DAVIS,  EDWARD A.                                photos
RIP 11/07/2006
Name: Edward A Davis
Rank/Branch: 02/United States Navy, pilot
Unit: VA 152
Date of Birth: 16 August 1936
Home City of Record: Morristown PA
Date of Loss: 26 August 1965
Country of Loss: North Vietnam
Loss Coordinates: 171600N 1063900E
Status (in 1973):Returnee
Category:
Aircraft/Vehicle/Ground: A1H
Missions: 57
Other Personnel in Incident: none
Source: Compiled by P.O.W. NETWORK 1996-1997 from one or more of the
following: raw data from U.S. Government agency sources, correspondence with
POW/MIA families, published sources, personal interviews.
REMARKS:021273 RELEASED BY DRV
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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).
                     
EDWARD A. DAVIS
Lieutenant Commander - United States Navy
Shot down: August 26, 1965
Released: February 12, 1973
(PICTURE)  There was a second reunion in the family of released POW Lt. Cdr.
Edward A. Davis today when his wife, Elaine met Ma-Co, a ten week-old puppy
he brought with him from North Vietnam. Davis, 33, was a prisoner of the
North Vietnamese for 7   years. He arrived at the U.S. Naval Hospital for
medical examinations early Thursday morning.
                             
My story is rather simple as I look at it now. I am home and everything is
fine. Elaine and I are expecting our first child in November 1973. MaCo is
well and happy and took to her new  life like a duck to water. One important
point I do wish to make, MaCo was not given to me by a guard. In simple
terms, I adopted her in Hanoi and when it came time to leave, the "V" chose to
let me take  her from the camp in order to avoid trouble (strictly my
opinion). From that point I carried her through the airport ceremony in my bag
and no one was the wiser. You could safely call it a "squeeze play and a lot
of luck."
I am very happy that so many nice feelings have been expressed about MaCo but
at the same time I wish to stress that it is the return of the POWs and the
accountability of our MIAs  that is important. I am proud to have returned
with them and the fact that I happened to bring MaCo is only incidental to the
real story - the return of our men and the days of their imprisonment.
I do not want either my dog or I be to taken for something we are not. I am
an Ex-POW. She is a lucky dog. I think you understand my point.  In short, I
am only one among many. As we all know so well, people can be so nice
Elaine and I have felt the warmth and tenderness and pride of the American
people. We  are so very  grateful. It is a feeling upon which  to build a
future.
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Edward Davis retired from the United States Navy as a Captain. He and Elaine
still reside in Pennsylvania.
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Reprinted with permission of Ted Ballard 12/29/96
Christmases In the Dungeons of North Vietnam
by Ted Ballard
Christmas, 1966
        On December 24th, 1966, I was living in a small twelve feet by
twelve feet cell.  My roommate was Navy Ensign George McSwain.  We had no
contact with other American POWs.  For seven weeks George had been
undergoing a torture that was called "holding up the wall"-standing facing
the wall with his arms straight over his head.  Periodically the guards
would come in and beat him up.  The Vietnamese were torturing George in an
attempt to get me to sign a war crimes confession.  I will not go into any
details, but earlier they had  tortured me for the same thing and failed.
        I had spent two months in a cast, from my left ankle to my chest,
and was now using crutches to hobble around the room.
        As evening approached, a guard came and took George to be
interviewed by some Vietnamese officers.  While he was gone I suddenly felt
the urge to walk without the crutches.  I carried them with me but did not
use them and made it all the way around the room.  I had given myself a
Christmas present and waited impatiently for George to come back so I could
share it with him.
        When George returned he had a few pieces of sugar candy and a
cigarette for each of us.  This was a pleasant surprise since I never
thought the Vietnamese would recognize Christmas.  George said the quiz room
was full of oranges and bananas and we would receive some later.  We never
did.
        Later some Christmas music was played over the camp radio.  A POW
sang two or three songs.   I wondered who he was but never did find out.  It
was a sad Christmas Eve for me.  As we went to bed, George was silent and
despondent.  We did not talk as we normally did.  I could only imagine his
thoughts.  Mine were of my family and Christmases past.
        The gong did not clang as usual Christmas morning.  However, a guard
came by and told George to get "on the wall."  About three hours later he
was taken to quiz and the officer (whom we called Dum-dum) told him that the
Camp Commander had forgiven him of his "crimes"  and he must obey the camp
regulations.  We were both jubilant at this news.
        George's long ordeal was over.  In a way we felt it was a victory
for us since I did not have to write a confession or condemn the United
States government.  Several times I came close to calling a halt to the
torture and writing the statement, but George was a tough man and he took it
as he said he could.
        The Vietnamese gave us a good Christmas dinner-a piece of meat, lots
of rice, and, for the first time, cabbage soup.
Christmas 1967
        The summer and fall of 1967 was a bad time for the POWs.  Many men
were tortured for propaganda purposes, and harassment by the guards was
continuous.
	
        There were about thirty men in our building, three to each room.  My
cellmates were Captain Bob Sandvick and Captain Tom Pyle.
        On Christmas Eve we were taken to view a tree the Vietnamese had
decorated.  We were given some candy and extra cigarettes to take back to
our rooms.  Later in the evening we heard a guard opening the hatches to
each of the cells.  When he came to our cell he asked, "Protestant or
Catholic?"  We told him we were Protestants and he gave us each a small bag
which contained an orange, several cookies. and small pieces of candy. This
was our first "Gift from the Priest."  We found out later that the Catholics
got  a tangerine instead of and orange.  (Only the Lord knows why!) One POW
who was living by himself  told the guard he was neither Protestant nor
Catholic.  The guard closed the hatch without giving him anything!  Next
Christmas he decided to be a Protestant!
	
        Some Christmas music was played over the camp radio.  We also had to
listen to a tape recording by a Vietnamese Catholic Priest.  He allowed that
we should pray to God for forgiveness of our crimes against the Vietnamese
people.
        Bob, Tom, and I reminisced about our families and other Christmases.
It was a quiet evening for us.  Our prayers were for those POWs who were
still suffering from wounds.
        Christmas Day we had a good dinner of meat, vegetables, and rice.
In quantity it was about the size of an average American meal, but about six
times our normal ration.
        The senior ranking officer of our building initiated a "Home for
Christmas" prayer.  Each day at noon a signal was passed to all rooms.  We
would then recite the Lord's Prayer.
Christmas, 1968
        In the spring of 1968, I was moved to another camp.  Living
conditions were somewhat improved.  There were nine of us in a twenty-one by
twenty foot room.  Even though harassment and treatment by the guards was
about the same,  it was great to have more Americans to talk to.  Peace
negotiations had begun in Paris, but by the time Christmas came around our
high hopes for an early settlement had vanished.
        We had continued our daily "Home for Christmas" prayer.  One day one
of the men said, "What will we do if we don't make it home for Christmas?"
Someone answered, "We will continue to pray for next Christmas."
As the season grew nearer the men began writing down the words for holiday
songs.  We used toilet paper, pens made form strips of bamboo, and ink from
a mixture of cigarette ashes and water.  Of course we kept these carefully
hidden from the Vietnamese.
        One of the men received a package from home.  He shared everything
he had with the rest of us.  What a wonderful treat!  Actual goodies from
home!
	Again we received a "gift from the Priest."
        I shall never forget that Christmas Eve.  A group of men quietly
singing such carols as "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" and "Silent Night."
        Before retiring, Jim Hivner  said, "Everybody who believes in Santa
Claus, hang a sock on your mosquito net.  Remember, those who believe will
receive!"
        I did not hang up a sock because I needed to wear them to try to
keep warm.  We each had two thin blankets but I had to use one of mine as
cushion for my bad hip.
        In the quiet of the night, as I had done the two previous Christmas
Eves, I mentally shopped for, bought, and wrapped gifts for Ruth and Kevin.
How are they?  Are they well?  Please, God, let them live normal and happy
lives, and know that my thoughts are with them.  May God bless and keep
them, as well as the other members of the great Ballard family.
        When I awakened the next morning I found a Christmas card inside my
net. The other men had one in their stockings.  Jim Hivner had made them
without any of us knowing about it!
Christmas, 1969
        The first ten months of 1969 were the worst for the POWs. An attempt
to escape had failed and the Vietnamese had retaliated with extreme
brutality.
        In late October, however, a marked improvement in our living
conditions came about. We did not know the reason, but the death of Ho Chi
Minh may have had something to do with it. I believe now that it was the
outstanding support of the American people and the pressure they put upon
the North Vietnamese government that brought about the changes.
        In December we were allowed to write our first letters home. I had
about 800 million things to say to Ruth and questions to ask, but of course
this was impossible in a six-line letter.
        Several of us received packages from home, which we shared. In mine
was a set of thermal underwear for which I was most grateful. One of my
cellmates, Jim Sehorn, had given me one of his blankets. Finally, I could at
least stay warm during those long, sleepless, miserable nights.
        We made Christmas cards for the men in the other buildings. These
were "air-mailed" by tying a rock to the paper and throwing them from our
courtyard to theirs.
        For a Christmas tree, we decorated a small swiss-type broom with
strips of cloth and paper with various designs. Mike McGrath was quite a
good artist and enjoyed doing things with his hands. He used one of his
black pajama tops as a background and drew a tree on it. From paper and
cloth he made stars and other ornaments and attached them to the tree. Small
packages with each of our names were also attached. This was kept hidden
during the day but was hung on the wall in the evenings for our enjoyment.
        We exchanged gifts that Christmas, both real and imaginary. I gave
away gift certificates and treated everyone to a dinner at the Fireside Inn
in Las Vegas. One man, who had lost most of his hair, was given a wooden
comb. I was given ear plugs and a nose clip so I would not be disturbed at
night by nearby neighbors!
        Christmas Eve the guards came around and gave us the "gift from the
priest," also cookies and cigarettes. We were in a good mood and talked and
quietly sang carols til fairly late.
Before retiring we each tied a stocking to our nets. I had saved some peanut
butter candy from my package Ruth had sent and planned to put some in each
man's stocking while they were asleep.  I lay awake for about an hour and
was just about ready to get up when I heard a noise and looked up. A POW was
putting something in my stocking. He moved quickly from net to net and then
sneaked back under his own. Ten minutes later another man got up and did the
same thing. It took almost two hours for all eight of us to play Santa
Claus.
Early Christmas morning I was awakened by a loud shout from Jim Sehorn:
"Merry Christmas, everybody! Get up!. He did it! Santa Claus came! Get up!
Get up!" What a sight - Jim running from net to net pulling everybody out of
bed. Our stockings were full of candy, gifts, and greeting cards.
Later that day the guards came in and removed Mike's shirt with the
decorations on it. He was taken to Quiz and the officers told him they were
impressed with his art and were going to take it to the museum. Mike told
them, "No, you are not." He jerked it off the table and tore it up!
Christmas 1970
In November, 1970, there was an unsuccessful attempt by the United States to
rescue some POWs from a camp at Son Tay. Within the next few days all of the
POWs were moved to downtown Hanoi to a large complex of jails named Hoalo
Prison. We called it the Hanoi Hilton. Finally, after so many years, we were
all in the same camp, with 25 to 56 men per cell. We became better organized
militarily, academically, and religiously.
That Christmas season was a fairly good one for us. Many men had received
packages from home and were allowed to keep the items in their cells.
However, a few days before Christmas, the guards removed everything from the
cells except for what they had given us. In October I had received my first
letter from home, after more than four years as a prisoner. Included in the
letter was a picture of Ruth and Kevin. I prized that picture more than
anything in the world and I cannot describe my feelings when the guard took
it away.
We began again to scrounge materials for academic purposes, etc. We drew
names for gifts. Jim Sehorn gave me a wand and a pendulum to use with my
course in hypnotism. I gave him the use of my services for a whole week to
hold his legs while he did sit-ups and other exercises.
Christmas Eve the men put on an outstanding play. It was the POW version of
Charles Dickens' "Christmas Carol." Scrooge was played by Dave Ford with
Jerry Venanzi directing.
I thoroughly enjoyed the Christmas carols sung by a 15-man choir. The
singing was disrupted once when a Vietnamese attempted to take pictures
through the barred windows.
Again we received a "gift from the priest."
That night was a sad one for me. I was reminiscing over past Christmases
when I had a strong feeling that my Mother had died. (She passed away in
August 1969, but I was not notified until our release.)
Christmas morning I was again awakened by Jim Sehorn - with the same
enthusiasm and excitement. About this time a most fascinating event occurred
- big Tom McNish (six feet, two inches tall) was running up and down the
long room with a large bag slung over his shoulder. Tom was dressed in white
long-handled underwear and continued his prancing until everyone was up.
Then he set down his bag, opened it, and out jumped Santa Claus! Rod Knutson
had on a red suit, black "boots", stocking cap, and a white beard and
mustache! I never found out where or how they scrounged all that material.
Rod then proceeded to give out hilariously funny imaginary gifts to
everyone.
We had an exceptionally good meal Christmas Day, and everyone was becoming
optimistic about going home soon.
Christmas 1971
        Our optimism suffered a setback in early 1971 due to the torturing
of many individuals and especially the senior ranking officers. This was in
retaliation for our attempts to conduct religious services and to gain
improvements in living conditions. The United States had resumed the bombing
of North Vietnam.
        Ten of us had been removed to another large cell along with thirty
four other POWs, all considered to be "die-hards" or trouble makers by the
Vietnamese.
        Christmas, 1971, was about the same as the year before. The choir
sang carols which I thoroughly enjoyed. Six of us non-singers put on a skit
imitating the choir.
        Ed Davis sang a lovely song, one I had never heard before, having to
do with Mary and her unborn child, Jesus.
        I'll never forget Gobel James and his beautiful rendition of "O Holy
Night."
        One man entertained us with his version of "How the Grinch Stole
Christmas."
        Tom McNish and Rod Knutson did their Santa Claus number again. Rod
gave me some silver oak leaves indicating my promotion to Lieutenant
Colonel. Ruth had written me that it was Autumn in Carolina and the silver
oak leaves were falling!
        Dwight Sullivan presented me with a small poker table which he had
made from bread and sticks. It even had ash trays. I kept the table for
almost a year until the guards finally found it and took it away. I gave my
friend Leroy Stutz an imaginary book, "How to Play Winning Poker" and
allowed him to "pin" me at his discretion once per week for a whole month.
Christmas 1972
        The bombing of North Vietnam continued into 1972, and many targets
near our camp were being attacked. In May over 200 of us were moved to a
camp within a few miles of China, in mountainous terrain. Our food and
living conditions greatly improved. We were permitted more time outside,
given canned meat and various types of vegetable soup to eat with the
ever-present rice. Periodically the Vietnamese would go to a nearby village
and kill a buffalo and cook it for us. We conducted weekly bridge and chess
tournaments.
        I spent one week in solitary confinement due to a minor disagreement
with the Vietnamese officers. During this time my thoughts were mostly with
my wife and son. Kevin is now thirteen years old. Graduating from high
school soon. Hard to believe. I had missed so much of his growing up. One of
these days he will come to me and ask for an automobile.
        Most of us were given letters and packages from home that Christmas.
There was a picture of Ruth and Kevin on a motorcycle. A black dog lay
nearby. I could imagine the companionship that the dog provided for Kevin. I
mentally composed a letter to "Blackie." I was both thankful for him and
envious of him. He knew more about my son than I did - his habits, stomping
grounds, and hiding places.
        One of the men heard from the guards that the United States was
bombing targets in Hanoi with big bombers night and day. We were jubilant at
this news and felt that the attacks would continue until the Vietnamese
agreed to release all prisoners.
        Christmas Eve, 1972, was a quiet one for us. The choir sang some
carols and that was about it. Our thoughts and prayers were about the
future.
        In January 1973, we were taken back to the "Hanoi Hilton" and were
told that the war was over and we would all be going home soon. What would
it be like? How have things changed after six and one-half years of
isolation from the real world?
        I was among the group of prisoners that was released on March 4,
1973. I did not look back at the camp. I said a prayer that went something
like this:
        Dear God,
        We thank you for taking care of us for such a long time.
        We now ask that you give us the courage to face the future
        and to accept the changes that have taken place.
Ted Ballard
tedballard@teleplex.net
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11/07/2006
It is with a heavy heart that I have to report that Captain Edward Anthony
Davis, USN (Retired) passed away.  His wife, Karen was at his side.  Ed
fought to the end, but pancreatic cancer was just too powerful.  Hospice
eased the burden, but as Karen put it..."What a loss to the world."
I will always remember Ed just a few months ago at the Dayton, Ohio NAM- POW
reunion as he smiled to all of us as he did his best to look fit.  Only
Karen knew the pain he was suffering.  Ed was tough.  He never complained.
Most never knew.  He wanted it that way.
Next Spring, there will be a formal burial ceremony, probably at Arlington
National Cemetery. Details will follow.
Ed graduated from the US Naval Academy, class of '62.  He was the 21st
pilot captured when shot down over North Vietnam, August 26, 1965.  He
was a POW for 7 1/2 years.  He was flying his 57th combat mission.  He
was flying the A1H Skyraider, assigned to VA-152, flying from the deck of
USS Oriskany.
Eddie was the first of our class to actually fly without mechanical
assistance.  On the night he was shot down, he had unbuckled and opened the
canopy.  Suddenly, the aircraft pitched nose down into the ground.  His
wingman was right beside him and reported back to the ship that Ed was
KIA...there was no way he got out.  Ed was listed as KIA for two years
before his family found out he was alive.  Ed later told me how at one
moment he was sitting in his aircraft, and at the next moment he was
actually flying through space unassisted.  Luckily, he found the D-ring just
in time.  Welcome to the Hanoi Hilton, Ed.
Ed was a wonderful human being.  We all have lost a friend.  Our prayers
go with Ed and his family as he makes his final flight West.
Mike McGrath

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Edward Anthony Davis, Captain, USN (RET)
Captain Davis was born in Philadelphia. His early education included St.
Joseph's College Preparatory School, Villanova University and appointment to
the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis. He graduated from the Naval
Academy in 1962.
He underwent Naval flight training, with assignment to VA-152, an attack
squadron based at Alameda, California. Deployed aboard the USS Oriskany, he
was shot down over North Vietnam on August 26th, 1965, during his 57th
combat mission. He returned home on February 12th, 1973, after seven and a
half years as a Prisoner-of-War in Hanoi. Accompanying Captain Davis home
was a tan puppy named Ma Co, which he had liberated from his captors.
After repatriation, Captain Davis completed graduate work in International
Relations at The University of Virginia, serving as an associate professor
before returning to Washington as the Navy's Director of Advertising. He was
later appointed Commanding Officer of Navy Recruiting District, Harrisburg,
where he served until his retirement in March of 1987.
After retirement he served on the Board of the Lancaster Municipal Airport
Authority and as POW Consultant to the National Vietnam War Museum. He also
served as Director of the Penn Manor School District for nine years.
His personal military decorations include: Three Silver Stars; the Legion of
Merit with Combat Citation; four Bronze Stars with Valor Device; five Air
Medals; two Purple Hearts; three Navy Commendation Medals with Valor Device.
He was also the recipient of numerous campaign, unit and meritorious service
awards.
He has been awarded medals by the Daughters and Sons of the American
Revolution and the key to the City of Lancaster. He was an active Sertoman
and a Paul Harris Fellow and Life Member of the American Legion, Veterans of
Foreign Wars, AMVETS, Disabled American Veterans, Red River Valley Fighter
Pilot's Association and the Fourth Allied POW Wing.
He gained national recognition as an impact speaker and lecturer, having
spoken internationally to governmental, educational and private sector
groups on subjects of leadership and management under difficult
circumstances, coping with change, and the value of patriotic and
humanitarian service. His moving presentations were marked by insight and
humor that was distinctly American.
Captain Davis is survived by his wife, Karen Wheeler Davis; daughters,
Jennifer E., wife of Chris Meyer of Lancaster, and Amanda K. Davis of
Wrightsville; step-sons, Mark S. Roda, married to Katherine, of Lancaster,
and Tim D. Roda, married to Allison, of Manhatten, N.Y.; step-daughters,
Tara L., wife of Dave McNaughton of Lancaster, and Kimberly R. wife of Tim
Moorhead of Louisville, Ky.; brothers, John Davis of Millersville, Mark
Davis of Lynchburg, Va., and Barry Davis of Norristown; sisters, Cathy
Serdikoff of Collegeville, Pa., and Linda Pazy Mino of Haverford, Pa.; and
eight grandchildren.
Relatives and friends are invited to pay their respects to the family on
Friday, November 17, 2006 from 5:00-7:30 p.m. at Charles F. Snyder Jr.
Funeral Home and Chapel, 3110 Lititz Pike, Lititz, PA, followed by a
Celebration of Ed's Life at 7:30 p.m.
Mass of Christian Burial will be held on Saturday, November 18, 2006 at
10:00 a.m. at Sacred Heart of Jesus Church, 558 W. Walnut St., Lancaster,
PA. Interment in Arlington National Cemetery (sometime next spring).
Flowers will be accepted, or memorial contributions may be made in his
memory to Hospice of Lancaster County, P.O. Box 4125, Lancaster, PA 17604,
or American Cancer Society, Lancaster Chapter, 314 Good Drive, Lancaster, PA
17603. To send online condolences, visit: www.snyderfuneralhome.com ********

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Intelligencer Journal
(Lancaster, PA)
November 18, 2006
Hundreds say goodbye to Davis Vietnam POW was a true hero'
LORI VAN INGEN
The late Captain Edward A. Davis is the definition of a true hero. That's
why 500 people celebrated his life Friday night at Charles F. Snyder Jr.
Funeral Home on Lititz Pike....

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http://local.lancasteronline.com/4/203678

Honoring a hero
Capt. Edward Davis is laid to rest at Arlington

By Brett Lovelace, Staff
Intelligencer Journal

Published: May 03, 2007 2:27 AM EST

ARLINGTON, Va. - Amanda Davis kneeled in the warm afternoon sunshine Wednesday and laid the granite box containing remains of her father on the Arlington National Cemetery burial plot.....

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