Sam Robb (Robbie) YN3, VF-11
I served with the Red Rippers in VF-11, as a Legal Yeoman from 1966 through 1968, and transferred to the Chief of Naval Operations in the Pentagon from 1968 through 1970. I am originally from Arena, Wisconsin, but ended up in Virginia after trying to locate the family of David Smith from Waynesboro, Virginia. I went to work for one of the companies that rebuilt the berthing compartments after the fire - Wayne Manufacturing and Hopeman Brothers. The tragic events of July 29, 1967 have had a major impact on me and every one of the shipmates that I have spoken with since that day. I live in Stuarts Draft, Virginia, have a wonderful wife, Celeste and two daughters, Jennifer and Shelly, and am the President and part owner of Comtech Associates, Inc., a computer programming company in Staunton, Virginia. It would be good to hear from any of the old shipmates. I think half the squadron used to write letters, play cards, tape music and entertain ourselves in the admin office all night during the Tonkin Gulf and Med cruises. Any of you that haven't seen THE WALL in D.C. need to make a special trip to see it. It helped my healing process significantly. I would enjoy hearing from any of you that remember me. You may contact me at samrobb@sprynet.com
Hugh G. McIlwee (Mack) ABH-3 V-1 Division 1966-1969
I served on the USS Forrestal during the West Pac Cruise. I worked as a Tractor driver with the Crash Crew. I was on board on 29 July, 1967, literally in the fire!! I was on the port side aft starting a A4 SkyHawk, the missile that fired hit the plane next to the one that I had just started. When the first bomb exploded a concussion blew me into the air, and I landed in the nets behind the round down. After getting back on the deck, we started getting the pilots out of their planes, and rigging fire hoses. At times I would be on a firehose with several men, and an explosion would occur and I would be the only one left standing. I felt as though there was a shield from God wrapped around me that day. I saw things that day that are better left untold. Being on the Crash Crew, I lost most of my friends. 32 years later I still remain friends with some of the survivors. Luckily, I survived without a scratch!!
Some of the friends that I lost that day, were: Gerald G. Fredrickson (Fred), Phillip Hudson, Chief Ferrier, Robert H. Swain, Richard M. Seitz, Ralph E. Manning, Walter E. Steele and Kenneth D. Strain. It was an honor and a privilege to have served with these brave men, and with all who served aboard the USS Forrestal.
Anyone who was on the flight deck that day, who worked or remembers me, please e-mail me at henderson@cavemen.net.
Hugh G. McIlwee (Mack)
George T. Nethery (E-5, E Division)
My husband, George Nethery, served in the Navy from 1966 until 1970. At the
time of his honorable discharged in April of 1970, his first child was 6
weeks old. She had been born at Bethesda Naval Hospital in Maryland. George
started out as an E-2 and was an E-5 when he was discharged. I don't know a
lot of details regarding his whereabouts at the time of the fire. I know
only that he was in E Division and was below the flight deck. His experience
that day was one that he preferred not to talk about. He felt fortunate that
he was not injured but was deeply saddened by the fact that some of his
friends had died in the fire. After the Forrestal returned to the States, he
completed a Fresnel Lens course in Lakehurst, New Jersey, after which he was
assigned to P.L.A.T. in V-2 Division.
After his discharge, George raised his family (5 daughters and 1 son)
in a rural setting in Frederick, Maryland. During that time, he completed
his Bachelor of Science degree in Radio, Television and Film-making at the
University of Maryland. He worked most of his life making educational films
for students and teachers in the Montgomery County Public School System. He
was involved in all of his children's activities and coached t-ball, softball
and gymnastics. He served in many capacities in the life of his parish
church. He and I were married for 25 years until his untimely death in 1993
from a heart attack when he was 47 years old.
George was a wonderful husband and father. He was very loyal,
patriotic, religious, and deeply committed to his family, church and
community. He was proud to have served in the U. S. Navy, especially on the
U.S.S. Forrestal. Our oldest daughter coincidentally joined the Navy Nurse
Corps while in college and was assigned to Bethesda Naval Hospital (her
birthplace) where she now serves as a civilian nurse. She was a Lieutenant
at the time of her discharge. Our second and third daughters are college
graduates as well, and our fourth daughter is a sophomore in college. Our
fifth daughter is starting high school, and our only son (the poor guy is the
youngest) is starting middle school this fall (1999).
I am grateful for this Forrestal website. It provides comfort and a certain
amount of closure for me and the children, and it is a wonderful diversion
for my 12-year old son. I am proud of all of the men who served on the
Forrestal -- those who died in the fire as well as those who survived.
If anyone knew my husband, please contact me.
Jean Nethery
4103 Cove Court
Monrovia, MD 21770
Allecnarf@aol.com
Philip Raymond Kendall, E-3 B Division
I'm a Machine Operator for a Plastics Company, (VPI ) Sheet Products
Division. Delaware City, Delaware, 19706. (31) Years.
My Address is 321 Chattahoochee Drive, Chandeleur Woods, Bear, Delaware,
19701. I served on the Forrestal from l966-1967, My birth date is 7/30/46. I'm
married with 3 children, 2 girls ages 22,17, 1 boy, 14. I'm a Life Member of
the VFW Post 8175, ELKTON, Maryland.
Thanks, and GOD BLESS
Philip R. Kendall
Daniel T. Dalena
"This your first cruise?" Can't tell you how many times I was asked that on a day in 1967 when we, a reconassaince attack squadron, were boarding the carrier, USS Forrestal in Norfolk Va., about to set out for carrier quals (the precursor for a combat cruise). Shortly after returning from that two week cruise, we would take a route to the Tonkin Gulf, in the South China Sea, and travel almost two thirds around the world to get there. We would depart Norfolk, sail around Cape Horn, through the Indian Ocean then on to Subic Bay, Phillipines to pick up more supplies. I must admit now, I was a little excited.
The cruise over there was not as much hard work for the squadron personnel, although we still had maintenance on aircraft, tests and inspections, but not the craziness they call flight ops., where, if your head is in the place 'where the sun don't shine', you can be blown off the deck by a jet exhaust. It was also about long nights away from the family and beautiful sunrises and sunsets.
You might think right about now, why didn't this guy stay in the Navy? Well, even after offers to enroll at Annapolis Academy and later on, an invitation to the Blue Angels Flying Teams maintance crew, I couldn't accept. The reason was that I had just met my future wife just after signing up and just before going onto active duty. Cache plan they called it. Needless to say, she, and my impending family of two children, took precedence.
How tranquil the waters looked in the Gulf of Tonkin, you would never believe the pandemonium they call the Viet Nam war, was so close. Then it happened. A hot summer day, online in the Gulf, a major Alpha strike about to be launched, and all hell broke loose. I was covering two of our aircraft to be launched, in case engine trouble developed during startups. While watching the orchestrated movements of the plane captain signalling the pilot to actuate and test control surfaces, I saw a fireball directly under an A4 Skyhawk across the flight deck. It appeared in my line of sight directly over the plane captains left shoulder, approximately 75 feet beyond him. I instinctively turned my head to avoid any debris from hitting my face. By the time I turned my head back, I heard the explosion, it was that fast. It was the A-4's centerline fuel droptank full of fuel. It caused 4 to 5 other aircract to immediately be immersed in flames. I jumped behind a compressor cart, fearing another possible explosion. Pilots of the engulfed aircraft were clamoring to get out of the cockpits, one even ejected on the deck, from what I was told. The words "fire! fire! flight deck aft" rang out over the bridge loudspeakers. Realizing, no, hoping is more like it, that no more explosions would follow, I dove for the catwalk to go below the flight deck. Steel plate thick enough to support planes, some over 30 tons, should be fairly safe to be under. I thought it best to let the crash crew and ships company handle the fire. I had had training for such things, but didn't want to interfere with their operations and procedures.
Almost in the next instant, there was an announcement that gripped my bones. "General quarters, general quarters, all hands man your battle stations. This is not a drill, this is not a drill." Now, that was scary. Bombs and missiles, all live, were loaded onto aircraft and stored on the deck next to the island.(the superstructure on the flight deck) What if they can't get the fire out right away. All this is racing through your head in a heartbeat. Only afterward did I realize the potential. I had to get to my G.Q. station, which was my shop, 3 decks down on the hangar deck, port side aft.
OK, simple, we had the drills, travel forward and up on the starboard side, aft and down on the port. I had to go down. I bolted for the port side to get to a ladder down. Only when I saw what looked like a hundred guys running toward me through the knee knockers (the portals in the passageways where the bottom of the opening is about shin height, hence the name) did I realize they were running away from the fire area. Well, wrong way for me! I spun around and started running forward. There are no words that can describe what happened next, but I'll try to do just that. When you see a movie or a show where an explosion occurs, and you, the audience, are below decks on a ship, you probably think the cameraman shakes and vibrates the camera, to make it look like everything shudders. Well, you're right. I didn't think it could happen, but the whole ship seemed to shudder, paint chips falling and all, due to what I later found out was a 1000 lb. conventional bomb going off. It may have been the one that destroyed the port gun mount, where I was initially headed. I don't know, someone was looking out for me, I guess. Another 1000 lb. bomb wound up blowing a huge hole in the "indestructable" flight deck, killing all of the night crew of another squadron asleep in their bunks. Flaming fuel poured in on top of them as they slept or dressed for G.Q. It still makes me sick to know half of them didn't know what hit them. After hours of firefighting by a corageous crew, the fire was finally out. Dogged hatches kept me from reaching my shop, or helping with the fire, but it may have been a blessing in disguise. Next day, we found the refrigerator in the shop, along with other things, had shrapnel imbedded in them.
We were told that 149-150 men had been killed. They used the hangar deck as a makeshift morgue. Never seen so many body bags in one place at one time. It was truly a sad sight. The smell of death and chemical residue from the foam agent lingered about the ship all the way home. We sent messages to our loved ones that we were ok, those of us that were lucky enough, and a letter would follow.
Whenever I recount the events that occured on that ominous day, even now, I feel deep compassion for the men that were lost, and for their families. Not knowing any of them personally makes no difference at all, for on a ship in the US Navy, there are no strangers, only shipmates helping and trying to save each other when the situation arises. To my fellow shipmates, rest in peace, yours, and so many others, will not soon be forgotten, at least not by this sailor.
Daniel T. Dalena
ADJ2, RVAH-11, U.S.N.
served from 1966 to 1970
I am writing in regards to my father, he served aboard the U.S.S. Forrestal during the 60's. I don't know the exact dates that he served or his rank at the time. He was a damage controlman who was there when the fire took place. I grew up listening to stories about his tour on the Forrestal. If anyone knew him and would like to get in touch, here is his address:
318 Chestnut St
Mifflinburg, PA 17844
570-966-9558
Thank you,
Michael D. Monroe, SrA, USAF