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Return to Vietnam in search of POW/MIA clues

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AFN Broadcast Center                                     ing and security for the U.S. team.
                                                                                                                 A Vietnamese helicopter sits in a jungle clearing, just
   The forest was awakened by the rustling sounds           The Vietnamese officials gave us a warm welcome       after dropping off AFN’s MC2(SW) Billy Ho on his
of more than 80 American and Vietnamese outsid-          at Da Nang International Airport then took us to the    mission to account for U.S. Service members cur-
ers. The heat and humidity was no match for their        hotel. The next day we picked up our tools and head-    rently listed as POW or MIA since the Vietnam War.
determination. Their shovels, pickaxes and sledge-       ed out to a remote location near the Laos border. I     Assigned to the American Forces Network Broad-
hammers scoured the earth. Dirt fell through sift-       had never been to this part of the country. Many new    cast Center in Riverside, California, where he serves
ing screens like tropical rain as they looked for hu-    things were waiting for me.                             as a TV production operator, Ho was chosen as one
man bone fragments and artifacts. Their faces were                                                               of the mission translators.
sweaty, dirty and encircled by bugs, but, neverthe-         The 4x4 SUV took us by many famous land marks
less, they continued on with their all-important work,   from the war, such as the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ)      time, we took on digging duties. Those of us not as-
paying little regard to their present, less-than-ideal,  also known as the “17th parallel,” the Annamese         signed to digging were on one of two stations sift-
conditions.                                              Mountains or Truong Son Mountain Range, and Ho          ing dirt through screens for personal belongings and
                                                         Chi Minh Trail. The history was literary unfolding in   remains. One American and one local worker were
   It’s hard to describe my feelings when I was con-     front of my eyes.                                       assigned to each screen. My team would ask me to
tacted to go to Vietnam as a translator for the Defense                                                          translate at times but most of the time sign language
POW/MIA Accounting Agency (DPAA), formerly                  After eight hours and traveling more than 350 ki-    worked just fine. We put everything we found in buck-
known as the Joint POW/MIA Accounting Command            lometers, we arrived at a small remote town to the      ets so our anthropologist, Dr. Nicholas Passalacqua,
(JPAC). I have been part of many different missions      northeast. The Vietnamese informed us that our site     whom we all called “Nick,” could analyze it.
since joining the Navy but this one was special.         was on the side of a mountain along the Truong Son
                                                         Mountain Range. To get there it would take us a            It did not take long for me to find a tooth-like ob-
   While serving as a TV production operator at the      three-hour hike through thick jungle and rigid hills,   ject. My heart skipped a beat. And without delay, I
American Forces Network (AFN) Broadcast Center           which made it nearly impossible to get our equipment    dashed to Nick for confirmation. Everyone stopped
in Riverside, California, I was chosen to join a forty-  to the site by foot.                                    what they were doing to see the result. “It’s a rock,”
year-plus effort to account for U.S. service members                                                             said Nick. “Keep looking, better luck next time!”
currently listed as Prisoners of War (POW) or Miss-         Thankfully, our Vietnamese counterparts provided
ing in Action (MIA) since the Vietnam War. “I will       us with an alternate solution…helicopter.                  With a bit of disappointment, I came back to my
bring you home,” was the voice I kept hearing in my                                                              screen and resumed searching.
head.                                                       The ten-minute helo ride got us through the first
                                                         obstacle of our mission, though the real danger was        For 21 days, our team, including 40 local work-
   I was born in Southern Vietnam to a military fam-     yet to come.                                            ers, cleared more than 5,000 square feet of jungle,
ily. My dad was in the South Vietnamese Army and                                                                 screened thousands of buckets of dirt and rock and
an interpreter for the U.S. Army. After the war, my         We landed on a mountainside; a temporary land-       recovered hundreds of pounds of aircraft wreckage.
dad came to the United States as a refugee then re-      ing zone which was recently cleared by local work-      In the end, we were unsuccessful in finding any re-
turned to Vietnam to get my mother and me. It was        ers. The actual site was still about a twenty-minute    mains; however, we narrowed down the search and
my Vietnamese background and language skills that        hike away. During our journey, the jungle quickly       provided evidence and useful information for the
led to my selection as a linguist for a recovery team.   engulfed us in thick brush and hundred-foot trees.      next recovery team.
I’ve returned to Vietnam many times to visit, but this   The rocky trail, slippery from moisture and morning
time was totally different. I was there to help find the  fog, was only about two feet wide. It was 9 a.m. but       It is almost half a century since the end of the Viet-
remains of service members shot down during a res-       the trail was still dark with the sun barely peeking    nam War but the memories of those who sacrificed
cue mission over North Vietnam.                          through the canopy’s thick brush. The temperature       their lives for the country they loved will never be
                                                         was already more than 90 degrees Fahrenheit with        forgotten. It was a great honor to be a part of DPAA’s
   There are four distinct DPAA mission areas: anal-     100 percent humidity. Our clothes were soaking wet.     recovery efforts, and together my team and I lived up
ysis and investigation, recovery, identification, and                                                             to the agency’s motto, “fulfilling our nation’s prom-
accounting. I was assigned to a recovery team. This         Suddenly, and without warning, we were under at-     ise.”
type of team usually consists of a team leader, a fo-    tack by a swarm of countless bugs. They came from
rensic anthropologist, a team sergeant, two linguists,   nowhere and were soon in our eyes, ears and clothes.       As of today, there are more than 1,600 Vietnam
a medic, a life support technician, a forensic photog-   The more we sweated, the more they came.                War POW/MIAs still unaccounted for.
rapher, a communications technician, an explosive
ordnance disposal (EOD) technician, and a moun-             Still, I had been bracing for my biggest fear:          *Editor’s Note: MC2 Ho deployed to Vietnam in
taineering specialist. Together, we excavated the site   snakes. To make matters worse, the most poisonous       May of 2015. He currently works at the American
and screened the soil to locate all possible remains     snake in the region is a master at camouflage. Before    Forces Network (AFN) Broadcast Center in Riverside,
and artifacts.                                           we arrived, a four-foot long, green and white-lipped    California, as a TV production operator. Ho provides
                                                         viper silently wrapped itself around a tree branch      a touch of home to U.S. forces, DOD civilians and
   Our job could not have been done without the help     about seven feet up. A bite of this kind can result in  their families who are stationed or deployed overseas
of our Vietnamese counterparts. Their team consisted     intense pain, swelling, necrosis of flesh, and in some   and aboard U.S. Navy ships. The AFN provides view-
of 18 officials from central to local government. They    cases, severe systemic bleeding. At first glance, I      ers with stateside news, sports and entertainment as
                                                         froze, overcome by fear. I wanted to scream but noth-   well as timely and immediate force protection adviso-
                                                         ing came out.                                           ries and in-depth DOD information.

                                                            On the contrary, the locals were overjoyed. They
                                                         drew their machetes and cheered each other on and
                                                         in less than a minute the dangerous snake became the
                                                         next meal for local workers. My fear vanished. By
                                                         mission’s end I dispatched a grand total of six centi-
                                                         pedes and one pit viper with a bamboo stick.

                                                            We finally arrived at the crash site where we saw
                                                         scattered pieces of wreckage everywhere. This is
                                                         where Americans may have paid the ultimate price
                                                         while serving their nation. Now it was up to me to try
                                                         and find them and bring them home. This is it. This is
                                                         what I’m here for, I thought.

                                                            The excavation began the following day. Two at a
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