BLISS, RONALD GLENN
Deceased 02/08/2005
Name: Ronald Glenn Bliss
Rank/Branch: United States Air Force/O2
Unit: 33 TFS
Date of Birth: 22 March 1943
Home City of Record: San Diego CA
Date of Loss: 04 September 1966
Country of Loss: North Vietnam
Loss Coordinates: 211600 North  1055100 East
Status (in 1973): Returnee
Category:
Aircraft/Vehicle/Ground: F105D
Missions:
Other Personnel in Incident:
Refno: 0446
Source: Compiled by P.O.W. NETWORK from one or more of the following: raw
data from U.S. Government agency sources, correspondence with POW/MIA
families, published sources, interviews.
REMARKS: 730304 RELEASED BY DRV
SOURCE: WE CAME HOME  copyright 1977
Captain and Mrs. Frederic A Wyatt (USNR Ret), Barbara Powers Wyatt, Editor
P.O.W. Publications, 10250 Moorpark St., Toluca Lake, CA 91602
Text is reproduced as found in the original publication (including date and
spelling errors).
RONALD G. BLISS
Captain - United States Air Force
Shot Down: September 4, 1966
Released: March 4, 1973
                   
Having graduated from the United States Air Force Academy in 1964, and after a
brief two months vacation in Europe, I entered Pilot training in August 1964
at Reese Air Force Base, Texas. There I met a pretty young coed at Texas Tech
named Charlene Wallace. After one year of courtship, we were married at my
next duty station, Las Vegas, Nevada. Having spent part of my honeymoon at
survival school at Reno, Nevada, I returned to Nellis AFB, Nevada to enter
F-105 training.
Just prior to departing for Thailand, our son Erik was born. The next time I
would see him I would find him almost seven years old!
I arrived in Southeast Asia in June of 1966, after a week in the Philippines
for jungle survival school. Seventy-five days later, my F-105 was in flames
over Hanoi and I soon found myself in the prison of that same city.
As I left the dark cells of Hanoi, I returned to discover the cohesive bonds
of my family were perhaps even stronger. Our son Erik was just completing the
first grade; Charlene was an experienced mathematics teacher in a junior high
school of Temple, Texas-her home.
The roots of life have been deeply implanted during an era of imprisonment. If
knowledge and empathy are virtues, then I should be pursuing a noble course.
Soon we'll all return to Texas where I'll enter the Baylor Law School. But
knowledge by itself is sterile without faith, inspiration, and work. Life is
for those who are strong enough to really live it; and I am not ready to die.
Ronald Bliss and his wife Charlene lived in Texas until his deathj at age 61
of cancer on 02/08/2005.

TEXAS LAWYER, September 27, 1999
Patent Bliss
IP Lawyer and Former POW Ron Bliss Learned the Hard Way How to Be a Leader
by NATHAN KOPPEL
  It has been a whirlwind lately for Ron Bliss.
  The Houston lawyer is featured in "Return With Honor," a critically
  acclaimed documentary on Vietnam prisoners of war that opened in Houston
  Sept. 17 following earlier runs in Washington, D.C., New York and Los
  Angeles. Besides the usual opening night and premiere parties that
  accompany a film, Bliss has had to contend with a horde of local and
  national media outlets clamoring to talk to him about his experiences in
  Vietnam. He says he hardly remembers what it is like to practice law.
  The attention is well-deserved. It is impossible to watch "Return With
  Honor" and the POWs' accounts of the humiliation and torture they suffered
  and not think of Bliss as a hero.
  While he may be a media darling, Bliss, 56, has earned a deeper,
  more-lasting admiration among the people who know him first and foremost
  as an intellectual property lawyer.
  His colleagues at Fulbright & Jaworski in Houston praise him as a source
  of constant humor and positive energy. As head of the firm's IP department
  since 1987, he is also credited with spearheading his department's
  explosion from about seven to 70 lawyers.
  "It is a hot [IP] market," says Jim Repass, a partner in the firm's
  18-lawyer IP section in Houston. "We have lost folks like everyone. But
  one of the things that we have going for us, whether we are trying to hire
  people initially or keep those people, is that they aren't going to find
  another Ron."
  One of Bliss' signature habits, says John Mings, a fellow IP partner in
  Houston, is to make daily rounds through the section and joke with
  everyone on the staff, from partners to file clerks.
  "I've never met a hipper IP lawyer than Ron. They are usually such stiff
  cats," he says.
  Bliss says he tries to lead Fulbright's IP section, not merely administer
  it, by inspiring team members to maximize their potential. He also takes
  team morale very seriously. In fact, he has done such a good job of
  conveying his mantra "life is too important to take seriously," he says,
  that he sometimes steps aside and lets others beat the drum.
  "One of the associates will come into my office at an appropriate time,"
  Bliss says. "He can kind of sense it and say, 'Now hear this: We are
  going to have an attitude adjustment at the Four Seasons [Hotel] bar at 5
  o'clock. Be there, Bliss is buying.' "
  This is not to suggest that Bliss has become superfluous. When he was out
  for six months in late 1998 and early 1999 undergoing successful treatment
  for melanoma, it nearly crippled the section, says Repass.
  "We were running on neutral. Leadership is hard to replace."
  The Hanoi Hilton
  Bliss, unfortunately, picked up his leadership skills the hard way.
  On Sept. 4, 1966, about two months after landing in Vietnam, the Air Force
  lieutenant was making a bombing run outside of Hanoi when his plane was
  hit.
  He says he punched out of the plane just below the speed of sound and when
  he awoke he'd been captured. He had a dent in the back of his head and
  every one of his joints was sore, but the fun, he says, was just
  beginning.
  Bliss was taken to a prison in Hanoi that the POWs later termed the Hanoi
  Hilton. Worse still, he was jailed in the "Heartbreak Hotel," a
  particularly gruesome set of cells within the prison where POWs slept with
  leg irons on.
  For the next 2,374 days - over six years - he would go to bed at night
  wondering whether he would ever make it back to his wife, Charlene, and
  young son, Erick, who was born just before Bliss left for Vietnam.
  Like the other men profiled in "Return With Honor," Bliss was tortured for
  tactical information. The worst torture method is what the prisoners
  called the Vietnamese Rope Trick. Bliss says he suffered a version of the
  rope trick, which involved guards placing him face down with his wrists
  manacled behind him. They then tied his arms with rope, ran a bamboo pole
  through the ropes, and cranked the pole with increasing amounts of
  pressure.
  Bliss' recounting of the torture, in a deep, steady voice, perfectly
  captures his indomitable spirit.
  "It brings everything back to a point. First your wrists, you think they
  are going to break and sometimes they do, and then your elbows and
  sometimes they do, and then your shoulders and sometimes they come out of
  the socket. I've still got a loose left shoulder. It doesn't help my golf
  game, but it is a good excuse."
  Bliss was released March 4, 1973.
  There are a few residual traces of anger - Bliss admits that if God were
  to give him five minutes of time with a few of the guards, he could
  inflict some serious bodily injury.
  But, he says, he was determined when he got back that he would not become
  consumed by bitterness.
  He succeeded, and hit the ground running as a civilian. Just months after
  returning home, he volunteered to become re-certified as a fighter pilot
  at Randolph Air Force Base in San Antonio. He later signed up for a
  training program in White Sands, N.M., where he got to defy death again by
  trying out insane maneuvers in supersonic T-38s. On the final day of the
  program, he took his jet up to 55,000 feet - you are not supposed to
  go that high without a pressure suit, he says - where it flamed out
  and dropped 15,000 feet, tail-first, before Bliss could right the craft.
  Bliss then jumped into something even more harrowing. In the summer of
  1974, he started his first year of law school at Baylor University and
  went straight through, finishing 27 months later.
  Play Ball
  People who know and work with Bliss attest to the fact that he does not
  spend a lot of time looking back.
  Bill Pakalka, a Fulbright partner, recounts a 20-hour business trip he
  took with Bliss to Chicago. Due to bad weather, their flight was re-routed
  to Fort Wayne, Ind., where, Pakalka says, they did their part for the
  local economy by logging a few hours at the airport bar. Later, at O'Hare
  Airport, after they had missed their meeting and were faced with another
  delay, they gave a boost to the Chicago economy, Pakalka says. Finally, he
  says, when they got to talking about personal matters on the flight home,
  Bliss mentioned the POW thing.
  "Despite the significance of his experiences in Vietnam, he doesn't wear
  it on his sleeve," says Pakalka.
  Bliss' mental stamina, however, clearly owes something to his time in
  Hanoi.
  Intellectual property cases are often long, complex affairs with parties
  fighting viciously over a product line that can make or a break a company.
  According to colleagues, Bliss nimbly commands such matters. He can get
  very aggressive, Mings says, but he never gets rattled.
  "[Bliss] says, 'No matter what happens in the courtroom, no one can beat
  you up over it.' " "Ron brings . . . enthusiasm to whatever he is doing,"
  adds Nathan Mehan, the general manger of technology for Forth Worth-based
  Union Pacific Resources Co., which has hired Bliss in two cases.
  To illustrate Bliss' zest for life, Mehan tells of the time they were on
  the phone trying to decide whether to hold a business meeting in Fort
  Worth or Houston. After awhile, someone - Mehan won't say who - proposed
  an alternate forum: Jacob's Field in Cleveland, where the Indians were
  scheduled to host a day game.
  Several day's later, glove in hand, Mehan met Bliss at the Cleveland
  airport. With its intermittent down time, Mehan confides, a professional
  baseball game is a great place to talk business.
  "Why not?" Bliss nearly screams when asked about the game. "It was the
  Jake. The Jake. When else are you gonna get a chance to go to the
  Jake."
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02/08
Ron was flying the F105D on a mission against the Nguyen Khe POL storage
facility on September 4, 1966.  He was flying with the 357 TFS, 355 TFW,
from Takhli, Thailand.  He was hit by a 57mm shell, flew 40 miles to the
west of target before ejecting.  20 minutes later, in a follow-on attack,
Tom McNish was shot down on the same target.  Ron and Tom were released on
March 4, 1973.  Ron got his law degree and went to Fulbright & Jaworski,
L.L.P. for his second career.  Ron was born April 22, 1943, flew his final
flight West February 8, 2005.  GBU n CUL.
Mike McGrath