Name: George Karp Wanat, Jr.
Rank/Branch: United States Army/O3
Date of Birth: 1946
Home City of Record: Waterford CT
Date of Loss: 08 April 1972
Country of Loss: South Vietnam
Loss Coordinates: 115009 North  1063531 East
Status (in 1973): Returnee
Aircraft/Vehicle/Ground: Ground
Other Personnel in Incident:
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.
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 Army
Captured: May 4, 1972
Released: February 12, 1973
I am an Army Captain, twenty-seven years old, and have been in the service
for four years. I entered active duty in 1969 after graduating from Norwich
University, Northfield, Vermont as a Psych-Ed. major, and was stationed at
Ft. Knox, Kentucky; Camp Drum, New York; and Ft. Bragg, North Carolina
before going to Vietnam in July 1971 as a Mobil Advisory Team leader. I
served as a MAT leader for five months when the program was phased out in
Binh Long Province where I worked. So, I took a position as Assistant
District Senior Advisor in Loc Ninh District, Binh Long Province - near the
area commonly called the "flatiron."
It was while working at Loc Ninh that I was captured during the April 1972
NVA/VC offensive on SVN. On April 5, 6 and 7 our compound came under heavy
artillery, rocket and mortar attack, followed by ground attacks and an
attack by tanks (Russian and captured American ones) which was the final
blow to us. We could no longer hold out and were overrun. Approximately
thirty men who were left moved out of the compound under air cover support
and an extraction by helicopter was attempted, but heavy antiaircraft fire
prevented the choppers from landing, so we moved south attempting to join up
with friendly units. We were ambushed a number of times and I ended up
separated from the Vietnamese. I hid  out  in and around a few small hamlets
for thirty days trying to make it to friendly forces, eating green bananas
from the trees and getting rice from some friendly Montagnards Heavy air
attack and too many NVA in the area prevented me from getting south to
friendly people. I was captured 4 May at about noontime while sitting under
a bush not paying enough attention to what was happening. I was taken
prisoner and moved to a camp in Cambodia where I remained until release ten
months later on 12 February 1973.
I feel rather fortunate that I was imprisoned for a short time (ten months).
I feel this way because although the PRG/VC advertise good, humane, and
lenient treatment, it was not. The food - three plates of rice, each with a
piece or two of pork fat about the size of a nickel and vegetable if
available (mostly a spinach-like vegetable) per day was not enough protein
for a human being. They, I feel, purposely kept us in a weak condition so
that if we did have the opportunity to escape (we were chained), we would be
very weak and could travel only a short distance.
How did we sustain ourselves during our confinement? I reinforced to myself,
during this period of extreme stress and understimulated environment, my
belief in God. As a prisoner I knew I was alive, but I knew my loved ones
had no idea of me being alive or dead, so I worried constantly for them. I
prayed an extreme amount, praying that they too could develop a faith in God
that I had-that they would put all of their faith and hope in God. I used to
say to myself, day after boring day, that there were only three things that
I could do, wait, hope, and pray. I didn't think our government had
forgotten about us although I had no idea how long I would be a prisoner. It
was just no way for a man to have to live - no communication, chained like a
dog shouldn't even be, and kept on a minimal diet with inadequate medical
Enough about my imprisonment. Now I've re-met my wife and family and the
patience I learned as a prisoner has greatly helped me in our relationship.
How she ever held up, not knowing my status, I'll never know. Now I must
make some decisions whether or not to return to school, stay on active duty,
or what. All I know is that now even a rainy day is a nice day to me, and I
thank God for my freedom.

Captain Wanat retired from the Army and resides in Massachusetts.