Well, I'm back from my cancer-imposed sabbatical from this book and have been moving ahead in the past few months.
I spent a couple of weeks back east in Washington DC going to the national archives and national records center researching the babylift and crash.
Nerd that I am, I was thrilled to find 13 boxes of stuff from the lawsuits filed by survivors of the crash and their families. It was a treasure trove of depositions from the time, reports, exhibits and, most interesting, pictures. There were pictures I hadn't seen before
I also got to speak with pilot Bud Traynor and scour through his boxes of stuff, and talk with the daughter of a woman who died in the crash, Linda Fernandez.
Just this past week I've gleaned some information from a couple of Air America pilots who participated in the rescue after the crash. It was just luck that had 15 Air America helicopter pilots all at the Saigon airport at the same time. Their presence and quick, instinctive response to the crash scene may have saved some lives.
I'm making headway, as you can tell, on learning what happened that day April 4, 1975. I'll let you know more specifics and more stories as I go along.
I hope you haven't lost patience with me. Chemo wasn't fun this time around, and it damaged my heart, but I'm doing better now and getting on with getting on.