Above and Beyond: My Enemy, My Friend

Dan Cherry and Hong My met in the skies over North Vietnam in 1972, then again 36 years later.

  • By Dan Cherry
  • Air & Space magazine, May 2009
 
Major Dan Cherry (right) and Lieutenant Hong My in Vietnam last year. Major Dan Cherry (right) and Lieutenant Hong My, in Vietnam last year.

John Fleck

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Hong My then invited me to his home in Hanoi. I had already planned to fly to Hanoi the next day, so he changed his airline reservation to fly with me. With my former adversary by my side, we flew over the same countryside where I had flown so many combat missions.

After I checked into my hotel we walked to Hong My's home through the streets of Hanoi, passing the beautiful old French Opera House and dodging motor scooters. I was introduced to his son, Quan, his wife, Giang, and grandson, Duc, who was celebrating his first birthday. Hong My was holding Duc, and as I came close, the little boy reached out to me. And then, Hong My placed Duc in my arms. I couldn't help thinking that had things gone differently in the sky that day 36 years ago, Duc wouldn't have been here for me to hold.

After a wonderful Vietnamese dinner, Hong My offered to take me back to the hotel on his motor scooter. (Everyone in Vietnam has a scooter.) We zipped through the streets of Hanoi, the MiG pilot and the F-4 pilot, laughing, dodging traffic, and having a grand old time.

The next day, Hong My was my tour guide. We went to every museum, war memorial, and tourist attraction, including the "Hanoi Hilton." Hoa Lo Prison, now a museum, was built by the French at the turn of the century, when Vietnam was a French colony. Most of the exhibits are about the French imprisoning Vietnamese citizens who had fought for independence, but a few showed American POWs during their incarcerations.

Usually gregarious and outgoing, Hong My turned quiet and somber. As I studied photographs of American POWs, he whispered, "Did you have friends in here?" I pointed to a picture of Colonel John Flynn. "He is my friend." Hong My lowered his eyes and shook his head.

As we emerged, I was overwhelmed with sorrow. Hong My put his arm consolingly around my shoulder and patted me on the back. On the street in front of the infamous POW jail, my enemy had become a true friend.

Dan Cherry served with the U.S. Air Force for 29 years, during which he commanded the Eighth Tactical Fighter Wing and the Thunderbirds, and flew 295 combat missions during the Vietnam War. He retired with the rank of brigadier general. To purchase his just-published book, send a check for $25 to Aviation Heritage Park, My Enemy My Friend, P.O. Box 1526, Bowling Green, KY 42102-1526. Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center on April 27.

In 1971, the U.S. Air Force offered a checkout in the McDonnell F-4 to Republic F-105 drivers who had completed a 100-mission combat tour and were willing to volunteer for a second tour. I dearly loved the Thud, but with its numbers dwindling due to combat losses, its future was bleak.

I checked out in the F-4 at Homestead Air Force Base in Florida and in June arrived at Udorn Royal Thai Air Force Base in Thailand. The usual mission of the 13th Tactical Fighter Squadron was two-ship bombing flights under forward air control in Laos and an occasional reconnaissance escort into southern North Vietnam. By protecting the recon guys from MiGs, aircrews felt they were really doing something productive and, according to the rules of engagement, if the recce airplanes were fired at, we could drop bombs.

In 1972, combat missions grew more challenging. More reconnaissance escorts were dropping bombs and more F-4s were sent on multiple-flight missions against specific North Vietnam targets. On April 15, the air tasking order for the next day called for 20 airplanes to fly MiG patrol in the Hanoi area for bombing flights taking off from other F-4 and F-105 bases. The gloves were coming off.

At 8 a.m., the four airplanes of Basco Flight, each with three external fuel tanks and less than a full load of missiles, roared off Udorn's Runway 12, with Fred Olmsted and Stu Maas leading and Jeff Feinstein and me flying number 3. We jettisoned our empty centerline tanks and accelerated across the border into North Vietnam, heading straight for Hanoi. Enemy surface-to-air missile radars were on us immediately but we ignored the warnings: Our mission was to kill MiGs.

From the back seat of Basco Lead, Maas radioed that he'd spotted MiGs: two "bandits" dead ahead at 20 miles. We jettisoned our inboard fuel tanks, lit afterburners, and set switches as two MiG-21s tracked down the radar screen. Olmsted gained visual contact on the silver fighters as they passed overhead. We made a hard right turn to get into firing position.

Out of nowhere came a camouflaged MiG trailing the first two. I rolled out of the turn and headed straight for him, following as he broke into a cloud bank. "Lock him up, he should be right off our nose," I told Feinstein. But we were unable to lock on in the clouds, with surface-to-air radar warning blasting in our ears, so I pulled up into the clear. Flying with no visibility in a high-threat area is not what you want to be doing, MiG or no MiG.

Basco 4, Greg Crane, was hanging in there just fine as we popped out in the clear on top of the clouds. Then he spotted our MiG at 2 o'clock high. We made a hard climbing turn into firing position. Fire one Sidewinder. Fire two. No results. Something was wrong with my fire control system.

Frustrated, breathing hard, I switched element lead with Crane, who, in a descending right turn, fired three AIM 7 Sparrow missiles. Nothing. Are we snake-bit, or what? I took the lead again.

I concentrated on smoothly tracking the MiG in my gunsight and setting up switches for a shot. Lo and behold, at about 4,000 feet Feinstein got a full system lock-on. I clamped down on the trigger—with no expectations—and swoosh, out came a Sparrow. It hit the MiG in the right wing root. The wing blew off. Flame, smoke, and pieces of airplane went in all directions. What remained of the aircraft went into a snap roll and then, right in front of me, out popped the pilot with his parachute. I had to maneuver quickly to avoid the white canopy with one red panel. Crane confirmed the kill, and we joined up and headed home. Then came Olmsted's call, "Scratch another MiG-21," confirming his kill on one of the silver MiGs.

Two confirmed MiG kills, and all of Basco Flight coming home safe and sound. The Udorn Officers Club was the hot spot that night.

 

In June 2004, during a visit to the National Museum of the United States Air Force in Dayton, Ohio, some friends and I discovered the very airplane I had flown that April day 32 years ago. F-4D no. 66-7550 was on static display on the outskirts of Dayton, with my name and the red victory star, but the elements had taken their toll. Citizens in my hometown, Bowling Green, Kentucky, working to establish an aviation museum there, arranged to borrow Phantom 550 for future restoration and display.

We constantly brainstormed ways to promote Aviation Heritage Park and raise money to acquire more aircraft. The idea of trying to find the MiG pilot came up, usually over a couple of beers, and in jest. Still, I had always been curious about his fate—who he was, whether he survived, if he had a family—so we set about seeing what we could find out.

Through an acquaintance, I learned about a Vietnamese television show, "The Separation Never Seems to Have Existed," which reunites people who have lost touch. When the producer heard of my quest, she asked me, via e-mail, to write a letter stating my intentions and the circumstances surrounding the dogfight. Within two weeks she had found the MiG pilot, and invited me to Vietnam to appear on television with him.

On April 5, 2008, on live television, my heart pounded as Nguyen Hong My—the man I had last seen in a black flightsuit, swinging under a red and white canopy—walked onto the set. He greeted me with a firm handshake and words of welcome, and expressed his desire for us to become friends. We sat down at a table with the producer, Thu Uyen. The interview began with our histories and pictures of our families. I teared up when I saw photos of our children and grandchildren on the monitor, and so did Hong My—two tough old fighter pilots weeping on national television.

After the show, we had dinner and wine on the roof of the Majestic Hotel in Ho Chi Minh City, and with the help of an interpreter, we got to know each other. In the early 1960s, Hong My spent four years in the Soviet Union, training to fly and checking out in the MiG-21. He told me that Ho Chi Minh himself had presented him with his pilot wings and that he had been credited with one American shootdown. In our engagement, he broke both arms and severely injured his back in the ejection, but he recovered and went on to fly for two more years.

Hong My then invited me to his home in Hanoi. I had already planned to fly to Hanoi the next day, so he changed his airline reservation to fly with me. With my former adversary by my side, we flew over the same countryside where I had flown so many combat missions.

After I checked into my hotel we walked to Hong My's home through the streets of Hanoi, passing the beautiful old French Opera House and dodging motor scooters. I was introduced to his son, Quan, his wife, Giang, and grandson, Duc, who was celebrating his first birthday. Hong My was holding Duc, and as I came close, the little boy reached out to me. And then, Hong My placed Duc in my arms. I couldn't help thinking that had things gone differently in the sky that day 36 years ago, Duc wouldn't have been here for me to hold.

After a wonderful Vietnamese dinner, Hong My offered to take me back to the hotel on his motor scooter. (Everyone in Vietnam has a scooter.) We zipped through the streets of Hanoi, the MiG pilot and the F-4 pilot, laughing, dodging traffic, and having a grand old time.

The next day, Hong My was my tour guide. We went to every museum, war memorial, and tourist attraction, including the "Hanoi Hilton." Hoa Lo Prison, now a museum, was built by the French at the turn of the century, when Vietnam was a French colony. Most of the exhibits are about the French imprisoning Vietnamese citizens who had fought for independence, but a few showed American POWs during their incarcerations.

Usually gregarious and outgoing, Hong My turned quiet and somber. As I studied photographs of American POWs, he whispered, "Did you have friends in here?" I pointed to a picture of Colonel John Flynn. "He is my friend." Hong My lowered his eyes and shook his head.

As we emerged, I was overwhelmed with sorrow. Hong My put his arm consolingly around my shoulder and patted me on the back. On the street in front of the infamous POW jail, my enemy had become a true friend.

Dan Cherry served with the U.S. Air Force for 29 years, during which he commanded the Eighth Tactical Fighter Wing and the Thunderbirds, and flew 295 combat missions during the Vietnam War. He retired with the rank of brigadier general. To purchase his just-published book, send a check for $25 to Aviation Heritage Park, My Enemy My Friend, P.O. Box 1526, Bowling Green, KY 42102-1526. Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center on April 27.


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Comments (20)

We are overwhelmed with pride for our brother-
in-law, Dan. He not only is our pride and joy,
but our hero. He lives a life of true adventure
and yet, remains a soul at peace in every way.

We are so proud of him and wish him every success
with his wonderful book.

Dick and Sue Ellen

Posted by Richard and Sue Ellen Brooks on March 18,2009 | 09:26 AM

Great story, of two (2) great men. Would love to meet them, both. Unfortunatly I will be out of town when they will be at the book signing.

Posted by Ron Fellman on March 20,2009 | 02:55 PM

I just returned from Bowling Green where I happened to come across the F-4 discussed in this article. Seeing the actual plane is one thing but subsequently reading this article authored by the pilot and learning the history behind it and about the recent reunion between the fighter pilots was a great surprise. My pictures suddenly seem more meaningful. Great story.

Posted by James Cizdziel on March 23,2009 | 02:55 AM

Brought back memories! I was stationed at Udorn from March '71 til March '72. I was assigned as a AWC in the ABCCC Sauadron and flew night missions over Laos. I may have communicated over the radio with Dan Cherry or his GIB during that time. We also participated in celebrations at the Officer's Club after our fighter bretheren returned form spectacular mission like this. Sometimes, the celebrations were still ongoing when we landed at 05:30 in the morning. I especially remember this happening after a F-4 pilot was rescued by the "Jolly Green" guys and I had gone to the club for breakfast after my mission debriefing.

Thanks for your contributions to our AF and our country Dan Cherry!

Posted by Boyd Nix, Col. USAF (Ret.) on March 24,2009 | 10:11 AM

Our family of six are looking forward to the lecture and book signing on April 28th! What a meaningful story and an exciting way for our children to connect with history!

I have not been successful in finding the book to buy so that we can read it with the children prior to the lecture. Any suggestions would be appreciated. EDITORS' REPLY: Have you tried the Smithsonian shops, at 202-357-1387? Alternately, try www.amazon.com

Posted by C. Forry on April 14,2009 | 01:34 PM

To purchase his just-published book, send a check for $25 to Aviation Heritage Park, My Enemy My Friend, P.O. Box 1526, Bowling Green, KY 42102-1526.

Posted by Pat Trenner on April 15,2009 | 12:47 PM

had the pleasure of greeting Dan, whom I've known for about 7 years, and Hong My when they visited our Kentucky Dept.of Aviation here in Frankfort on April 17th.They flew up from Bowling Green in Dan's Cessna Skyhawk.We ate at a local Mexican restaurant; toured the capital and then visited the Vietnam Memorial.To see the interaction between these two former foes was something to behold.Hong My was a friendly and courteous guest and enjoyed the afternoon.What a truly remarkable tale of reconciliation.A story for the ages!

Posted by winn turney on April 27,2009 | 01:33 PM

I know alot about the air war over North Vietnam. This Vietnamese pilot said that he shot down a F-4 Phantom a couple months before he was shot down on April 16, 1972.i know every plane shot down by US planes and MiGs. I saw no kill of a F-4 Phantom with this guy's name. I hope someone can help me with this mystery of mine.

Posted by JASON SHUSTER on May 11,2009 | 11:19 PM

How can I purchase this book on audio for the blind? I am sure my father would enjoy this book.
Thanks.

Posted by Linda Tolbert on June 12,2009 | 07:25 PM

I was an AF nurse stationed at Udorn and celebrated at the Officers Club the day Dan claimed his MIG. What a true hero fighting for our country. His story of reconciliation is the Dan Cherry I and my fellow officers knew...professional through and through. Congratulations, Dan, from Mike and me! Last saw you when you flew the Thunderbirds into Dallas when our son was a baby!

Posted by Pat McCoy Moore on June 13,2009 | 08:49 AM

This morning in church, our priest told the story of the two men and the book that was written, My Enemy My Friend. I will be reading it.

Posted by Laurie Lyon on September 6,2009 | 03:51 PM

Must have been at the same church in Florida. I too will be reading this book.

Posted by Paula Davenport on September 8,2009 | 07:49 PM

I was a pilot GIB in the 558th TFS, 12th TFW, Cam Ranh AB, SVN from March 1969 to March 1970. Fred Olmstead flew in my squadron for a short time before being transferred to Korea. I knew he shot down a Mig from Udorn but didn't know the history until I saw The Military Channel show "Dogfights" which covered the event. After the conflict, Fred flew for American Airlines.

Posted by Ron Gibbs on November 1,2009 | 08:17 AM

To Ron Gibbs. I was crew chief in the 558th TFS, 12th TFW, Cam Ranh AB, SVN from March 1969 to March 1970. My assigned plane, 444, was flown by Capt. Ben Danielson on that fateful day.

Posted by Michael Stettner on April 12,2010 | 02:05 PM

In late 1950s was flying a F3H and then in the early 1960s, the preproduction F4H Phantom II helping develope the Sparrow III AMCS,till 1965. Then was with Air America flying photo-recce missions over Laos out of Udorn Thailand when Dan shot down Hong My with a SP-III. Though I don't know these fine fighter pilots, I feel we are friends as there is a bond between combat pilots be they freind or foe. A fine story.
frank c.b. Indio Hills CA.

Posted by frank c. bonansinga on June 18,2010 | 11:16 PM

I was at Dan's Party at the Officer's Club in Udorn the day he shot down the MIG. It was quite a celebration and Dan was hoisted on the shoulders of his fellow buddies, showered with champagne (OK - Cold Duck) and given floral leis to wear around his flight suit. As the club officer, we had quite the party to clean up afterwards, but well worth it.

Dan is one of the people featured in my soon to be released book "Angel's Truck Stop" A memoir of a woman who lost her soul during the Vietnam War.

Dan was a memorable character than as he is now.

Angel Pilato, Lt. Col. USAF, Ret.

Posted by Angelica Pilato "Angel" on August 30,2010 | 03:22 PM

As a young USAF helicopter crew chief we had a mission to fly Gens Flynn, Nunn, and Fox from RAFB Texas north to Camp Bullis. I was just airman first class with three commanding
generals and scared. Halfway to Bullis gen Flynn nudged me and said "airman Jordan tell gen Fox there are deer at 9:00!
Man we had a great time. I did not know I was talking to a living legend. Prior to helicopter preflight someone told us he had been "secret commander" at a pow camp in Vietnam.
I found out just recently of his background and great sacrifice he made. The nicest and most down to earth general
we ever met. My commander Col Fleenor had also been a pow. Greg Jordan
USAF Helicopter Crew Chief
1974-1977

Posted by Greg Jordan on September 16,2010 | 09:36 PM

This heart-warming story of reconciliation between two erstwhile foes made me realise that chivalry,the code of honour by which the knights of yore lived and fought,is very much alive and thriving.I thank Major Dan Cherry & Lieutenant Hong My for restoring my faith in the innate goodness of mankind.

Posted by Mehdi Mohsin on April 15,2011 | 06:07 AM

I first became aware of Dan Cherry's story this morning while reading the Dallas Morning News. The front page story caught my attention and after reading the story I was brought to tears...tears of joy! Yes, I too spent time in Vietnam and yes, forgiveness and reconciliation was always a component of healing. But this story highlights the incredible journey of two war enemies who live to not only embrace one another and proclaim an unlikely friendship but to hold their respective grandchildren realizing how easily these children may never have existed. Heartwarming and truly an extraordinary story...this, my friends, is what the saying "happy ending" really means!
J Nicholson
1st Air Cavalry Division
Bearcat Vietnam 1969/1970

Posted by J Nicholson on June 25,2011 | 10:42 AM

"Looking for Fredo" Fred Olmstead was my Flight Instructor at Reese AFB, Lubbock Tx. Then Capt. Olmstead got me intoxicated at the O' Club and convinced me to sell my '67 XKE Jaguar Roadster 4.2 Liter Powder Blue Convertible to him by signing a contract on a napkin. If anybody knows his where abouts, please have him contact me. I want my car back.

Felton Havins
Special Ops Caribou Pilot
772 480 1333

Posted by Felton Havins on July 25,2012 | 01:34 PM

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