P.S. I have some pictures and possibly an old letter or two from Christian which I will forward to you once I locate them.
My Brother's Helo Goes Down - My brother, LT Christian Hescock is dead.
Sept. 24, 2007, 10:26PM
Navy helicopter crash in Guam kills 1. Three other crew members injured.
Associated PressHAGATNA, Guam — A U.S. Navy helicopter crashed late Monday during a training mission in Guam, killing one of four people on board, the Navy said.
The helicopter from the Sea Combat 25 squadron crashed into the Fena Reservoir on Navy property near Naval Magazine in Santa Rita.
Three members of the crew were rescued and transported to the island territory's Navy hospital. Lt. Donnell Evans, a Navy spokesman, said one crew member had a broken arm while the other two were treated for minor injuries.
The body of the fourth crew member was recovered from the water, Guam Fire Department spokesman Angel Llagas said. The names of the crew members were not released.
The helicopter squadron in Guam is the Navy's only one of its type. Its mission includes resupplying ships and providing 24-hour search and rescue and evacuation services for the U.S. territories of Guam and the Northern Marianas Islands.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Navy identifies crew member who died in Guam helicopter crash
By Vince Little, Stars and Stripes Mideast edition,
The Navy has identified the crewmember killed in Monday night’s helicopter crash on U.S. Naval Base Guam.
Lt. Christian Hescock, 34, died about two hours after the MH-60 Seahawk crashed into Fena Reservoir at about 10:30 p.m., during a training mission, said Lt. Donnell Evans, a Naval Base Guam spokesman.
Hescock, whose position was not released, was pronounced dead en route to the hospital.
Evans said the remaining three crewmembers, all men, were hurt in the crash, including a 27-year-old who suffered a dislocated shoulder. The other two, identified only as being ages 27 and 20, sustained minor injuries.
All were treated at U.S. Naval Hospital Guam. Evans could not confirm Tuesday whether any of the servicemembers had been released.
The helicopter was assigned to Helicopter Sea Combat Squadron 25, stationed at Andersen Air Force Base on Guam.
Evans said Tuesday he had no more details on the cause of the crash.
“Right now, we’re still in the recovery and investigative phases,” he said. “The majority of the aircraft is submerged. … Once we’re able to recover the aircraft, we can start the investigation.”
Evans said a memorial service for Hescock may be held in the coming days.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
P.S. I have some pictures and possibly an old letter or two from Christian which I will forward to you once I locate them.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
To Whom it may concern.
I was stationed with Chris in HC-11 in the 90’s
Although I heard of his passing shortly after the event, I never felt that my take on him could match up with the wonderful words that others had written about him.
Even now I feel that my words are inadequate .
I knew Chris as an enlisted man, as was I.
He was one of those guys that if you were in a bad mood and ran into him, you mood was lightened after being around him.
Chris was a good aircrewman and I’m sure was a great pilot.
News of his passing caused a shadow to cross my heart but, more importantly……..caused me to reflect on my memories of him and that shadow has been replaced with a smile.
I hope that you and your family are doing well.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Here is a recently released investigation report that was published in Navy Times. I am haunted by the paragraph that states that he was unstrapped from his seat, but his emergency breathing device was still in his vest. I don't have much else to say about this, I need to let it sink in.
NAVY TIMES ARTICLE
Crew errors led to fatal Seahawk crash
Posted : Wednesday Sep 23, 2009 5:48:36 EDT
Critical crew errors during a nighttime training mission on Guam caused the crash of an MH-60S Seahawk helicopter in September 2007, according to a recently released investigation report. The crash resulted in the drowning of the helicopter’s pilot, Lt. Christian Hescock.
Hescock, 34, was practicing a low-level rope-ladder recovery operation a few feet above the water when his aircraft’s tail struck a palm tree and crashed into the water, according to the investigation.
The investigation of the Sept. 24, 2007, mishap faulted the crew members for underestimating the risk involved in the low-level terrain flight, using the wrong control system at the time of the approach and failing to wave off when the aircraft began drifting toward a tree.
It was shortly after 10 p.m. when the helo from Helicopter Sea Combat Squadron 25, based at Guam’s Andersen Air Force Base, approached the Fena Reservoir for the training mission inside Naval Ammunition Magazine Guam.
The aircraft descended over the water to about 25 feet and slowed to about 5 knots.
Problems began after one pilot instructed the other to engage the coupler, a control system that allows the crew to manually set the altitude and ground speed. But rather than engaging the coupler, the pilot instead engaged an automated control system, the report says.
Names in the investigation report provided to Navy Times were redacted, so it is unclear which pilot made the error.
That system, known as a radar altimeter hold, steadied the altitude but did not control the aircraft’s movement. The crew soon realized the helo was drifting rapidly to the right toward palm trees on a nearby spit of land.
One of the crew members saw the rotor blades approaching the trees and urgently called for power, but before the pilot could lift, the aircraft shuddered and began to yaw to the right, the report said.
The crew heard a series of loud bangs and the aircraft struck the water, left side down, nose low.
The cabin and cockpit immediately filled with water, the report says.
Using emergency breathing devices, the pilot who wasn’t Hescock and the two crew members got out of the aircraft and made it to the surface. Hescock remained trapped.
One crew member trained as a rescue swimmer tried to reach Hescock by swimming down the tail of the aircraft toward the cockpit, but he said he couldn’t see anything below the waterline because of the darkness and debris, the report says.
Emergency crews arrived shortly afterward, but divers later found Hescock’s body trapped inside the cockpit. He was unstrapped from his seat, but his emergency breathing device was still in his vest, the report says.
Doctors later determined that Hescock drowned, the report says.
The only other injury in the mishap was a broken arm, suffered by the other pilot, the report says.
The Judge Advocate General’s manual investigation was conducted by Naval Air Forces.
The investigation found that the crew’s preflight preparations incorrectly assessed the mission’s potential hazards as “low” rather than “medium.” The mission should have required a second signature from a helicopter aircraft commander.
The mishap came after a Hot Pump Crew Swap, which means the crew jumped into the aircraft immediately after a different crew had completed a training mission.
Hescock, originally from Oregon City, Ore., enlisted in the Navy in 1994, according to personnel records; he graduated from University of San Diego and received his commission in 2002.
Friday, May 15, 2009
by Chris De Burgh
Roll away the dawn,
Roll away the dawn and let me see,
The land of the free,
Has anything changed at all;
Sweet liberty is in our hands
It's part of the plan,
Or is it a state of mind?
Horses and men,
Horses and men are on the field,
They didn't yield.
Many have fallen here;
Never forget what they have done,
The time will come,
When it will change again.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
At some time, I will post some of the paintball stories of my brother that I have in my memory. I know my father could also add a few of his own. I will keep everyone posted on the match details.
Monday, February 9, 2009
I'm thinking of putting on a paintball game last Sunday of March. I have to get my markers tuned and my tanks re-certified, but other than that I should be a go.
Just getting into my gear and pulling things out. My old gloves, my brothers gloves, his harness, his mask, which is still in the box, all our tanks, and our contraptions to fill the balls into the hoppers quickly. He was hopeless, he used to spill paintballs everywhere. I miss him. It's going to be hard playing without him, but I know he'll be there in spirit. I always had fun shooting my brother and Troy in the tower they used to hide in. Course, nobody ever got them...they always wiped the evidence off. I'd love to get Jonathon up here for the game. I remember at my brothers bachelor party, we had a hell of a good time playing. What good times we had! I'm not sure how dad will hold up. Dad and I used to call Christian up when he was in San Diego and in Pensacola, NAS that we were on our way to play paintball. He used to get so pissed at us, it was too much fun rubbing it in. I decided to give my dad Christian's Blue Autococker that he never got a chance to shoot.
While I type this, I'm listening to the song Photograph by Nickelback. I loaded it on the music player. His picture sits on my desk and while I type, I look over and see his face. I'm surprised that the tears aren't flowing.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
94 July 14
Well boot under way, I've had my shots and passed my first P.T. test. Dude! I never knew I could do 20 push-ups at 2 sec. intervals (up 2 sec. down 2 sec.) with only my nose touching.
I have to be up at 2:45 am to start Aircrew training. I also passed the ten minute float. We are going to run 5 1/2 miles at a pace of 1 mile per 4 min. I have to pass the Aircrew, Dive Force, Seal entrance exam by the 7th week. I still want Aircrew, the other two really don't appeal to me.
Shaun, you could really dig this, it's pretty smokin. We were marching down the street and we looked on a pole and someone was raising a black flag, the three horn sounded and that means streets are secured, "Off Now". So we were marching to dinner and lightning struck about 25 feet over our head. Dude, our butt hairs were standing up because of the static electricity. 85 hearts about leaped out of their skin at the same time. The guide arm (flag holder) was lucky he didn't get zapped because the pole he carries is aluminum.
People here are pretty cool, but we had 13 people who didn't pass the physical training. One guy couldn't even make it through the stretches. He might be a SEP or if he's lucky be a PT hold in BATT1. Our pin staff f___ed up today and a couple kids got streets marks, which you should never get on the whole time you're here, and everyone who's in trouble including the PT flails are going to the bad place. BSIT, whatever that means, I get to watch them tomorrow. Then we had bunk drills and 25 more get to join them. I was freakin! I thought I was screwed, but I'm not joining, so I passed. Dude, people are getting cut left and right!
It's hard to believe I'm so far away and for so long, but I really hope you guys can come down for graduation. NOW REMEMBER, NOTHING IS FOR SURE AS FAR AS DATES GO!! So don't buy plane tickets or anything. I finally saw the P-Coats. They are way smooth. I'll try to get you one. Later on when I get more freedom, I'll send you something from the NAVY store. Well, that's about it. I have to be up in 3 1/2 hours, so I'll write and call later.
My address: SR Hescock xxxxxxxxx
BATT 10 C-2 I 123
RTC Orlando, FL 32893-5123
Tell mom I love her and take care of her for me. I'll try to call earlier in the day maybe on Wed.
I'm really thankful I found this letter. The paper is looking pretty old so I'm going to slide it in a plastic cover and preserve it.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
To all those who have served and are serving the country protecting and defending the constitution; God bless you. Many of us are reminded of those sacrifices daily, others only on a particular day of the year. However, your service, heroism, and tribulations shall be remembered for eternity in the hearts and minds of those who matter most; your loved ones and they who served with you.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
CJ, Critter, Crit, the "frog" are different names we used to call Christian. I still called him "Crit" just not in front of people he knew or worked with. I think I did it once down at North Island and his eyes got really big and he snarled and said, "DUDE! Not here!!" I could have made a fortune with that knowledge on the Essex. Here's a pic of us when we were growing up 70's style.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
The picture was from LT Pete Martino who was one of Christian's instructors in San Diego when he went through as a crewman and rescue swimmer. Pete is the guy in khaki's in the picture.
The story. Definitely my favorite memory of being in the Navy. I remember that Christian told me he sent you an e-mail about it right after it happened. It was the time he got stuck in Indonesia when he lost his passport. I remember it like it was yesterday. The scene of walking into the police station to file the police report was like something out of a 'B' movie -- you know, where the ceiling fan only has one blade, there are no lights on, and the furniture is plain wood block furniture with no cushions or upholstery. And everything is brown. our tour guide - Marlon Brando - had to act as our interpreter. The cops were so back-woods that when they were typing the report, they had to go to the safe to pull out a sheet of carbon paper. since the immigration office was closed, we finished the tour and the guide took us to a hotel to spend the night. See, the Indonesians wouldn't let him on the ferry to get back to Singapore because they were afraid Singapore wouldn't let him in without a passport, and then he would be stuck on the ferry because Indonesia immigration wouldn't let him back in either.
I was a young LT, married with a kid, and had just bought a house a month before we deployed -- i had no money. Christian was an E-5 at the time, so we were both sweating paying for the extra night and all that might go with the adventure since we didn't know what would happen when we finally got into the immigration office -- were we going to have to fly to Jakarta to go to the embassy, were they going to arrest him, were we going to miss the ship leaving Singapore...all sorts of crazy thoughts. So that night, we decide to go back to the mall where he thought he had lost the passport. It was just down the street from the hotel, so we went out front to catch a taxi. of course, at night in that part of Indonesia, there are two kinds of taxis -- legal and illegal. The legal ones have the little things that you expect -- meters, windows, floors. The illegal ones -- well, they're a little more exciting. By the time we were ready to head out, it was getting dark, and the illegal ones had pretty much turned into rolling brothels. While we were standing by the side of the road, we were probably propositioned 10 times -- "American, American -- you want good time?" Of course, we politely said no and waited for a taxi that didn't offer a 'happy ending'. So when we finally got in, we realize that we only have 10,000 rupiah between the two of us (the exchange rate was 15,000 rupiah to the dollar at that time -- it's only 9,500 now). So we say to the cabbie and his buddy in the front seat "10,000. Only 10,000." From what we understood, they agreed. So we got in and went down to the mall. When we get there, he wants 15,000 and we end up arguing about it until Christian shoves him the money and we decide to just 'melt' into the crowd. two Americans, 6 feet tall, melting into the crowd in Indonesia is a pretty difficult thing to do. Fortunately, they didn't pursue. Ands then we realized that we had just screwed them out of about 33 cents. Could have pulled a dollar out and thrown it to them and they'd have been thrilled. But oh well, too late now.
So we're at the mall looking for his passport and decide to get dinner and do some souvenir shopping. We finish dinner, buy our little trinkets and can't find the passport, so we decide we'll just walk back to the hotel instead of dealing with another cabbie. Along the way, we are passing a bar and decide to check it out. Well, turns out that the illegal cabs aren't the only things that turn into brothels after sunset. So we turn around and walk out and continue back to the hotel to go to the lounge to drink our beers. That turned out pretty good -- we had two or three Japanese couples in the lounge singing karaoke, so they provided plenty of entertainment, and the beer was cold.
The next morning, we get ready to check out, with no idea how much it was going to cost. Christian was pretty appreciative of the fact that I had stayed behind with him, so he offered that he would pay for the whole thing. i told him to just put it on his card and I would get him some cash when we got back to the boat. So he goes to the counter to pay and comes back with this huge grin on his face. The night at the hotel -- which was like your typical marriott or Ramada, had cost something like $19. So we figured that the hotel, dinner, beer and souvenir shopping had cost a total of about $50 for both of us. After paying, he says to me "if i had known how cheap this was going to be, i would have drank more beer last night and enjoyed myself!"
The end was pretty uneventful. We got to the immigration office, they gave him paperwork as an affidavit of a lost passport that would let him leave Indonesia and that the Singapore authorities would accept for him to get back in over there, and we caught the next boat back. turns out, of course, that all Singapore requires for US servicemembers is a valid military ID. Who knew? He was pretty scared when we got back to the boat because the whole boat knew what had happened (the ship's lawyer had been on the tour with us and reported back to the amphib group commander and staff). Christian had to go to the embassy to report the loss of his passport and get a new one, and i think he had to do a lecture of some sort about being responsible while on liberty. The boss also threatened to withhold his application for Seaman to Admiral (she was joking, of course, but she wanted him to sweat a little because he was generally irreverent about getting into trouble because it just didn't happen to him. She was trying to make a point that he had almost caused an international incident). He ended up getting selected for the program about a month later.
all in all, not a crazy story of drunken stupidity or youthful indiscretions -- just a story that makes me smile. The enduring part of it, for me, is the image of the police station and the cop pulling the carbon paper out of the safe. And of course, the argument over 33 cents with the cabbie.
I am going to look for some more pictures, including ones from that deployment, and will forward what I can find to you.
thanks for reminding me of the story. makes me smile every time i think about it.