Pat Kelly and I got together yesterday and had a few drinks over a quiet discussion about crew of Gator 297. Pat and Michael Cece were both good friend with Billie Joe and knew the rest of the crew. Pat and Michael were both back at Ft Eustis for about a month when they heard about Gator 297, both were devastated. Someone had sent Pat a copy of the Memorial Service, which I made copies and distributed to family memebers and friends of the crew. Anyway, after I got home last night, I had remembered that the 21st of November was another sad day one year later. I had been in country only about 3 weeks in 1969 with the 1/22, and the Battalion had been in heavy contact the entire time. The following was writen by Robert Wren, C Co, 1/22, regarding SGT Johnny Trainham and CPL Phillip "Doc" Jewell, KIA 21 Nov, 1969. I thought you guys might appreciate it. "Johnny was my friend. On the day of his death he was my squad leader. Because we were short handed that day and had been pushing very hard in the days just before his death, Johnny volunteered to walk point that morning even though, as our squad leader, he was technically exempt from that duty. The job should have been mine that day, but he knew that one of the other squad members and I were totally beat from walking point in heavy elephant grass all day the day before. Another squad member was armed with a sniper rifle, not really suitable for point and the last squad member had such poor vision and was so accident prone that no one felt comfortable with him at point.
We were on a hilltop from which a group of NVA soldiers had battered our sister company the day before. We had hurried to their assistance that day and spent the night before on the side of the hill where they had encountered the NVA and spent the day fighting to dislodge them from the hilltop where they were dug in. My company spent the night watching the helicopter gunships and jets pound the hilltop and having their expended brass rain down on us as they made their runs.
At first light we moved up to relieve our sister company and take the hilltop which was deserted by now except for some dead enemy soilders. The company that had first encountered the NVA force on the hilltop had lost several killed and wounded and had had one MIA who was found dead by the third company in our battalion as they moved in from the opposite direction that morning. Our company stopped on top of the hill and were assigned to follow a likely escape route back down the hill.
The situation was very scary and everyone was waiting apprehensively when the order of march was given and our squad was assigned point. Johnny sized up the situation and assigned point to himself. It was a gesture of kindness to me since he knew I was dead tired and would not likely be at my best and that we might find the NVA we were searching for on the trail. I was assigned the "slack" position just behind Johnny. When we stood to get started Johnny stepped out beyond a large boulder we had stopped by and in his first step he was gunned down by a full magazine of automatic weapon fire from an NVA soldier who had been waiting patiently behind the boulder. No one else but me was even on their feet yet and we were all paralyzed with shock and fear. Johnny was shot perhaps 20 times through the chest from no more than a foot or so away and he fell down the steep trail he had been starting down just beyond where anyone could reach him without exposing themself in the same way.
We retured fire ineffectively since no one could get a position that exposed the back side of the boulder. Our medic came up and tried to reach Johnny but it was really futile already. We made a quick plan that included tossing a hand grenade around the rock and trying to spray fire in that direction as much as we could. The medic, Philip Jewell, exposed himself momentarily after I had fired an M79 "shotgun" round around the edge of the rock and others fired over him to try and supress anyone who might be still down hill. When "Doc" Jewell made his move he was shot in the same way as Johnny was hit in the head. I was able to grab his body and pull it back but he was already dead as well.
We spent several hours trying to get at the back side of that boulder but when we finally did so the enemy soldier had escaped.
That was the saddest day of my life and I still relive it often 30 years later.
To anyone who reads this please know that Johnny and Philip were heros and that they will never ever be forgotten. I love them both dearly, and hope that someone somewhere can know what great men they were.
A memorial from his friend,
Robert Wren
30 Jan 2001