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WHO ARE THE RAVENS ?

During the course of American history, there have been many covert military operations. None, however, reached the scope or intensity of the war in Laos during the Viet Nam era. The backbone of this war were the Ravens-Forward Air Controllers (FACs) who flew small, slow propeller driven airplanes. The mission of the Ravens was to support indigenous forces in Laos in their fight against invading forces from North Vietnam.

The Ravens were all volunteers who had previous experience as FACs in South Viet Nam. Due to international treaties, the Ravens were "divorced" from the USAF. They wore only civilian clothes, and operated out of generally small fields at different sites in the Kingdom of Laos. They had cover stories to explain their presence in Laos, but I don't think anyone believed the stories other than USAF headquarters types. Most Ravens knew little or nothing about what they were volunteering for, other than it was classified, exciting, and was far removed from the bureaucratic battles and political rules of engagement in South Viet Nam.

The Ravens used three different airplanes to accomplish their mission: the small, light O-1 observation aircraft, armed only with white phosphorous smoke rockets; the heavier, slightly faster U-17 (Cessna 185), with the same armament, but longer range and loiter time. Some Ravens got to check out in the "Cadillac"-the T-28. This was heaven for a Raven-bombs, napalm, high explosive rockets, and 50 caliber machine guns for strafe. Now, you didn't have to wait for jets when you had a fast-moving target. The common denominator was that they all flew low, slow, and were highly vulnerable to ground fire.

The missions were as varied as the personalities of the Ravens. Some carried a "backseater"-a local who translated, talked to ground troops, and helped locate targets. Others were essentially deep interdiction missions-aimed at stemming the flow of troops and supplies into this neutral country. Some were basic visual reconnaissance looking for targets. Many were "troops in contact"-providing life-saving tactical air strikes in support of ground troops being fired upon.

Much has been written about the Ravens. The definitive work is probably "The Ravens" by Christopher Robbins, which is described later. After years of interviews and studies, he has painted a fairly accurate picture of one part of the Raven story. Some other comments are listed below. For a detailed story of the Ravens, order the book!

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Now, order the book  "The Ravens", & learn the story!

Ed Gunter


 

From the book "Covert Ops" by a James E Parker, Jr.

The Ravens were a breed apart in MR II. To the people who worked up-country Laos, the Ravens were always respectfully described the same way:  “They got balls.”  They were there day after day in those tiny unprotected planes—leading the T-28’s into dead-end valleys; looking for enemy positions; spotting for sleek, fast, U.S. Air Force attack planes.  The Ravens reminded me of Civil War flagbearers, who ran onto the field of battle, with their flags streaming, headlong into the fire of the enemy.  They were utterly fearless.  Because they were assigned to MR II for only short periods of time, six months or so, we rarely got to know them very well.  We never doubted, however, that they were all of the same breed, confident and courageous with nerves of steel.

 

Something about their eyes stopped people cold when they first saw the Ravens.  They told people to be careful—The Ravens were different from everyone else.  They looked preppy, but they didn’t bluff.  They weren’t angry, but they were here to hunt and kill the North Vietnamese.  That was their job.  They killed people.  Everyone knew that the Ravens were fit, alert, ready, and lethal.  Their eyes told us—unblinking eyes, the whites whiter than anyone else’s.

 

Sky officers were often confused about why these promising young men were so willing to get in harm’s way, so willing to die, but we all considered them one of the most dependable and courageous elements in the Lao program—the American equal to the Hmong T-28 pilots.