Thomas Love
tomrlove@earthlink.net
Friend and Fellow Pilot
19405 Eric Avenue Cerritos CA 90703 USA
Bob and I were friends. I just posted comments on S.J. Primm's page which I won't repeat here. Sonny Primm and Bob were very good friends and they died togther. Then I read the comments below, which do not match the information I was given. The plane went down upside down and burned. All the crew were cremated in the fire, except for Bob's right foot which was stuck under the rudder pedal. I still remember and the pain is not gone.
I saw photos of the plane take by the recovery team.
We pilots did know what the guys in the back were doing. They were looking for a convoy of tanks travelling the Ho Chi Minh trail. The tanks were travelling at night under radio silence.
Aug 21, 2008 |
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Roy Spencer
Vietnam, Veteran-Air Force, Pilot
EC-47Q, Crew, of Heros
On February 5, 1973, about a week, after the signing, of the Paris, Peace Agreement, an EC47Q, aircraft, was shot down, over Saravane, Province, Laos, about 50, miles, east, of the city, of Saravane. The crew, of the aircraft, consisted, of the pilot, Capt., George R. Spitz, Capt., Arthur R. Bollinger, 2Lt., Severo J. Primm III, 1Lt., Robert E. Bernhardt, Sgt., Dale Brandenburg, Sgt., Peter R. Cressman, Sgt., Joseph A. Matejov, SSgt., Todd M. Melton, all listed, as crew members. The families, of all aboard the aircraft, were told, the men were, dead and advised, to conduct, memorial services. The men, in the back, of the aircraft, were highly trained and operated, in the greatest, of secrecy. They were not allowed, to mingle with others, from their respective bases, nor were, the pilots of the aircraft, carrying them on their missions, always told what, their objective was. They were cryptology experts, language experts and knew well how, to operate some, of the Air Force's, most sophisticated equipment. Although, a recon., team, was sent in, to the crash site, no identification was brought out, from the crash site and no attempt was made, to recover three, bodies, found, at the crash site. It is assumed, that the reconnaissance team, was most interested, in recovering the sensitive equipment, aboard, the EC47Q. The EC47Q, became known, as the "Flying Pueblo." No explanation was given, as to why, the remaining crewmembers, were not found, at the crash site?
Feb 5, 2008 |
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Malcolm Kirby
mlkdrk@earthlink.net
USAF Veteran
Rest in Peace, my Brother
You will not be forgotten...
Feb 5, 2008 |
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Bill Gallenstein
USAF Veteran
Zephyrhills FL 33541 USA
A very proud cold war USAF veteran remembers you on this day. My God bless you and your family always. I salute you, Thank you
Apr 4, 2007 |
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manny g
Fellow Veteran 69-70 An Khe
Union Gap, WA. 98903
“You are Remembered”
Peace and condolence, to the family and friends. “He which hath no stomach, to this fight, let him depart. But we in it, shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers!! For he today, that sheds his blood with me, shall always be my brother.” Rest in peace brave soldier, you have not been forgotten. (W.Shakespeare) May God Bless you, for your Sacrifice!!!
Feb 5, 2007 |
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Garnet Jenkins
Grand Junction, Co.
Grateful American
Remembering, This Young Hero, on the anniversary, of the day, he gave his Life, for our Country, with a Multitude, of Thanks, for his Courage, Service and dedication. Rest well and know, that you will, NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. From the sister, of a yet, another Fallen, Young Hero, who made the Ultimate Sacrifice, in Vietnam. KIA., 1967.... "Oh, I Have Slipped, The Surly Bonds, Of Earth And Danced, The Skies On Laughter-Silvered Wings; Sunward, I've Climbed And Joined, The Tumbling Mirth... Of Sun-Split Clouds --And Done, A Hundred Things... And While With Silent, Lifting Mind, I've Trod, The High UnTresspassed Sanctity, Of Space.... Put Out, My Hand And Touched The Face, Of God..."
Feb 5, 2007 |
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Stephanie Thomas
my father's friend
N.C.
words, are not enough
I'm not exactly sure, of what to say. I visited, The Wall last week, it was my first time. I cried for hours, after I left. On my way, through the park, my phone rang. it was, my father. He asked me, to do him a favor, his voice sounded, shakey. "Could you, say hello, to my friend? Just tell him, who you are, he'll understand. Tell him, I said hello." I wasn't ready, for the tears, that lay ahead. It was Nov., 9, two, days, before Veteran's Day. There were Veterans, with their heads, bowed, all along, the path. I saw two packs, of cigarettes tied, with a red, bow and a picture, of a boy, with a string of fish, in hand. It made me, smile. As I neared the place, where the walls come together, my smile faded, for I remembered, my fathers wish. I knelt, to the ground and let my eyes, scan, the long list. they rested, about a foot, off the ground. There it was, the solemn name of thousands, my father's friend, Lt., Robert E. Bernhardt. Once again. "Hi, Robert, I know you, don't know me, so I'd like, to introduce myself. My name, is Stephanie Thomas. This is my first visit, of many, to come. You and my father, were friends."
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 |
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Kimberly Kimmel-Ober
kimabmitz@earthlink.net
admirer
Encinitas, California, United States, of America
For 1LT/02, Robert Bernhardt and all those, who knew him and loved him, I just want to say thank you, for your dedication and sacrifice! Please know, that you have, not been forgotten and always will hold a special place, in my heart! It would have been nice, to have known you, as a person and I greatly, appreciate your service! I just wish, you did not have to pay, so, high a price! You forever will, be a hero, in my eyes!
Sunday, June 09, 2002 |
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