McKITTRICK, JAMES CLIFFORD

Name: James Clifford McKittrick
Rank/Branch: O3/US Army
Unit: Battery A, 3rd Battalion, 16th Artillery, 54th Artillery Group, II
Field Force, Chu Lai
Date of Birth: 22 June 1942 (Charleston SC)
Home City of Record: Laurens SC
Date of Loss: 18 June 1967
Country of Loss: South Vietnam
Loss Coordinates: 143303N 1083012E (BT275115)
Status (in 1973): Missing In Action
Category: 2
Aircraft/Vehicle/Ground: OH23

Other Personnel In Incident: Edward Guillory; William Lemmons (both missing)

Source: Compiled by Homecoming II Project 15 October 1990 from one or more
of the following: raw data from U.S. Government agency sources,
correspondence with POW/MIA families, published sources, interviews. Updated
by the P.O.W. NETWORK.

REMARKS:

SYNOPSIS: SFC Edward Guillory, Lt. William Lemmons and Maj. James McKittrick
were aboard an OH23 Raven helicopter on a visual recon mission operating in
Quang Tin Province on June 18, 1967. They were to spot artillery targets for the
Artillary Battery that McKitrick and Guillory were attached to.

At 1845 hours, the helicopter was declared missing. Extensive searches were
conducted that night aided by artillery flares and aircraft mounted
searchlights, but no trace of the aircraft or crew was found. In the next few
days several crash sites were reported and searches made, but all efforts were
fruitless.

Guillory, Lemmons and McKittrick were classified Missing In Action. There is
reason to believe the enemy knows their fates. They are among nearly 2500
Americans still missing in Southeast Asia.

When the war ended, and 591 Americans were released in Operation Homecoming in
1973, military experts expressed their dismay that "some hundreds" of POWs did
not come home with them. Since that time, thousands of reports have been
received, indicating that many Americans are still being held against their will
in Southeast Asia. Whether the crew of the OH23 is among them is not known. What
is certain, however, is that if only one American remains alive in enemy hands,
we owe him our best effort to bring him home.

William E. Lemmons and James C. McKittrick were promoted to the rank of Major
and Edward J. Guillory was promoted to ther rank of Sergeant Major during the
period they were maintained missing.



Tue Mar 03 1998
Final Addenda -- Lt. Bill Lemmons

I have some background information on 1st Lt. William Lemmons who became MIA
in June 18, 1967. I was a fellow pilot with Bill in the 196th Lt. Inf. Bde.
By chance, I was serving as the aviation duty officer at the brigade
tactical operations center (BTOC) the day he went missing, and I helped
sound the alarm that Bill was overdue.

The first realization that one of our aircraft might be missing came
suddenly when the infantry unit for whom Bill was flying called me at the
BTOC. The infantry officer asked, "Did the aircraft return directly to the
brigade heliport for refueling without dropping our passengers off, first?"
I immediately called our heliport, about five miles away at Ky Ha, where the
operations clerk did a ramp check for the aircraft. He called back several
minutes later to say, "No, the aircraft isn't back yet". This was about 1730
hours. With nightfall only an hour or so away, we needed to move fast.

We scrambled our two UH-1 (Huey) aircraft to look for Bill and his
passengers in the area we thought he should have been flying. At about 1845
hours, as you reported, we were into a full-blown night time emergency. We
got helicopter gunship and flareship support from a nearby unit and
continued looking until about 2300 hours. We suspended the search that night
for two reasons. First, the area in which we were searching was incredibly
dark with hilly and mountainous terrain. It was remote and, so, had no
ground lights from peasant shacks or roads or even ponds to reflect
moonlight and starlight. Without a full moon, it was like flying into a
gunny sack. Spatial disorientation and flight into the ground or a mountain
would be easy.

The second reason we stopped looking that night was because we almost lost
other aircraft. The supporting flareship, which carried many crates of
magnesium flares, was hit by ground fire from a village in the dark below.
Normally, crewmen in the rear of a flareship prepare and arm flares one at a
time and then, very carefully, throw them out. After clearing the
helicopter, the flares' small parachutes open and the flares float to earth.
On their way down, they might light the ground enough to see survivors or,
at least, a glint of metal from an aircraft wreckage. When the flareship
started taking groundfire, one of the flares inside the aircraft was hit by
a bullet, ignited, and started to burn. Realize that these flares burn at
about 1000 degrees Fahrenheit. Within seconds the temperature of the one
flare burning out of control would ignite the others still in their crates
and the aircraft would have exploded or -- more precisely -- would have
vaporized.

I was beside our unit commander who was coordinating the search from our
radio in our BTOC. The flareship pilot keyed his microphone and yelled that
he had a flare burning inside his aircraft. With his mike button still keyed
from tension, we heard his increasingly more panicked yells to his crewmen.
The radio was filled with "Kick the flare out ... Kick it out ... GET IT OUT
... WE"RE ON FIRE ...GOD, HELP ...GET IT OUT" . With even a single flare
burning inside the helicopter cabin, the light would have been like that
staring into a bank of stadium floodlights from three feet away. The heat
from the flare would have been rising constantly and putting your boot near
it to give it a kick would have been like sticking your foot into a furnace.

In about five seconds -- which seemed like an hour -- the flare was kicked
out. Nevertheless, the ground fire from the enemy below continued. After a
minute or so, when things got a little more quiet, the gunship flight leader
reported over the radio that it was the heaviest fire he'd seen -- let alone
received -- in all the time he'd been flying in Vietnam. He asked for
permission to retaliate and our commander replied, "Level the village". In
Vietnam, where we fought a "politically correct" war, this was a very
unusual reply. In fact, the gun flight leader was so surprised to hear it
that he asked our commander to repeat the clearance. The commander did. Both
gunships expended all their ammunition on the enemy hidden below. By then,
all the search aircraft needed refueling and the gunships, rearming.

Because of this -- with the real threat we might lose several more aircraft
that night -- the search was suspended until first light in the morning. It
was then after midnight. We all hoped that Bill and his passengers were
alive and could evade the enemy until we resumed searching in few hours. If
anyone slept that night it was only because we knew the tasks that faced us
when the sun came up.

We searched for days -- again, like you reported -- without luck. Nothing,
not one single trace of even the aircraft was ever found. This alone was too
unusual to believe. We crisscrossed all the ground we thought Bill and his
passengers would have flown over and, depute the thick jungle, we should
have seen at least something left from a wreckage. For weeks, whenever any
of our aircraft flew near that area, crewmen would fly missions with one eye
on the ground and an ear peeled for a rescue signal or Bill's missing
aircraft. Nothing was ever seen or heard.

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Several months later -- again, as if by chance for me -- I drew a mission to
fly the brigade intelligence officer (S-1) to Tam Ky. This was the
Vietnamese administrative center just north of Chu Lai, the brigade's
headquarters. A Chu Hoi -- a Vietcong who turned himself in to the South
Vietnamese government -- was claiming that he knew something about "a downed
pilot and two passengers".  After landing at Tam Ky, I accompanied the S-1
into the administrative center. I wanted to see a Vietcong up close, even if
he was one who had just surrendered. A moment before his questioning
started, my eyes locked with those of this former Vietcong. I will never
forget my surprise at the look of hate in that dishevelled man's eyes. I
thought, "That's strange. Here's a guy asking for mercy and now willing to
work from his former enemies while looking like he'd still like to kill
them". I excused the look of hate to his fear and left the building.

During the flight home, the intelligence officer told me what he'd heard.
The Chu Hoi reported that "... Bill's aircraft was not shot down (evidently,
then, it landed because of maintenance problems). When a Vietcong unit
advanced on the pilot and his two passengers, a firefight started. Bill and
his passengers took refuge in an old bomb crater and, during the firefight,
the VC lobbed a grenade into their position. All were killed. The aircraft
was then dismantled and hidden in a river".

The location that the Chu Hoi gave where all this happened we now realized
contributed to why -- at least during the first few search hours -- we never
spotted Bill, his passengers, or the aircraft. The area over which Bill had
been flying was an area known to be infested with VC and North Vietnamese
solders. It was, in fact one of their staging areas. This area was several
large valleys to the West of Chu Lai and, therefore, outside of normal
artillery support range. Because of this, our aviation unit had made an
operating procedure for the area. No pilot was to fly over that area unless
escorted by helicopter gunships. That Bill was flying in the area may tell
you something about who Bill was as a person.

Bill may have been the nicest guy in our unit. He was a religious person,
who didn't smoke, drink, never lost his temper, or use bad language. Because
of this he was teased -- sometimes more than a little -- by the rest of us.
The day he disappeared we believe he'd been asked to fly over that area by
his two passengers. Because their infantry unit planned to assault this
dangerous area in a week or so, the passengers -- a senior sergeant and a
major -- wanted to take a quick look at the area just to see what it looked
like. Bill was the kind of guy who was always ready to help. Perhaps,
instead of saying "no", because getting a gunship escort would be time
consuming, Bill decided to accommodate his infantry passengers. If that is
the area in which Bill went down, we couldn't have found him that first
night. We weren't looking there. It was outside our usual operational area.

However, because now we see from records on the POW-MIA Database that Bill
perhaps didn't die in a firefight with the enemy, another possibility
exists. The Chu Hoi who reported these events could have been a "plant". A
Vietcong who purposely defected only to spread disinformation about Bill's
real fate. If true, this Chu Hoi wanted us to think Bill and his passengers
were dead so that we would stop looking for him. This might make it easier
for the VC to transport him among their camps. Either way, it's not very
pleasant thinking about what happened that day and, worse, the events for a
long time afterwards.

I've never forgotten Bill and I hope this addition to his biographical
information may help his family or friends. Should anyone want to contact me
directly, please do. If my email address should change, my postal address
should always remain valid.
 
Regards,
Fred Startz
196th Lt. Inf. Bde
1966-67
Jakarta, Indonesia
start@idola.net.id
PO Box 4160
Jakarta 12160
Indonesia