The UH-34D ("Dog") will always have a place in my heart: they carried me to Phu Bai to start my time in Vietnam, carried me into LZs on operations, brought us our mail and resupplied with chow and ammo and carried away our casualties. I learned that they always came for us, no matter what. Late one very dark night when we had two casualties who needed an emergency medevac, a UH-34 arrived over us and we marked the only place we thought was large enough for him to land - a small clearing among a tightly jungled area of tall trees. We marked the LZ with flashlights shielded by C-Ration cans taped to the front keep the beams from being visible to the enemy. That Marine crew landed in the total dark, rotor tips just grazing the branches, and got our wounded away.
When it was my turn on May 13th, 1967, a UH-34 from HMM-361, Pilot 1st Lt. Leland McDonough, came and got me out of a very hot zone - taking fire from both sides - and saved me and the two other Marines wounded with me.
God bless the crews who flew those things and the crews who maintained them.
LtCol Forrest R. Lindsey USMC (ret)