.  Well, on the morning of the 15th the Weasel decide to go out with two squads from third platoon, I went out with the temporary Company Commander Lt. Weasel.

We had gotten to the area where the underground bunkers were supposed to be and searched and swept the area all morning.  Finding nothing, we were breaking for chow and the Weasel told me to write up a sit rep for Battalion.  A couple of us mentioned to the Weasel about being nervous breaking for chow right on the coordinates where the underground bunkers were supposed to be, we wanted to move to another location.  The Weasel said we did not find anything in 3 hours of searching and sweeping so there must not be anything here, cause we did not find anything, so here we stay.  I had finished writing the sit rep, the Weasel had looked it and said it was OK, send it, he then said he was going to take a leak and wandered off.

I was about half way through sending the sit rep when I heard AK's open up, they opened up *INSIDE* our perimeter.  I glanced up from the sit rep to see two NVA Soldiers come out of the ground.  I drew down with my 16 but could not shoot, cause if I missed, I would be shooting into my guys.  The NVA just popped out of the ground and sprayed the area with their AK's, we could not shoot until a NVA Soldier moved into the clear.  My radio started up, I had been talking to Battalion when the shooting started and they had heard the shooting, Battalion wanted to know what was going on and where the Weasel was.  I told them I had no idea where the Weasel was and basically gave them a quick sit rep, and said any kinda of arty support was out of the question cause we were mixed in with the NVA.  I remember about five minutes of this NVA Soldiers just popping out of the ground, all one sided, their side.  I was on a little hill, not very high, and running up came Gary Belden with Tony Morina over his shoulders.  Tony had been shot in the head and he was almost dead, I asked Gary to stay and cover me and Doc Beeman as I would get a medevac going.  Doc Beeman, started on Tony and I started the calling the medevac with the gunfight still going on.  A couple of minutes later Hillbilly brought in David Pugh.  David had taken three AK's in the chest and stomach area, he was not too bad except for being gut shot.  We watched Hillbilly start back and all of a sudden a NVA soldier came out of the ground 10 feet in front of Hillbilly.  We raised our 16's but could not shoot as Hillbilly was between us and the NVA.  Hillbilly raised his 16 and it jammed, the NVA started to raise his AK and we thought Hillbilly was wasted.  The next we knew Hillbilly was running at the NVA waving his arms and screaming at the top of his lungs.  The NVA froze trying to figure out what the fuck Hillbilly was, hesitation cost him his life.  Hillbilly hit the NVA with his 16, grabbed his AK and shot the NVA with his own damn weapon.  God Dammest thing I have ever seen.!!!!

My radio came alive with a Swift bird checking in...

Golf 28..Swift 2-1

Swift 2-1..Golf 28, Have you insight 1 mile, vector 220 degrees relative.  Also be advised Swift 2-1, the landing zone is HOT and not secure at this time.!!!  Please be advised that I will need a jungle penetrator and stretcher and winch as there is not a big enough opening for you to set down in. No time estimate on secure landing zone, medevacs are EMERGENCY and close to KIA.

Now I had not heard any gun birds come up on the radio and we did not have time to wait for them as Tony was almost gone and David was real bad.  I figured that the Swift birds would orbit and wait for gun birds, just something a Grunt on the ground came to accept. But it made it safer for getting our guys out.  Just then the radio came alive again;

Golf 28..Swift 2-1, If your guys could just hold their own, my gunners and Swift 2-2's gunners have a good fix on your people,  I will hover over you and lower the stretcher.

Man I thought this Chopper Driver is fuckin crazy, he's hovering over us holding about 100 feet and makes a big target.  But then I thought I gotta stay below him helping with the wounded so I guess we were even.  I don't remember Tony Morina going up, he went first, but I remember watching David Pugh going up, AK rounds hitting the chopper thinking to myself the chopper  is going to be shot down and crash on us.  The chopper was really taking hits now and the driver pulled full pitch and banked away from us before David was inside that's the last I ever saw of David or Tony.  I later called NAS and inquired about David and Tony, NAS told me that Tony was KIA on arrival and David went KIA getting to the table.

Another day in the life and death of a Marine Grunt.

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