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SCHULZIE’S DONE IT AGAIN!
When Dice1 men gather to say adieu
to yet another who’s year is through
They’d join together to raise a glass
and drink a toast, to all that passed
Between them; and perhaps recall
that one, most fabulous mission of all.
But as the evening drew to a close
a lanky figure that slowly rose
Would wave a paper and clearly speak:
“Hey, Mr. Vice, the floor I seek” !
The conversation would suddenly hush,
Those who were standing would sit with a
rush,
Anticipation would build, and then:
“It’s Schulzie, Schulzie’s done it again!”
Then followed a poem of doggerel rhyme
that kidded him who had run out of time
And sent him merrily on his way
With a poem to help him recall the day.
But now the shoe’s on the other foot
The time has come for us to put
Our poet laureate on the spot
and let him sit in the seat that’s hot!
I well recall the incident that
Dale Rook2 reported in accents
flat
Soon after the Dice were given to me,
“He’s taken a hit? Well that makes three
This week and seven this month”, and then:
“It’s Schulzie; Schulzie’s done it again!”
So Schulzie here’s a toast to you!
Though magnet assed, you made it through!
Another occasion comes to mind
when paperwork was to PACAF signed
Though lacking in proper coordination
resulting in Wing level aggravation.
The Wing Commander was heard to exclaim:
“It’s Schulzie, Schulzie’s done it again!”
The last example is classified.
A story intelligence tried to hide
For fear all other pilots would be
filled with professional jealousy!
It seems a Chieu Hoy3 reported in,
his weapons were gone, his body thin,
The last survivor he claimed to be
of two full companies of VC.
They’d struck a hamlet one murky night.
The PF4 compound put up a fight
And held the inner perimeter
until the ALO5 could call for air.
The Duty Officer’s sage advice:
“It’s troops in contact. Scramble the Dice!”
But now the Commies were through the wire
and laying down a withering fire.
Their ultimate triumph lay in sight
when Spooky’s6 flare rolled back
the night,
And out of a lowering overcast
two Super Sabers roared with a blast
Their engines screaming, they clove the air
and filled the Commies with black despair!
The Chieu Hoy’s body still shook with fear
of CBU7 pellets and napalm’s sear,
But as he recalled that awful night
It wasn’t the bombs filled him with fright,
But the icy precision of element lead
as he deftly rode his aluminum steed.
This man the VC had known of yore.
His deadly technique was part of their lore.
They cursed as their dyeing rattle began,
“It’s Schulzie, Schulzie’s done it again!”
By: William E. Haynes Lt Col USAF
Ret
(then) Commander, 90th Tactical
Fighter Squadron
Bien Hoa Air Base, Republic of
Vietnam
1967-68
1 Dice showing natural sevens have
been the insignia of the 90th Sq since its inception in 1917
2 Dale was my Operations
Officer/Second in Command
3 A North Vietnamese defector
4 Popular Forces; local Vietnamese
self defense forces
5 Air Liaison Officer ; Vietnamese
who had radio contact with defense center
6 The C-47’s that furnished flare
illumination for night combat
7 Small bomblets spread from wing
pods, each like a hand grenade
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