HEFEL, DANIEL HENRY
Name: Daniel Henry Hefel
Rank/Branch: E4/US Army
Unit: HHC, 2nd Brigade, 101st Airborne Division
Date of Birth:
Home City of Record: Guttenberg IA
Date of Loss: 05 February 1970
Country of Loss: South Vietnam
Loss Coordinates: 163045N 1072824E (YD494093)
Status (in 1973): Returned POW
Category:
Aircraft/Vehicle/Ground: UH1H
Other Personnel in Incident: Tom Y. Kobashigawa, John W. Parsels (returned
POWs); James M. Lyon (missing)
REMARKS: 730327 RELSD BY PRG
Source: Compiled by HOMECOMING II and the P.O.W. NETWORK from one or more of
the following: raw data from U.S. Government agency sources, correspondence
with POW/MIA families, published sources, interviews.
SYNOPSIS: At 1530 hours on February 5, 1970, Capt. James M. Lyon, pilot,
Capt. John W. Parsels, copilot, SP5 Tom Y. Kobashigawa, crew chief, and SP4
Daniel Hefel, door gunner, were flying a UH1H helicopter (serial #68-16441)
on a maintenance mission from Hue to Phy Bai, South Vietnam.
When the aircraft was about 18 miles northwest of Hue City, the helicopter
caught fire and crashed (due to a malfunction). Capt. Lyon was thrown clear
of the aircraft and was burned extensively over his body and part of his
right leg. His leg was severed four inches below the knee. The other crew
members were also injured and could not take evasie action. They were
captured at 1630 hours by NVA troops and spent the night near the crash
site.
Throughout the night, the crew members heard their pilot yelling and moaning
in pain. At 0600 hours, Capt. Lyon moaned and then a shot was heard from his
position about 30 feet from the aircraft wreckage. No other outcry from
Capt. Lyon was heard, and the others believed that he had been killed by the
guard.
Two weeks later, Capt. Parsels was told by 1Lt. Lee Van Mac (an NVA
commander at "Camp Farnsworth") that Capt. Lyon died from his wounds and was
buried at the crash site. 1Lt. Lee Van Mac gave Capt. Parsels the personal
effects of Capt. Lyon, including his ID card and several photos which
appeared to be of Lyon's wife.
In late March, 1973, Parsels, Hefel and Kobashigawa were released from
prisons in North Vietnam. In their debriefings, all three concurred on the
story that Lyon had apparently been shot. They considered it a mercy
killing, because their pilot had been so seriously injured that they doubted
that he could survive.
Curiously, the Vietamese have not returned the body of Capt. James M. Lyon,
nor have they been forthcoming with information concerning him. Tragically,
Capt. Lyon has been a prisoner of war for nearly 20 years - alive or dead.
Even more tragic are the thousands of reports that continue to flow in
indicating that some hundreds of Americans are still prisoner in Indochina.
It's long past time we brought our men home.
SOURCE: WE CAME HOME copyright 1977 Captain and Mrs. Frederic A Wyatt (USNR
Ret), Barbara Powers Wyatt, Editor P.O.W. Publications, 10250 Moorpark St.,
Toluca Lake, CA 91602 Text is reproduced as found in the original
publication (including date and spelling errors).
UPDATE - 09/95 by the P.O.W. NETWORK, Skidmore, MO
DANIEL H. HEFEL Sergeant - United States Army
Captured: February 5, 1970
Released: March 27, 1973
My name is Sgt. Daniel H. Hefel prisoner of war for 1143 days and mighty
glad to be home free. I entered the service on December 3, 1968 and was
inducted in the army on December 5, 1968. I took my training at Fort Polls
Louisiana and was sent to Vietnam on May 23, 1969. When I arrived there I
was attached to the 101st Airborn Division. I was stationed 12 miles from
Hue near Eagle Beach and was a foot soldier for eight months. During this
time I was hospitalized twice for malaria. I then volunteered to be a door
gunner on a helicopter and was accepted. I was thrilled and happy because I
thought I now would be dry and not wet and muddy as I had been in the
fields. I wrote my folks and told them that I though I now would be safe.
That was the last letter my folks were to receive until October 2 1972.
I had been with this outfit only a little more than a month, and we were on
our way to have the wings on our Huey painted, (our captain said we were on
our way to the beauty shop), when we were fired upon and crashed against a
mountain. I and two other members of our crew were taken prisoner by the
Viet Cong on February 5, 1970. My back was broken in the crash, a stick went
through my lower lip, breaking my upper teeth. My right arm was also broken
and both my legs were badly burned. I will have to carry these ugly scars
the rest of my life. How I got out alive is still a mystery. We were taken
to a camp somewhere in South Vietnam. The trip took seven days since our
captors had to carry us because none of us were able to walk. They carried
us on makeshift litters. The fourth member of our crew was killed in the
crash and was buried at the scene of the crash.
We were held in this camp for a little more than three months. We lay on
strips of lumber placed on cement blocks, and a straw mat was the only
bedding we had. We were fed tiger and elephant meat and some thin rice soup.
Later, we were taken by truck to a camp in North Vietnam. I was still
completely paralyzed from my waist down and my back pained me constantly.
After about five months life came back to my legs and back, but I was still
unable to walk. But time heals, and finally, twelve months later with the
aid of crutches I was able to get around, and by the time I was released I
could walk again. During the time of my imprisonment I underwent an
appendectomy. The doctors ("butchers" I call them) performed the operation
without giving me any anesthetic. It took them about four hours because they
couldn't hold me still. This, in my estimation, was the most severe
punishment any man could bear, and it is one experience I shall never
forget.
I was kept in a room with four to six prisoners. We were given small jobs to
do, such as dishes, scrubbing our floors, sweeping the courtyard, etc. After
our jobs were finished, we were allowed to play cards, sing or just sit
around and reminisce, pray, dream out loud. I mostly did dishes because my
back was too unstable for me to do any heavy work.
In October of 1972 our hopes were raised and life at the camp became more
bearable. It was a great disappointment when the peace talks failed, but we
never gave up hope. My parents received word on March 24, 1973, my mother's
birthday, that I was to be released. On March 26 I left the Hanoi Hilton to
fly to the Philippines and Freedom. What a happy day! On March 30, 1973, my
father's birthday, I was flown to Denver, Colorado where I was met with open
arms, love and tears, by my loving parents, most of my brothers and all of
my sisters. My parents, Tom and Florence Hefel, have fourteen children, ten
boys and four girls. Nine of us boys have served our country and my parents
say that they have been in the service of our country for over twenty years.
The past is past, so now we live for the future, which we hope will be lived
in peace.
December 1996
Daniel resides in Iowa.
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