Jerry Gill said that his sweet, strong, and beautiful Dorothy died on Christmas day after 50_ years as a loving wife and mother. After 27 years, the breast cancer finally won. Dorothy Swann Gill, 72, of Roswell, GA passed away on Christmas Day 2012. She was born on Valentine's Day in 1940 to Adolph and Ruby Waller Swann in Roanoke, AL and grew up in Birmingham. After graduating from Auburn University in 1962, she traveled the world for 26 years as an Air Force wife then settled in Roswell. She was active in the Roswell UMC choir family for 23 years. She is survived by her devoted husband of 50 years, Col. Jerry Gill, 3 daughters and their families - Susan & Clay Saunders; Leigh Ann & Jim Kane and Beth & Andy Wren; 8 grandchildren - Hillary, Meredith, Olivia, Trevor, Max, Wesley, Drew, Sarah; and sister - Nancy & her husband, Tom Brechin. Memorial contributions may be made to the Wounded Warrior Project at www.woundedwarriorproject.org in her honor. Neal Westbrook, Mike Rawlins, Jimmy Poole, Johnny Caughman, and Sam Barazzone attended Dorothy’s services.
Our class is quite proud of Mark Anderson’s recognition by the AOG as a Distinguished Graduate. Congratulations from all of us, Mark. It was well deserved! Mark will receive his 2013 DGA at the Founders' Day Dinner scheduled for Friday, April 5, 2013. It would a wonderful tribute to Mark and his family for as many of his classmates as possible to attend. Please watch for the appropriate AOG e-mails announcing the time and place of the presentation or simply go to www.usafa.org and register yourself and a spouse/guest for this special event.
Terry Storm’s Chairman’s Journal in this issue of Checkpoints is his last, since his term on the AOG Board of Directors is ending. He greatly appreciates all of the support of our classmates in his efforts to enhance the effectiveness and cost-efficiencies of the AOG. We all thank you for your many efforts on behalf of our AOG and Academy, Terry.
Hector Negroni reports that the Class of 1961 DC Bunch held their November Luncheon at the Springfield Country Club, Springfield, VA. Once again, through the courtesy of Charley Dixon, they were treated royally at his Country Club. After a beautiful prayer by their Chaplain (Twy Williams), they had a status of the DC Bunch report by Lowell Jones and a report by Bill Foster on the activities during the most recent Air Force-Army game. Bill was not able to give them a total description of the tanks that rolled over Air Force during the game, but he said that the Air Force cadets did not know what hit them. During the meal, they discussed the normal litany of ailments and medical problems by our class members. While they seem to be aging gracefully, their visits to the doctors are more frequent. Charley Dixon gave them a scalpel-by scalpel account of his recent eye surgery. He claims that his vision is 20/20, but his hearing has not improved. They took turns yelling into his good ear. For a bunch of 70-year-olds, they are doing pretty well.
Mark Anderson said that Jim Ulm, Bob Wagner, and he are starting to work on a reunion of their Reese pilot training class: 63B. They have never held a reunion and decided if they don't get moving, it will be a small group! Tentative plans are late spring, early summer of 2014 in San Antonio. More info will be forthcoming to those involved.
John Boesch is 3 weeks into the "hip replacement flight." All is well so far. John is also currently serving as "tech advisor" to Frank Kiszley, who is soon to join that flight. John has been sworn in as 1st VP for the local MOAA Chapter, and serves on the Board with (past President) Jerry Lefton.
Stu and Marnie Boyd are struggling with an addiction and need your help. They are addicted to Les Miz. Six stage performances and the movies of course—and they just got the original movie made in 1934, which runs for close to five hours and is in French (subtitles, thankfully). If one of you knows of a good program, let them know.
Because people continue to inquire, Bob Brickey provided a very short update on their granddaughter, MiaBella Brickey. Mia is doing beautifully in every regard. She is enjoying school, ballet lessons, and her Soo Bahk Do martial arts in which she is not allowed to do the sparring. She must always stay away from people who are ill, due to her immunosuppressed body, which keeps her new heart healthy. They are still ever grateful to so many who have expressed concern, prayers, and aid for Mia.
Pat and Marilyn Buckley continue to enjoy their endless summer in Satellite Beach, FL. Pat’s hip joint resurfacing is healing well, and he is approaching 3 miles at 6 mph on the elliptical strider as well as enjoying dips in the Atlantic Ocean for some swim exercise. Pat and Marilyn attended an alumni group television session to watch the Air Force/Army game. They had a good time, except the score! Being an optimist, Pat organized a Space Coast Alumni session to watch the Air Force/Rice Armed Forces Bowl game at the local Beef O’Brady’s. They and the 30 grads had a good time, except for the score, again! Otherwise, they have had relaxed time at home, except for all the doctor’s appointments. Pat and Marilyn will be going to the UK, Italy, and Spain in February and March. They will be at their Spanish home on the Costa del Sol (Velez-Malaga) from 26 Feb to mid March with two empty bedrooms (maybe) if anyone is in southern Spain and wants to visit.
Doug and Dee Cairns report that they are still in Montgomery, AL, enjoying full, uncomplicated retirement. Last year they enjoyed watching their eldest grandson, Chris, graduate, take a real job, get married, and move his bride from Wetumpka, AL, to the big city of San Francisco. That those two kids seem to enjoy living in the strange land of Congresswoman Pelosi is of concern to most of the Cairns family who are retaining their Southern roots. Cathy, Chris’s mom, is a nurse who directs a crew of cardiologists in town and maintains a watchful eye on Doug and Dee. Chris’s and Jordan’s wedding was cause for the other two grandkids to come for a month’s visit from their home in Italy. Nathan and Katye are teenagers and attend the DoD Naples American High School. This then became a grand “re-Americanizing” month for the kids since they have been over there for 8+ years, and counting. Rob seems to have become the indispensible man on the staff of CINCNAVEUR, so they may never come home. Doug enjoys monthly golf with Steve Ho, Jimmy Poole, and Ron Jones.
Michele Cowan, AOG Customer Service Supervisor, realized that Trel and Dick Coppock had lost their complete collection of AOG Christmas ornaments in the 26 June wildfire. She sought out a benefactor willing to purchase all she could find in her limited stock of past ornaments and sent them along to the Coppocks. She found a generous spirit who, wishing to remain anonymous, purchased some 10 ornaments, including the Class of 1961 "jewel," and asked that they be sent to Dick and Trel with a simple Merry Christmas. They arrived just as the Coppocks were decorating their tree in the (Saint) Nick of time. The "usual suspects" prevail, and they are so very grateful to both Michele and their very own Santa. The true Christmas spirit was indeed evident to Dick and Trel, and they are touched by such generosity. They wish all classmates and their families all the blessings of the New Year.
In June 2012 Randy Cubero was selected to run another charitable foundation called Parents Challenge, a 501C3, in Colorado Springs. This charity provides low income families with financial assistance in the form of scholarships and grants to move their children to a better performing school or to enhance their child's academic performance in their current school with supplemental materials and programs, like tutoring and purchasing a computer. Parents Challenge is part of the National School Choice Movement, which believes strongly that parents need to be more engaged and empowered in their child's education and that they alone should make the educational choices that will give their child the best chances for success. Randy indicated that it has been a real eye-opener to understand what has happened to our K-12 public education system, especially after so many years of running the Falcon Foundation and dealing with only top tiered academically performing students trying to enter the Air Force Academy.
Dick Davis enjoyed the hospitality of Carl Granberry and his new wife, Lura, a high school chum. Carl has a well-fed herd of horses on his Winona, TX, property. And Heather, Dick’s horse, is joining that herd as a guest. They spent the day together, and Carl showed Dick his family’s metal-bending plant where they make rings for brooms and mops. He also showed Dick the improvements he has designed into his metal-bending operation. They are formidable accomplishments, demonstrating applications of his education in mechanical engineering and Double E. Very impressive.
Bob Dean said he is into doing a lot of exercises. To exercise his legs, he walks back and forth from the kitchen to the computer room 30 times a day. His bending exercises include bending over 5-6 times a day picking up Golden Retriever puppy poop. To exercise his arms, at 4:30 p.m. every afternoon he lifts a heavy glass of vodka with an olive in it 30-40 times. For some reason, he can't remember what he does after 5:30 p.m.
Tom and Anne Eller spent a couple of weeks starting with Thanksgiving in the UK with son Rob Eller and family (USAFA '96), then hosted their other children and grandchildren in Colorado for Christmas. Tom and Anne plan to spend several weeks in Kauai this winter before going to Atlanta and back to the UK at the end of May to celebrate their 50th with all of their children.
Richard Fairlamb has been Flight Captain of the Order of Daedalians Flight #23/DFW since mid-year 2011. This flight has the same number as the F-4 squadron Richard commanded at Spangdahlem AB, Germany in the late 1970s—23rd Tactical Fighter Squadron. Flight 23 is one of the largest of the 70+ flights in the international Order of Daedalians at 209 members—holding steady over the past few years. The flight hosted the National Convention in October 2011 and has supported two academic university-level scholarships, a CAP cadet solo program, and CFIP high school AFJROTC cadet solo program annually during recent years. Flight 23, under Richard’s leadership, was awarded the “2012 Jimmy Doolittle Award” by Daedalian National HQ. This is the second time Flight 23 has received the Doolittle Award, the last time being in 1997. Just to keep out of trouble, and out of local watering holes, Richard continues to generate some revenue as a Business Continuity and Recovery consultant and teacher, and finds a little time to keep VFR and IFR current in his 1957 Cessna 182.
Paul Hinton ran a Half-Marathon at Disneyland with his oldest granddaughter. The thing started at 0500, and they had to be in place at 0430. When he got up, he thought, "Exactly what the devil is it that made you agree to this?" Save for the hour, however, it was a delight. It was grand but what a comment on time.
Highlights from Henry and Peggy Howe are the memories they have of their five-week trip down under last fall. They spent four days aboard the Coral Princess II on the Great Barrier Reef snorkeling some of the loveliest waters they had ever seen. They explored the Daintree National Park by four-wheel tour bus and encountered the salt-water crocodiles and flightless emus. Then they went to Darwin and lived in Karnda National Park with the kangaroos, wallabies, and more crocodiles. They spent a week driving (yes - on the wrong side of the road) through the outback around Alice Springs, Ularu (Ayers Rock), Kings Canyon, and Kata Tjuta. They topped off the Australian adventure with a week in Sydney seeing the local sights and the Blue Mountains. They visited only the North Island in New Zealand, where they spent another week climbing the trails around Mt Ruapehu and rafting on the Tarangi River, then lounging in the hot thermal pools. Their underground adventure took them into the glow-worm caves.
Sometimes Don McCarter feels his and Johnnie’s daily activities have become so routine that making a change is a real challenge. They have been blessed to have their kids living close by. They get to celebrate birthdays and anniversaries with everyone in attendance with no long distance travel. It is also convenient for them to participate in grandchildren’s activities. Each summer they travel to Hendersonville, NC, for a reunion with Don’s brothers and sister and their families. The group size increases every year. Johnnie and Don love the North Carolina mountains. They especially enjoy the trails in the national parks where the trails are blazed to prevent them from getting lost. Don’t laugh. A lot of people take the wrong turn in those hills. Walking, tennis, and workouts at the YMCA help to keep the body upright and mobile. John and Kathy Dates and Jim and Judy Tulis visit Florida occasionally, and Don and Johnnie really enjoy the time with them. Don took a master gardening course at the Florida Extension service and has been certified as a Florida Master Gardener. He spends a lot of time coordinating the activities of the community garden sponsored by their church, and he volunteers about seventy hours a year at the Orange County plant clinic. Gardening in Florida is an eye opening and mind-boggling experience.
In January, Sam Barazzone, plus Gwen, and Charlie Neel and Dean Jones wowed the cold-weather skiers and brought Breckenridge slopes to their knees. Lynda Neel and Jo Jones remained grounded.
As is their custom, Hector and Joan Negroni will be spending the winter (Jan-May 2013) at their Bonita Springs, Florida, home.
Al and Becky Nunn said that their daughter, Ashley, was married last October. Her husband, Charlie King, is the father of two children, Sophie, age 10, and Henry, age 7. They were married at "The Quack Shack" in North Carolina's Outer Banks. Becky and Al rented the "shack" for a week for her wedding party and "30 of their closest fiends" to stay during the preliminaries to the festivities. While there, Al was treated to an unexpected and unplanned ride in the Rescue Squad van and admitted to the local hospital after experiencing a period of disassociation. Diagnosis was Transient Global Amnesia, a condition which shows symptoms similar to those of a stroke, but is temporary in nature, with no after-affects, and occurs to perhaps one in 300,000 persons. He was the one this time and was released the next day, following the diagnosis. Wedding went off without a hitch. Ashley lives with her husband and his children in Falls Church, VA, so that's close enough for frequent phone calls and occasional visits. Al’s recently resigned from the Board of Directors of the American Red Cross there. Becky continues her activities with theater, having directed four plays for the local theater group, The Lancaster Players. She is currently in rehearsal as director for "How the Other Half Loves," opening March 8.
Nelson and Teri O’Rear had a wonderful Christmas season, starting with spending several days over Christmas with their daughter and her family in Michigan. Then, they enjoyed several days when their younger son’s family visited them in Granger, IN, along with their older son’s family, who also live in Granger. They also celebrated their sons and daughters-in-law anniversaries with a special evening at a very nice local restaurant. Wrapping it up, on New Year’s Eve, their oldest granddaughter and her boyfriend flew from Virginia to spend a couple of days with Nelson and Teri in Granger and Chicago.
Thanks for all who contributed. We hope to hear from you others next time.
The USAFA Class of 1961
West Point Mule Raid Of 1959
As told by
Brice Cutrer Jones
Hector Andres Negroni
Mule–Napping Team September 1959.
L to R: kneeling: MacAulay, Pattie; Standing: Cooper, Mason,
Foster, B. Jones, Whalen.
The first Army–Air Force Football Game took place in Yankee Stadium on Saturday, October 31, 1959. Before the game, a group of Air Force Academy Class of 1961 cadets under the leadership of Tom Pattie traveled to West Point and attempted to capture the Army mascot. Tom Pattie was able to infiltrate the Army defenses to gather mementos and trophies, but unfortunately, the mule-napping team was not successful. The team was captured by the Army Military Policemen and later released. Here is the whole story.
The (not–so) great Mule Raid,
O:Dark Early, 27 September 1959
The progenitor of the raid was Tom Pattie, who enlisted Wayne Whalen and Brice Jones right after classes started after the 1959 summer interlude. (By the way, upon graduation in 1961 from USAFA, Tom Pattie was commissioned in the US Army as a 2nd Lt., did Ranger training, and after some fairly debilitating injuries incurred in RVN as a special forces team leader, was medically retired as a Major.) As mission requirements became obvious, or not so obvious, raiders were added to fill the need—or just to have some good, right–thinking guys aboard. Eventually the group was expanded to 11, including a doolie who came to the Academy from Highland Falls, and whose family still lived there. Once deployed, that residence became the raiders’ field HQ, and all crashed on couches, floors, chairs, and whatnot. The doolie also provided G2 from his recollection about the WP grounds and location of the mules. None of the raiders had ever attended WP, nor even been on the grounds, save Brice Jones, as a teen–ager to attend one of his father’s reunions.
Mission requirements included two way radios, rental truck to haul the mule once captured, and in due course, a second truck to switch the mule into while still on post after capture, as it was assumed the MP in the stable would put out an all points alert for the truck he saw at the stables. Marty Fricks constructed in the EE lab, a battery–charged 400 volt “hot stick,” about the size of a couple phone books with a shoulder strap and a long wand with double prongs on the end. This was deemed necessary to encourage any mule with a resistant attitude about going up the gangplank to get aboard the first truck. Finally, the group needed transport for eleven raiders to WP, and same to get the raiders plus mule “home.” This photo shows Brice Jones with the Walkie-Talkie and Tom Pattie dressed in captured West Point garb.
One of the raiders went down to Fort Carson and somehow managed to requisition a half–dozen walkie–talkies and a couple pairs of crash clippers (to cut the locks off the stable doors). One truck was rented near WP, one was borrowed from somebody in Highland Falls. Brice Jones, a member of the fourth cadet squadron, called the squadron’s Real Air Force sponsoring unit, the Fourth Fighter Group in North Carolina, and requested of the commander, one Colonel Williams, round trip airlift. Colonel Williams requisitioned suitable transport from the 41st Tactical Airlift Squadron. at Pope AFB. At 0800 hrs., Friday, 25 September, two (one for backup) C–130’s arrived at Peterson Field for the mission.
A day prior to departure, Cadet Jones briefed the cadet wing commander, one Tony Burshnick, class of ’60, (also of Fourth Sqdn), who agreed to complicity. During the three–day absence, 11 cadets were duly reported absent at each formation, and Tony saluted back and yelled “ right face, forward march,” end of report.
Upon the raiders arrival at Stewart AFB, NY, the doolie’s family met the group with POV’s, the trucks were obtained, and all crashed at field HQ. All arose at midnight, and a task force, led by the fearless—“fearless” may have been an understatement—Tom Pattie, went out to WP to reconnoiter. After the general plan was scoped out, at about 0300 hrs, Tom said to wait for him while he went into the dorms. The task force were aghast, but off he went.
In about an hour, Tom returned with a full khaki uniform, with shoes, belt, tie and overseas cap, a second uniform of gray tunic, white pants, and garrison cap; and a couple of guideons on their staffs.
Next morning, all went to the Saturday morning Parade. Jones reports the events of the morning, “The Corps finished the pass in review and marched into the dorm area, later to re-emerge in khakis to march into the mess hall for lunch. In that formation, passing within feet of some spectators, including several raiders, I for one almost dropped my load as within feet of me marching at the back of one of the platoons, was Tom Pattie in WP Cadet uniform. Tom had lunch with The Corps. He didn’t know whether he was a doolie, a firstie, or anything in between. He didn’t know the commands, the formations, the execution of the drills or anything else about the Cadet Corps. He had no clue where to sit in the mess hall or any protocol he might have had to follow—but he pulled it off and met us at Field HQ later that afternoon.” This photo shows Tom Pattie dressed in captured West Point uniform, and Jerry Mason in civilian clothes.
Army played Boston College that Saturday, and stomped them into the Michie Stadium turf. That evening, The Corps, of course, celebrated exuberantly. The permanent staff of the grounds, including at least some of the MP’s, did also—some, apparently, to excess.
At about 0100 hrs or 0200 hrs, Sunday morning, the raiders descended on the mule stables. All, that is, except Ken MacAuley, who was assigned to drive the second truck, and who was to wait at some remote point on post to receive the mule once captured, to be transferred from the first truck which by then, it was assumed, would be the object of a big search—and thereby drive the mule in the second truck—with impunity through the un-manned, but raider–liberated, back gate, and on to Newburg.
Most of the rest of the group entered the stables. OMG! There were some seven stalls. The raider with the crew clippers liberated the first mule (as it turned out, must have been the biggest), and several more in just moments. At the instant of the first stable door swinging open, alarms went off all over the place; really loud! Lights came on; really bright, some flashing, and maybe even a siren went off. Mules were running everywhere. A stable supervisor of some undetermined degree of sobriety (we were later told he was an MP) stuck his head out a door at the end of the stable, took one look, and fell back into his room and slammed the door. Chaos reigned.
Jones again, “As I recall what followed, I see Wayne Whalen—perhaps the slightest of build of the raiders, but by no means the least intrepid—“guiding” the largest of the mules (much taller than Wayne), by the halter (which he may have had to buckle on), to the gangplank at the back of the first truck. At that point, Fricks gooses the mule in the rump, and that animal took off like a rocket across the huge field in front of the stables—with Wayne “holding on” at the halter.”
With that, alarms seemingly sounding all over the post, mules running loose everywhere, the jig was up. The raiders somehow made their way back to Field HQ in Highland Falls. All, that is, except MacAuley, driver of truck #2. As he tells it, “I was sitting at the wheel, peering into the darkness, when all of a sudden something cold and hard [it was a .45], pressed against my right ear, and a voice said, ‘don’t move mother****er.’“ He promised not to.
At about 0300 or 0400, the first message came into Field HQ via a cab driver: “All surrender, and we’ll turn MacAulay loose and give you your truck back.” The “courier” (the same cab driver), was sent back with a counter proposal. In due course, the cabbie returned with, “either all surrender or we’re going to throw MacAulay down into one of our tunnels and leave him till game day.” It was close, but it wasn’t a cheap truck—the raiders caved.
Tom returned to USAFA with some trophies: the guidons and uniforms—one of which he wore on game–day. But it was George Luck, USAFA Class of 60, who had attended West Point with the Class of 1957, who famously marched on with the Corps and stripped off the uniform and ran to the USAFA side. Tom also marched on with the Corps, but not so dramatically. Here is Tom Pattie on Parade Day, ready to march into the mess hall with the Corps.
By the way, the first Air Force-Army Football Game ended in a 13-13 tie.
The following year, Tom Pattie again went into action, enlisted Wayne Whalen and Brice Jones from the mule-napping mission, and the three deployed to the East Coast to bring home the Navy Goat. This time no radios, trucks, hot sticks, or mission–superfluous raiders. The grab was planned for August, before the fall semester got underway. Tom was from the Virginia area, and thereby the raiders were able to use his family car—a 4-door Dodge. Tom also developed some intelligence on the Navy dairy farm where the Academy produced their milk and housed the goat—at least in summer.
The heist was made late one summer evening. Billy spent the night in the trunk of the Dodge, and next day a B–26 was requisitioned from Andrews AFB. Billy was put into a deep sleep by the base vet and made the trip strapped comatose into the bomb bay. The three raiders crammed in wherever space allowed
Tom Pattie was friendly with MSgt William H. Coultrin, USAFA’s NCOIC Cadet Wing Command. MSgt Coltrin had garaged Tom’s Zundap motorcycle all five years of Tom’s matriculation at USAFA. MSgt Coultrin lived on a relatively remote place in Colorado Springs that he called a farm. MSgt Coultrin received the still comatose merchandise, and put Billy in a nice “pasture,” where he resided in bliss for three or four weeks, during which time—Raiders were subsequently informed—Navy “intelligence” at the Pentagon just about went ballistic and brought all they had to bear (including satellite imagery) on locating Billy.
In due course, Navy worked it out and Mr. Pattie was invited to meet with the Commandant. A deal was brokered: the Raiders’ freedom in exchange for Billy’s. In a “hostage exchange ceremony,” chronicled in Life Magazine, Billy with his horns painted AF Blue, was marched around the terrazzo for an hour or so, and duly turned over to the Naval authorities.
While in “captivity”, the Navy Goat was featured in a video interview that was telecast during halftime at the Air Force-Navy Game. This photo shows Wayne Whalen (standing on the left), Brice Jones holding the goat (standing on the right) and Hector Negroni kneeling while interviewing the goat, following Billy’s participation in the noon meal formation.
However, that was not the end of the Navy Goat saga. When the Navy goat was delivered to Peterson Field for its return flight, a group of enlisted men substituted a squalid looking granny goat for Billy. When that goat arrived at Annapolis, all hell broke lose and USAFA was ordered to find the right goat and return it. With the help of MSgt Coltrin this was done.
And that is the rest of the story”
28 December 2012
First Day Celebration
On 5 July 2007, 40 members of the Class of 1961 - the
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