Carter, Zane Aubry, TSgt

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Last Rank
Technical Sergeant
Last Primary AFSC/MOS
11490-Load Master Superintendent
Last AFSC Group
Aircrew
Primary Unit
1966-1967, 459th Tactical Airlift Squadron
Service Years
1949 - 1967
Technical Sergeant

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Home State
Maine
Maine
Year of Birth
1930
 
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Casualty Info
Home Town
West Pembroke
Last Address
Middleboro

Casualty Date
Aug 03, 1967
 
Cause
Non Hostile- Died Other Causes
Reason
Air Loss, Crash - Land
Location
Quang Ngai (Vietnam)
Conflict
Vietnam War
Location of Interment
Protestant Cemetery - Pembroke, Maine
Wall/Plot Coordinates
24E 072

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 Unit Assignments
483rd Tactical Airlift Wing7th Air Force459th Tactical Airlift Squadron
  1966-1967, 483rd Tactical Airlift Wing
  1966-1967, 7th Air Force
  1966-1967, 459th Tactical Airlift Squadron
 Combat and Non-Combat Operations
  1967-1967 Vietnam War
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C-7 Caribou  
  1967-1967, C-7 Caribou
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Last Known Activity
TSgt. Zane Carter was one of three airmen who were killed friendly fire incident on 3 August. As their aircraft, a C-7B (# 62-4161), approached the Duc Pho Special Forces camp, about 20 miles south of Quang Ngai, it flew into the line of fire of a US Army 155mm howitzer and the shell blew off its entire rear fuselage and tail section.

Those lost:
Capt Alan Eugene Hendrickson (KIA)
Capt John Dudley Wiley (KIA)
TSgt Zane Aubry Carter (KIA)
   
Comments/Citation
 
The Caribou (A Poem)
by Capt Alan E. Hendrickson, USAF 17 December 1935 to 3 August 1967
 
They sat in state, the heroes, in the vaulted halls of fame, In proud and scornful silence, for each had made his name. On fields of storied battles, on many a bloody sea,
Though forged in fire or carved in mire, each dead is history.
 
There was fighting Davy Crockett and the martyr Nathan Hale,
And the Rebel line that fell in Shenandoah’s bloody vale. There was Grant who had brief glory, but died another way, And others known to time alone, but each had had his day.
 
On each haunted visage, there was a day’s forbidding gloom, And every gaze, a stranger, who had ambled in the room.
In his right hand was a checklist, in his left an SOP,
His clothes were torn, his face was worn, and lined with misery.
 
The first to rise was Caesar, by virtue of his age,
And the ominous finger that he pointed was trembling with his rage. What right have you, brash youngster, what claim to fame have you? And the man replied, though not with pride, I flew the Caribou.
 
It was in a far off Asian land, a land that God forgot,
Where the sand-filled winds are piercing and the sun is scorching hot. We were young and brave and hopeful, fresh from the United States, Though somehow we knew and the feeling grew, we were going to meet our fate.
 
For there’s a maniac madness in the supercharger whine,
And you can hear the joints expanding in the main hydraulic line.
The dull brown paint is peeling off, it lends an added luster,
And the pitot head is filled with lead, to help the load adjuster.
 
The nose gear rocks and trembles, for it’s held with baling wire,
And the wings are filled with Avgas to make a hotter fire.
The landing gear struts are twisted and the wheels are not quite round, This sorry state, arranged by fate, is to carry you off the ground.
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The cargo doors are rusted and close with a mournful shriek, And the Plexiglas is covered with oil from some forgotten leak. The runway strips are narrow, rice paddies on either side,
And the crash trucks say in a mournful way, you’re on your final ride.
 
You taxi to the runway ‘mid groans from the tortured gear, And feel the check pilot’s practiced teeth gnawing at your rear. The rotting rice on the cargo floor induces a nauseous coma,
Mingling smell, like a stench from hell, with the dead man’s foul aroma.
 
So it’s off into the overcast yonder, though number one is missing,
And the leaking hydraulic fluid sets up a gentle hissing.
The compass dial is spinning in a way that broods no stopping, And row by row the breakers blow with intermittent popping.
 
The airplane has been inspected and the maintenance records signed, It’s been classed as “airworthy” by some low and twisted mind.
There is no hope, no sunny day, to dry those tears of sorrow,
For those who land, and still can stand, must fly the cursed thing to- morrow.
 
The stranger stood in silence, a tear shown in his eye, And from his honored audience, there rose a ghastly sigh. Caesar rose to meet him with pity on his face,
And bowing low, he turned to show, the stranger to his place.
 
Note: Capt Alan E. Hendrickson, Capt John D. Wiley, and TSgt Zane A. Carter were shot down while making a landing approach to the strip at Ha Thanh, Republic of Vietnam. A shell from a 155 mm Army artillery battery located just off the approach end of the runway tore the tail section from the aircraft (C-7A S/N 62-4161). The forward section crashed inverted into the Special Forces camp. No crew member survived.
   
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