You're a 19 year old kid. You're critically wounded and dying in the jungle in the Ia Drang Valley. November 11, 1965, LZ X-ray, Vietnam. Your infantry unit is outnumbered 8-1 and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 or 200 yards away, that your own Infantry Commander has ordered the MedEvac helicopters to stop coming in.
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns and you know you're not getting out. Your family is half way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you'll never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day.
Then - over the machine gun fire - you faintly hear the sound of a helicopter. You look up to see an unarmed Huey, but it doesn't seem real because no MedEvac markings are on it. Ed Freeman is coming for you. He's not MedEvac; so, it's not his job, but he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire anyway even after the MedEvacs were ordered not to come. He's coming anyway.
Freeman drops his Huey in and sits there in the machine gun fire, as they load 2 or 3 of you on board. Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire to the doctors and nurses. And he kept coming back 13 more times and took about 30 of you and your buddies out who would never have gotten out.
Medal of Honor Recipient, Ed Freeman, died last Wednesday at the age of 80, in Boise, Idaho.
May God Rest His Soul.
P.S. I bet you didn't hear about this hero's passing, but we've sure seen a whole bunch about Michael Jackson and Ted Kennedy.