Name: Kenneth James Fraser
Rank/Branch: United States Air Force/O3
Unit: 6010th Wild Weasel Squadron
Date of Birth: 1 September 1941 Brooklyn NY
Home City of Record: New York NY
Date of Loss: 17 February 1972
Country of Loss: North Vietnam
Loss Coordinates: 165300 North  1065000 East (Quang Binh (really DMZ)
Status (in 1973):
Aircraft/Vehicle/Ground: F105G #8333
Other Personnel in Incident: James Cutter, returnee
Refno: 1797

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.  2020


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).

Captain - United States Air Force
Shot Down: February 17, 1972
Released: March 28, 1973

I was born 1 September 1941 in Brooklyn, New York. I was graduated from
Brooklyn Technical High School in 1959. I attended Hunter College for two
years, then transferred to the City College of New York. I majored in
electrical engineering, and was graduated in 1964. After graduation I
entered the Air Force and was commissioned in December, 1964. I have been
stationed in Alabama, Mississippi, Maryland, California, New Hampshire and
Louisana. In 1971, I was assigned to Southeast Asia as an F-105 navigator. I
was shot down on my 90th mission on 17 February, 1972 over Quan Bihn
Province, North Vietnam by a SAM. At this point I suffered amnesia which
lasted for a period of four to seven days. My arm was broken. I was released
on 28 March, 1973.

I  have three children; my sons are 11 and 2; my daughter is six. My mother
still resides in New York. My plans for the future are to remain in the Air
Force and enjoy life with my family.

Looking back on my captivity (which was short, only thirteen months), I
would say that the thing that sustained me was knowing that I was not alone.
When I first regained consciousness in Hanoi, I was in a cell by myself, but
I was not alone. On the wall above the door, someone had scratched a cross.
God was with me. The one who left the cross was with me. Before I was shot
down I was not a deeply religious person, but during my captivity, I became
closer to God. Since my return I have found and brought JESUS CHRIST into my
life and have come to the realization that I am alive today because of HIS
love. His Spirit lives today in each of us who let Him!

My wife and children also kept me from being alone. They were in my thoughts
constantly. My thoughts of them and our plans for the future helped me pass
many an hour.

During my captivity, I developed a greater appreciation for this wonderful
country of ours. I realized how much more the freedoms we enjoy in America
mean to me-especially now, after being deprived of them.

May God bless all those countless Americans who ensured that POW/MIA's were
not forgotten men. May we all continue to strive for a complete accounting
of our MlA's.

Kenneth and his wife Anne reside in Florida.