I am Captain Adamo E. DeAngelis's son. Looking for more info on my father. We have been told new information about his death or worse. Trying to piece it together again.
AIRCRAFT WAS ON A COMMAND AND CONTROL MISSION FOR A BATTALION OF THE 1ST BRIGADE, 1ST CAV DIV (AM). THE AIRCRAFT HAD BEEN ON THE MISSION ALL THAT MORNING AND HAD SHUT DOWN AT THE TAY NINH VIP PAD AT APPROXIMATELY 0830 TO AWAIT ITS FULL COMPLEMENT OF PASSENGERS. DETAILS OF THE FLIGHT THAT FOLLOWED ARE AT BEST SKETCHY. THE NEXT CONTACT WITH SPADE 650 WAS BETWEEN 0930-0945 HOURS WHEN HE MADE A MAYDAY CALL.
AC CPT WYMAN MURRAY JOHN KIA
P WO1 ROSENTHAL MICHAEL D JR KIA
CE SP4 MC GRAW LARRY JOE KIA
G SP4 ESCALLIER STEVE LOUIS KIA
OB CPT BRIGHTMAN MICHAEL DENNIS KIA
Passengers and/or other participants:
CPT DE ANGELIS ADAMO ERMINO, NOT, A
LTC ALEXANDER ROBERT LEE, AR, PX, KIA
SGT MORROW BRIAN JOHN, AR, PX, KIA
SGM SEE EDWARD EUGENE, AR, PX, KIA
CPT REAUME PAUL EDMUND, AR, PX, KIA
Memories of Nam
Speech I gave at a memorial service:
The Ultimate Sacrifice
In December 1968, my Father left for Vietnam, never to return. I can remember clearly, 3 men crossing our neighbor’s yard, a knock on the door, then a cry of anguish from my mother.
On October 31st, 1969, Over 8,000 miles away, my Father was killed in action in Vietnam.
I was 4 years old and my world changed forever. At first we were told my Dad was MIA. This torture went on for 6 months. Finally, they supposedly confirmed his death.
You can imagine this crushing news and the doubts it left in our minds.
For years, I always hoped my dad was on a secret mission and would walk in to my class room one day..
As I got older, I realized I still did not know enough about my father, who he was and why he left to fight. Back in those days, families moved on and didn't speak a lot about these things.
I needed to know more. My first step was to invite my family to Washington DC to celebrate Father's Day at the Vietnam Wall.
What a trip that was. We talked and talked about my father and did a lot of healing through this process.
I came to understand my Father wasn't just a war hero; he was a good man, a loving man, a family man. He loved us greatly and cared for us greatly. He was a man who would willingly do anything to protect us and this country.
In Washington DC, holding my mother in my arms, she broke down and began to cry. With tears running down her face, she told me things she never spoke of before. “Adam”, “My Adam” my Mother said again. Then she said that he knew well the dangers of war. That he would survive and that he could make a difference my father told her, with passion in his voice, he could help our young boys survive over there.
I know without doubt this was true. Over the years I met many men who served as young men with my father. They told me his other nick name, "Old Man". Every one of them told me, with deep emotions surfacing from within, how his leadership and strength kept them alive. That they would have followed him anywhere and sometimes did.
He was a soldier’s solider and helped many of those young men make it back home.
From the frozen hills of Korea, to the brutal heat of the jungles, my father stood in the dirt, bleeding from wounds, shoulder to shoulder, with his men, fighting our enemy. This is the guy you want on your side.
Captain Adamo E DeAngelis,
1st Air Cavalry Division
Awarded the: -Silver Star -2 Bronze Stars -Purple Heart with 3 Oak Leaf clusters -Veteran of the Korean War
Affectionately known as “Captain D” by his men.
Men who I have met and spoken with through the years.
Men who proudly served their country.
Men who are still proud of this great nation.
Men who would still stand in line with Captain D.
Memorial Day is a time to pause, to be grateful for what we have here. To think about all those who gave their lives to make our freedoms and dreams possible.
Memorial Day is for my father and his brother and sisters in arms who died in war. Died serving this country. Serving this country for their belief in our constitution, for our freedom, for our rights as free citizens, for their loved ones.
Never, ever be afraid to defend those rights. They belong to you and have been paid in full, in blood, for you.