Lt.j.g. Clyde Lassen’s Medal of Honor commendation
On 19 June 1968 Lt. j.g. Clyde Everett Lassen, a member of Helicopter Support Squadron 7, Detachment 104, Republic of Vietnam was serving aboard USS Preble (DLG-15).
Citation: For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty as pilot and aircraft commander of a search and rescue helicopter, attached to Helicopter Squadron 7, during operations against enemy forces in North Vietnam.
Launched shortly after midnight to attempt the rescue of two downed aviators, Lt. Lassen skillfully piloted his aircraft over unknown and hostile terrain to a steep, tree-covered hill on which the survivors had been located.
Although enemy fire was being directed at the helicopter, he initially landed in a clear area near the base of the hill, but due to the dense undergrowth, the survivors could not reach the helicopter. With the aid of flare illumination, Lt. Lassen successfully accomplished a hover between two trees as the survivors’ positioned illumination was abruptly lost as the last of the flares were expended and the helicopter collided with a tree, commencing a sharp descent.
Expertly righting his aircraft and maneuvering clear, Lt. Lassen remained in the area, determined to make another rescue attempt, and encouraged the downed aviators while awaiting resumption of flair illumination. After another unsuccessful, illuminated rescue attempt, and with this fuel dangerously low and his aircraft significantly damaged, he launched and commenced another approach in the face of continuing enemy opposition.
When flair illumination was again lost, Lt. Lassen, fully aware of the dangers in clearly revealing his position to the enemy, turned on his landing light and completed the landing. On this attempt, the survivors were able to make their way to the helicopter. En route to the coast he encountered and successfully evaded additional hostile antiaircraft fire and, with fuel for only 5 minutes of flight remaining, landed safely aboard USS Jouett (GlG29).
Two jet pilots rescued behind enemy lines in Vietnam
They never thought it would be a milk run. It wasn’t for Lt. Cmdr. John Holtzclaw, the pilot of an F-4J Phantom II fighter, and Lt. Cmdr. John Burns, his radar intercept officer. Their fighter was part of a three-plane night raid over North Vietnam, flying off the deck of the carrier USS America in the Gulf of Tonkin.
It was July 19, 1968. The Phantoms were just north of Vinh Son, deep inside North Vietnam territory. The area crawled with enemy ground-to-air and antiaircraft artillery. It was also heavily populated with enemy soldiers and civilians.
The two fighters approached from the east at 10,000 feet, flying at a speed of 500 knots shortly after midnight. They worked in concert with an A-6 medium bomber.
“We were on a pouncer mission,” Holtzclaw recalled. “The A-6, with its sophisticated electronic detection equipment, flew ahead looking for ‘movers,’ enemy trucks transporting supplies south to ‘Charley.’
“When he located the enemy hardware he dropped illumination flares and cluster bombs on them” the pilot said. “Then we came in with our Phantoms and hit ‘em with our 500-pound bombs. Each plane carried six.”
But that night, the North Vietnamese troops and equipment were nowhere to be found. Then all hell broke loose for Holtzclaw and Burns.
“I detected a SAM II missile site during our first circuit of the area,” Burns said. “I said to John, ‘I hope that guy doesn’t shoot, because he’s pretty hot stuff.’”
On their second pass over the area, his fears came true. Two of the telephone-sized Russian-made surface-to-air missiles flying at 3 ½ times the speed of sound headed their way.
“We watched the missiles come up off the ground probably 10 miles ahead of us,” Holtzclaw recalled.
Their Phantom out-maneuvered the first two SAMs. It was a black, moonless night. Because of the darkness, they weren’t sure how much maneuvering room they had.
“We ran out of altitude, we ran out of air speed, we ran out of ideas,” Burns said, recalling their predicament three decades later.
“When they shot the third SAM, we were low and slow. Evading the first two took it out of us. We were barely hanging in the sky. I knew the third one would hit us,” Holtzclaw said.
“We were gonna take it right in the mouth. At the last second I jammed full rudder and jerked the stick to avoid eating it,” he explained.
The missile detonated with a blinding flash of light beside the F-4. Their Phantom gave a death shudder from the concussion as it went down.
“I realized we were done flying,” Holtzclaw recalled. “I yelled to Zeke, ‘Get out! Get out!”
The aviators landed in a rice paddy, not far from each other. They could hear the enemy soldiers talking as they searched the jungle for them.
Burns had fractured his right leg, sprained his left ankle and strained his neck during the ejection and landing. Despite his injuries, his adrenaline was flowing. He made his way through rice paddies and jungle without complaint.
At the time, Lt. j.g. Clyde Lassen was asleep. Minutes later he and his crew were airborne aboard their UH-2A Seasprint scout chopper.
Except for Lassen, this would be the rescue crew’s first flight into North Vietnam territory. Lassen was a long way from Englewood, Fla. where he grew up and Venice High School where he graduated.
“Clementine Two,” their chopper’s call sign, was dispatched to the crash site 70 miles away.
When they reached the North Vietnamese coast, the enemy was waiting. They fired two SAMs at them. The missiles passed harmlessly by the port and starboard sides of their chopper as they continued to their rendezvous with the downed F-4 crew.
Lassen located the area by homing in on the wrecked fighter still burning in the jungle below. He got a better fix from the radio signals broadcast by the fliers’ hand-held survival two-way radios.
By this time, Holzclaw and Burns had been on the ground 1 hour and 45 minutes. They were hiding in thick jungle on a hillside. At times the pilots were within yards of searching North Vietnamese soldiers.
The helicopter crew made voice contact with the downed aviators shortly after arriving in the area. After the fighter pilots identified themselves, they told the copter pilot the enemy was closing in on them. They need help now!
“As I recall, Clyde made five passes for us,” Burns said. “He tried the jungle penetrator twice, but we were in really thick undergrowth.”
It didn’t work. The penetrator is connected to the cable the chopper crew lowers to downed aviators. It’s a metal contraption that unfolds into two chairs. This allows the hovering helicopter to lift the fliers to safety.
As Lt. j.g. LeRoy Cook, the copilot aboard the chopper, recalls their third attempt to pick up the men was in an open rice paddy near the base of the hill. Again, Burns and Holtzclaw were farther up the hill and couldn’t work their way through the heavy vines and underbrush in time.
Lassen realized his under-powered, overweight; single-engine chopper couldn’t rescue both men unless he lightened its load. He told Cook to dump fuel to reduce weight. This made it possible to get both fliers aboard, the copilot he said. But it also reduced the helicopter’s flying time considerably.
As Clementine Two got into position and the penetrator was lowered again, the parachute flares, providing light for the rescue, went out.
Without the flares, they were engulfed in darkness. The starboard side of the chopper collided with a tree damaging one of the horizontal stabilizer near the tail rotor and the starboard door. The door later blew off during the trip home.
The chopper pitched right and headed ground ward. Lassen pulled it out of its descent into the jungle and certain death for those on board in the last second.
He was forced to fly the damaged copter out of the area once more because of the possibility of enemy ground fire. He waited for a second flare plane to arrive. It was a long 15 minutes.
“All of a sudden everybody (on the ground) woke up,” Cook recalled. “We started getting small-arms fire back at us.”
Gunner Bruce Dallas fired his door-mounted M-60 machine gun out the right side of the copter through the main cargo door. He was shooting at muzzle blasts in the jungle from enemy small arms. Returning fire at the other side door was Crewman Don West with another M-60. From his copilot’s seat, Cook said, “The longer we were in any one place, the more people we saw running around on the ground.”
Lassen realized time was running out for all of them. When the second flare plane arrived, he landed again in a rice paddy at the base of the hill.
He began his descent as the fighter crew tried to reach the landing zone. Again the downed fliers weren’t able to work their way through the dense jungle to meet their rescuers in time.
They were driven away by the intense enemy fire.
Clementine Two returned once more to the same spot, hoping they had given the grounded aviators time to reach the pickup spot. They still couldn’t make it. Lassen and his chopper crew flew out of extreme peril once more.
The helicopter only had 30 minutes of fuel left in its tanks. It was questionable whether they’d make it back to the ship, even if they could get the two men on board.
Lassen wasn’t going to give up now that the men were so near. Either he’d rescue the pilots with this attempt or he’d have to fly home empty-handed.
By this time, Holtzclaw and Burns had picked their way through the jungle to the bottom of the hill.
“The enemy was zeroing in on us,” Holtzclaw said. “They were tightening their ring around us. We were probably within 10 seconds of being grabbed.”
An enemy missile streaked by below the Seasprint as it began to land. Those on board could see the orange glow of the missiles’ tail when it passed.
During Lassen’s final descent, the parachute flares from the plane overhead went out a second time. In desperation, he turned on the chopper’s landing and search lights as a beacon for the F-4 crew.
They set down outside a little village under heavy enemy fire. Clyde maintained a lift on the copter so it wouldn’t sink into the mucky water of the rice paddy. They were sitting ducks.
Burns had already broken out of the jungle concealment and was closing on the chopper. He was covered with mud, injured and running at flank speed when he fell in the tall grass in front of the copter. He scrambled to his feet and made the final dash for its open cargo door.
All the while, Cook, Dallas and West kept suppressing fire on the enemy hiding in the jungle.
“The chopper was about 60 yards away when I broke from the bush. When I got to the side door, the gunner grabbed me like a rag doll and jerked me into the helicopter,” Holtzclaw said.
“Lieutenant, let’s get out of here,” West yelled to Lassen an instant later as he tapped him on the shoulder. Both F-4 aviators were safely aboard.
Lassen revved the engine and pulled up on the chopper’s collective (stick). The Seasprint, with its heavy load staggered slowly into the air.
They escaped the enemy-infested rescue zone in the nick of time. A minute or two later and they might not have made it.
“Clyde took the helicopter to 4,000 feet,” Holtzclaw recalled. “This got us away from the ground fire. It also gave him enough altitude to auto-rotate the helo down into the sea if we ran out of fuel. From the sea we could be rescued again.”
Their chances of making it to the Preble were slim. Under the direction of an air traffic controller aboard the USS Jouett, the helo was directed to the guided missile frigate’s deck instead of the Preble, further out at sea.
The skipper of the Jouett, Capt. Robert Hayes, brought his ship within three miles of the beach. Then the captain ordered all his ship’s flight deck lights lit to help the chopper pilot find his deck. The frigate commander was within range of enemy artillery when he turned his landing light on.
Hayes’ action saved those aboard Clementine Two. Lassen didn’t have to ditch his chopper into the sea for lack of fuel trying to make it home to the Preble.
“We came straight in and landed because we didn’t have enough fuel to make a circling approach,” Holtzclaw said.
“I personally wouldn’t have gone into North Vietnam to get us, because I knew what the stakes were,” the retired Phantom pilot added. “But Clyde put duty above his own safety. It was this attitude that resulted in our rescue.”
‘As a Navy corpsman named Johnson helped me out of the helicopter,” Burns recalled, “I reached over and said to Clyde, ‘I don’t know how to thank you gents.’
“He replied, just as cool as a cucumber, ‘We’ve been over here several months now. Nice to have something to do.’
“Clyde was a true hero,” Burns added.
Lassen’s File (1942 – 1994)
Name: Clyde E. Lassen
D.O.B: 14 March 1942, Fort Myers, Fla.
Hometown: Englewood, Fla.
Address: Pensacola, Fla.
Entered Service: 1963
Unit: U.S. Navy, Helicopter Support Squadron 7, Detachment 104, embarked in U.S.S. Preble (DLG-15)
Commendations: Medal of Honor, Bronze Star with a “V” for Valor, Meritorious Service Medal, Air Medal, Presidential Unit Citation, National Defense Service Medal, Republic of Vietnam Service Medal, Vietnam Service Medal and Good Conduct Medal.
Married: Linda Sawn
Children: Daryl and Lynell Koser
This story was first published in the Charlotte Sun newspaper, Port Charlotte, Florida on Wednesday, November 11, 1998 and is republished with permission.
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USS Lassen commissioned – Speakers voice different views of U.S. military
Englewood Sun (FL) – Monday, April 23, 2001
TAMPA — Conflicting views of the Vietnam War surfaced during commissioning of the USS Lassen, the Navy’s latest Arleigh Burke class Aegis equipped guided-missile destroyer at Port Tampa Saturday.
Clyde Everett Lassen, a reluctant Vietnam War hero who grew up in Englewood and graduated from Venice High in 1960, became the first Navy aviator in the Vietnam War to receive the Medal of Honor. On June 19, 1968, he and his helicopter crew rescued two F-4J, Phantom II fighter/bomber aviators, John Holtzclaw and John “Zeke” Burns, who were shot down by an enemy missile deep in North Vietnamese territory. Lassen was 27 at the time.
Vice Adm. Edward Moore Jr., the primary speaker at Saturday’s ceremony, told the 3,000 guests that Lassen was, “… bold, brave and relentless; a total professional and a natural leader. He demonstrated an unparalleled devotion to duty.”
Burns, one of the two pilots Lassen and his crew rescued, views Lassen similarly, but had a totally different perception of the U.S. military during the Vietnam War.
“I’m here to deliver a message from Clyde Lassen to the captain and crew of this ship,” the retired Naval aviator said with a bevy of admirals sitting to his right under a canopy amidships. “Clyde Lassen’s message comes from the example he set through a lifetime of dedicated service.
“His message is: ‘Keep the faith.’
“Some may wonder when a Vietnam veteran says, ‘Keep the faith’ what that means.” The answer, Burns explained, “The U.S. military did not know how to protect us in Vietnam.
“‘Keep the faith’ is a credo, a watchword, a spirit for Americans who fought in Vietnam. LeRoy Cook, Bruce Dallas and Don West (other members of the rescue helicopter) ‘Kept the faith.’ We who fought in Vietnam ‘Kept the faith’. But no one ‘Kept the faith’ better than Lt. j.g. Clyde Lassen,” he said.
“Officers and crew of this magnificent ship, Lassen — again Clyde’s message to you: ‘Keep the faith.”
Moore retold Lassen’s war story to the multitude seated at dockside behind the Tampa Aquarium under blue skies and a bright sun. The gray silhouette of the massive steel war ship towered five stories above the crowd.
“On one special day in June of 1968, Lt. j.g. Clyde Lassen called up his courage, skill and dedication and flew one of the most daring rescues a valiant aviator ever attempted,” the three-star admiral said. “Battling darkness, enemy fire and rapidly running out of fuel, he and his brave crew made multiple attempts to save two downed shipmates.
“Lassen refused to give up on his brother aviators. Against all odds, he rescued the two grateful pilots from the certain hell of a North Vietnamese prison camp,” he told the audience.
“For his extraordinary efforts, he received this nation’s highest military honor. As a Medal of Honor recipient, his name is also enshrined in the Pentagon’s Hall of Heroes. And now his name is emblazoned on this magnificent warship.”
At that point, Linda Lassen, wife of the ship’s namesake, and Barbara Pilling, wife of Admiral Donald Pilling, retired vice chief of naval operations, stepped to the podium to begin the official commissioning ceremony. In Navy tradition, the two women are the ship’s sponsors.
Commissioning is the most significant event of the triad that brings a ship to life: keel laying, christening and commissioning. The ceremony was sponsored by the Navy League of Tampa.
Seventeen shots were fired from cannons in honor of Moore’s attendance at the ceremony.
A Navy band, stationed at the end of the pier, played “Anchors Aweigh” as the Union Jack, a dark blue flag with 50 white stars signifying the 50 states, was raised from a short mast at the Lassen’s bow by a single sailor in dress whites. At the same time, a small red, white and blue commissioning pendant was run up a radar mast, the tallest point on the ship.
Meanwhile, two contingents of sailors in white summer dress uniforms ran for the gangways at each end of the destroyer. Moments later, the young men and women who comprise the crew were evenly spaced at attention along the ship’s railing as the last two UH-2 Seasprite helicopters in the Navy — like the one Lassen few on the rescue mission — passed overhead.
The USS Lassen had officially become this country’s 32rd Arleigh Burk class guided-missile destroyer. Its primary mission is to conduct sustained combat operations at sea. It’s capable of fighting air, surface and subsurface battles simultaneously with a myriad of 21st century offensive and defensive weapons.
Clyde Lassen, who died from cancer in 1994, never thought he deserved the Medal of Honor for rescuing the two downed aviators. In his view it was what the Navy was paying him to do.
Looking at the sleek, new $900 million fighting ship tugging at its mooring lines at dockside, one can’t forget the brief conversation Lassen had with Burns seconds after they landed safely aboard the USS Jewett in the Gulf of Tonkin half a lifetime ago.
“I don’t know how to thank you gents,” Burns said as he was helped from his rescue helicopter.
“We’ve been over here several months now. Nice to have something to do,” Lassen replied.