JONES, ROBERT CAMPBELL
Name: Robert Campbell Jones Rank/Branch: O2/United States Air Force Unit: 435th TFS Date of Birth: Home City of Record: Madison NJ Date of Loss: 18 January 1968 Country of Loss: North Vietnam Loss Coordinates: 211800 North 1061200 East Status (in 1973): Returnee Category: Aircraft/Vehicle/Ground: F4D Missions: 58 Other Personnel in Incident: Robert Hinckley, returnee, pilot
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.
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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). UPDATE - 09/95 by the P.O.W. NETWORK, Skidmore, MO
ROBERT C. JONES Captain - United States Air Force Shot Down: January 18, 1968 Released: March 14, 1973
When I think back now over the last six years, I sometimes get an odd feeling that it was all just a bad dream. That far away land on the other side of the world is just a figment of my imagination, and the people there and the events that took place are a strange fantasy. But I guess it is human nature to shroud, in the mind's eye, unpleasantness, discomfort, pain, and to push forward the more positive aspects arising out of our captivity.
There are some that are fairly obvious - nearness to God, love of country, life-long friendships, and hopefully, a building and strengthening of our characters through our experience. There are others that might not be so readily apparent. One of these is what some may call "Yankee ingenuity." I was amazed and upon thinking back now, am continually amazed at what Americans, after being placed in an extremely restricted environment, can contrive. Any small stick, piece of paper, rock, nail, or bone was made into something useful. We made playing cards from cigarette wrappers or toilet paper, dice and poker chips from hardened bread dough, ink from cigarette ashes and sugar, sewing needles from nails or bone, a chess set from hardened polished mud, writing pens from toothbrush handles or bamboo, and note books from anything we could find to write on. At Christmas and shoot-down anniversaries, gifts were usually exchanged, normally of the gag variety. On a few occasions, someone miraculously, even came up with a cake! We had plays, skits, musicals, speeches, movies, puppet shows, and choral performances, complete with costumes, sets, sound effects, curtain, and stage.
The list could go on and on about the efforts we made to keep our minds active, to learn, entertain ourselves, pay tribute, or just pass the time. Possibly the most amazing of all though, was that for the vast majority of our captivity, all or most of these games, gifts, shows, etc., were illegal, and therefore had to be constructed and carried out covertly. Of course, sometimes we were caught and punished but this seldom dampened our efforts for long. Perhaps the most meaningful items we constructed, which were always considered contraband by our captors, were the American Flags we made from handkerchiefs, bits of cloth, paper, anything we could use. It was surprising the proudness we felt viewing these poor replicas of "Old Glory." Today I think back on these seemingly distant years in the past. I remember the men - old friendships, our happiness, our trials, and our miseries. Recalling harder, I can see the prisons, the cells, the guards, and the filth. But most of all, I remember those rough, ragged homemade flags and I puff my chest up, hold my head high, and know I live in the finest country in the world, and that I am an American.
Robert Jones and his wife Freya reside in Hawaii.
Woman puts voice with name on bracelet
5-23-05 News & Record
The phone rang last Christmas Eve at Doris Cole Wooddell's home in Greensboro, and a voice said, "Well, Doris, this is Capt. Robert C. Jones."
"I almost dropped the phone," she said. The call turned out to be "the best Christmas present I ever had in my life."......
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