Who were these brave men? How did they get there? Who was waiting for them back home?
Meet these incredible warriors and their families.
American families who send a loved one to war earn a blue star. The star turns to gold if the loved one doesn’t return home.
We commemorated Gold Star Remembrance Day this past Sunday by reaffirming our respect for families who lost loved ones fighting our nation’s wars. Thousands of those lost are still missing-in-action or MIA.
News of another American POW/MIA found on a distant battlefield is richly meaningful. Our most recent announcement was USAF Colonel Martin Scott from Jenks, Oklahoma, missing from the Vietnam War.
The Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency (www.dpaa.mil) has reported several more since our posting. They find the missing—quietly, resolutely, and bravely—from World War II on.
I’ve seen firsthand how the festering anguish melts from family’s hearts when the remains of a loved one is finally returned. In Master Sergeant James W. Holt’s case from the battle for Lang Vei, the reunion was 47 anguishing years in the making.
I wrote about his funeral at Arlington National Cemetery in Route 9 Problem because his family so lovingly shared him with me. His repatriation made national news. I wrote about other families in the book, too, and will be forever in their debt for sharing their deeply personal stories.
I had many profound experiences that day at Arlington in May 2015, but one I didn’t write about until now.
A man in a suit approached me, introducing himself as a retired US Army lieutenant colonel now serving with the ones who find the missing. Matt was briefly one of my lieutenants at Fort Knox years ago when I was his cavalry troop commander. My first book about Lang Vei, Tanks in the Wire, was published then and he was kind to mention it.
The prologue to Route 9 Problem features photos of excavations of Lang Vei where four of the five MIAs have been found.
Dennis Thompson, captured at Lang Vei in February 1968 and brutalized for 61 months, has returned twice to Lang Vei on those excavations that helped find four of his brothers-in-arms, including James Holt. The search continues for Daniel Phillips. Dennis’s family did not know he was alive until two weeks before his return in March 1973.
Matt and his people find the missing. I am in awe of their devotion. I didn’t interview them for Route 9 Problem but perhaps I should have. Join me in saluting them now.
One of my sources for Route 9 was Where They Lay, a 2003 book by Earl Swift. Swift accompanied Matt’s people on excavations of battlefields on the same Route 9 that I wrote about, but farther west into Laos.
Swift’s writing introduced me to the men and women who venture into these forgotten jungles braving monsoons; hidden minefields of corroded and unstable, unexploded ordnance; deadly snakes, centipedes, leaches and mosquitoes; and impossible time constraints placed on them by foreign governments.
They fly on host country aircraft, mostly aging rust-bucket Russian helicopters with questionable upkeeping, and live in tents or crude hootches. All to find and identify American servicemembers who went missing before they were born, and return them to grateful families and an equally grateful nation.
Here’s to Matt and the men and women of the Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency for the precious work they do. Check www.dpaa.mil each Sunday morning before church for updates on those found. Pray for more successes and the safety of those who do the searching.
Read Where They Lay. Your heart will be grateful.
This post amends a previous version but not the message: If you were in their boots, what would you do?
The men represented America from New Hampshire to California and cities and farms in between. Some were immigrants. Many had family members who fought in World War II. Some were senior in rank and battle-hardened while others were on their first combat tour. These children of America’s Greatest Generation and patriotic volunteers in a war that was bitterly controversial back home came together at Lang Vei and didn’t back down.