Post by Iloilo Forums on Feb 18, 2012 6:26:05 GMT -5
Faces that always will remain
by LCmdr Ryan Dunn
I'd like to share a recent experience I had involving a humanitarian-assistance, disaster-relief (HADR) operation.
The USS Ronald Reagan (CVN-76) Strike Group provided immediate relief supplies to Filipinos affected by Typhoon Fengshen (or Frank, as it was known around the islands), which had struck June 20. The Philippine government requested we assist the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP). Our efforts were directed to one of the hardest hit areas, the Visayan region, which includes the provinces of Iloilo, Aklan and Antique on Panay Island. Also included are the North and South Gigante Islands.
Outside of the Navy and the Philippine media, this operation was not publicized widely. You probably didn't see it on the front page of any .com or newspaper.
I was the pilot-in-command of Red Stinger 104, one of two HSL-49 Det 4, "A Team," SH-60B helicopters embarked on USS Chancellorsville (CG-62). We landed our Seahawk at Cabatuan Airport, a small, newly-constructed international airport located on the southern end of Panay, just outside the island's major city of Iloilo. My copilot, Lt. Troy Leveron, and I were given GPS coordinates on a piece of scratch paper by the EA-6B squadron XO, who was coordinating helicopter HADR operations. We were loaded with boxes of water.
As we approached the tiny island of Tambaliza, situated just northeast of Panay Island, it looked like a ghost town. We saw several shacks edging the water, some bulls in a small pasture, a couple of dogs, and two locals next to a shelter waving a white flag at us. We flew over them and landed in a clearing just east. When we were 60 feet above the landing zone, more than 100 local residents appeared. Men, women and children came out of the surrounding areas and descended on our intended landing spot. These folks seemed to have no fear of our aircraft. Our presence was their first sign of help, and they were desperate.
As we continued trying to land, the rotor wash blew into the gathering mass of curious people and forced them to stop in their tracks. But, the moment we finally landed, they had no regard for the 20,000-pound helicopter with almost 2,000-shaft horsepower. The local residents ran straight under the rotor arc to the cabin opening, where they saw my aircrewman, Aviation Warfare Systems Operator 1st Class Nathaniel Watts, with boxes of water.
When I saw everyone rushing to accept our supplies, my heart skipped a beat. I had that funny feeling in my chest few other feelings could beat. OK, I admit I was a bit choked up, but it was by far the greatest moment in my career. I just wish I had had my maintainers with me, because they were also responsible for that surreal moment. I wanted the flight-deck guys on Chancellorsville, who gave us gas and launched us, to see those faces. I wish the ship helo-hangar techs could have experienced the expressions of appreciation. That's who I wanted there, those folks behind the scenes who made all this happen.
These unfortunate islanders were suffering from some of the most extensive flood damage they'd seen in recent history. They literally were fighting over our supplies; they pushed, shoved and reached. One guy even started to climb on top of the helo, but Watts quickly pulled him down for his safety. I was concerned about the safety of everyone; I didn't want anything to happen.
A guy who spoke decent English approached Petty Officer Watts and said he'd help slow people down and make it a bit safer if we saved him a box of supplies. After the guy had helped, we gave him his box.
A little girl was knocked down as she tried to get water. Our aircrewman shielded her and gave her three bottles of water, then cleared a path for her to escape the mob. As we pulled power, the 100-plus crowd waved to us in unison--a sight I'll never forget. We flew away and talked among ourselves about that moment in time, the moment that forever will stay engrained in my heart and mind.
I also was worried about our aircrewman. I called back, "You OK?"
"Sir, I'm fine back here," he said calmly. I recalled the two women who had begged for food next to my window. The only thing I had was two granola bars, so I opened the door and gave them the bars. They were most gracious. After eating the granola bars, they rubbed their stomachs and pointed to their mouths, asking for more. I began to feel bad as I remembered I'd just eaten steak and crab legs for lunch. I thought about how much food I and others waste in a day. I even get care packages from home. "Gosh, I'm pretty lucky!" I thought.
I grew up in a good home, with a supportive family, and I had plenty of opportunities. Seeing a guy walking outside the helo barefoot and wearing a flight suit that another crew probably had given him put things in perspective for me. Most of us never consider the possibility two-thirds of the world live with severely limited resources and very few opportunities. We delivered one of the most basic resources, clean water; yet, the local residents were so grateful. It makes me realize that taking the little things in life for granted can allow one to lose the big picture.
We have the greatest nation on earth, as well as the most opportunities of any country in the world. If you think you're having a bad day, you're not. If you think other people have it better than you do, some do, but the majority don't. People who live in these unfortunate circumstances are just not visible to you; they're not in your face. Well, they were in my face during this experience, and they always will remain.
LCdr. Dunn flies with HSL-49
*Edited: Cabatuan Airport, (Iloilo Airport at Cabatuan, Iloilo, Philippines, NOT Santa Barbara Airport)
by LCmdr Ryan Dunn
I'd like to share a recent experience I had involving a humanitarian-assistance, disaster-relief (HADR) operation.
The USS Ronald Reagan (CVN-76) Strike Group provided immediate relief supplies to Filipinos affected by Typhoon Fengshen (or Frank, as it was known around the islands), which had struck June 20. The Philippine government requested we assist the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP). Our efforts were directed to one of the hardest hit areas, the Visayan region, which includes the provinces of Iloilo, Aklan and Antique on Panay Island. Also included are the North and South Gigante Islands.
Outside of the Navy and the Philippine media, this operation was not publicized widely. You probably didn't see it on the front page of any .com or newspaper.
I was the pilot-in-command of Red Stinger 104, one of two HSL-49 Det 4, "A Team," SH-60B helicopters embarked on USS Chancellorsville (CG-62). We landed our Seahawk at Cabatuan Airport, a small, newly-constructed international airport located on the southern end of Panay, just outside the island's major city of Iloilo. My copilot, Lt. Troy Leveron, and I were given GPS coordinates on a piece of scratch paper by the EA-6B squadron XO, who was coordinating helicopter HADR operations. We were loaded with boxes of water.
As we approached the tiny island of Tambaliza, situated just northeast of Panay Island, it looked like a ghost town. We saw several shacks edging the water, some bulls in a small pasture, a couple of dogs, and two locals next to a shelter waving a white flag at us. We flew over them and landed in a clearing just east. When we were 60 feet above the landing zone, more than 100 local residents appeared. Men, women and children came out of the surrounding areas and descended on our intended landing spot. These folks seemed to have no fear of our aircraft. Our presence was their first sign of help, and they were desperate.
As we continued trying to land, the rotor wash blew into the gathering mass of curious people and forced them to stop in their tracks. But, the moment we finally landed, they had no regard for the 20,000-pound helicopter with almost 2,000-shaft horsepower. The local residents ran straight under the rotor arc to the cabin opening, where they saw my aircrewman, Aviation Warfare Systems Operator 1st Class Nathaniel Watts, with boxes of water.
When I saw everyone rushing to accept our supplies, my heart skipped a beat. I had that funny feeling in my chest few other feelings could beat. OK, I admit I was a bit choked up, but it was by far the greatest moment in my career. I just wish I had had my maintainers with me, because they were also responsible for that surreal moment. I wanted the flight-deck guys on Chancellorsville, who gave us gas and launched us, to see those faces. I wish the ship helo-hangar techs could have experienced the expressions of appreciation. That's who I wanted there, those folks behind the scenes who made all this happen.
These unfortunate islanders were suffering from some of the most extensive flood damage they'd seen in recent history. They literally were fighting over our supplies; they pushed, shoved and reached. One guy even started to climb on top of the helo, but Watts quickly pulled him down for his safety. I was concerned about the safety of everyone; I didn't want anything to happen.
A guy who spoke decent English approached Petty Officer Watts and said he'd help slow people down and make it a bit safer if we saved him a box of supplies. After the guy had helped, we gave him his box.
A little girl was knocked down as she tried to get water. Our aircrewman shielded her and gave her three bottles of water, then cleared a path for her to escape the mob. As we pulled power, the 100-plus crowd waved to us in unison--a sight I'll never forget. We flew away and talked among ourselves about that moment in time, the moment that forever will stay engrained in my heart and mind.
I also was worried about our aircrewman. I called back, "You OK?"
"Sir, I'm fine back here," he said calmly. I recalled the two women who had begged for food next to my window. The only thing I had was two granola bars, so I opened the door and gave them the bars. They were most gracious. After eating the granola bars, they rubbed their stomachs and pointed to their mouths, asking for more. I began to feel bad as I remembered I'd just eaten steak and crab legs for lunch. I thought about how much food I and others waste in a day. I even get care packages from home. "Gosh, I'm pretty lucky!" I thought.
I grew up in a good home, with a supportive family, and I had plenty of opportunities. Seeing a guy walking outside the helo barefoot and wearing a flight suit that another crew probably had given him put things in perspective for me. Most of us never consider the possibility two-thirds of the world live with severely limited resources and very few opportunities. We delivered one of the most basic resources, clean water; yet, the local residents were so grateful. It makes me realize that taking the little things in life for granted can allow one to lose the big picture.
We have the greatest nation on earth, as well as the most opportunities of any country in the world. If you think you're having a bad day, you're not. If you think other people have it better than you do, some do, but the majority don't. People who live in these unfortunate circumstances are just not visible to you; they're not in your face. Well, they were in my face during this experience, and they always will remain.
LCdr. Dunn flies with HSL-49
*Edited: Cabatuan Airport, (Iloilo Airport at Cabatuan, Iloilo, Philippines, NOT Santa Barbara Airport)