David Robert Kink
Warrant Officer
C TRP, 1ST SQDN, 9TH CAVALRY, 1ST CAV DIV, USARV
Army of the United States
Middleton, Wisconsin
November 11, 1949 to August 03, 1969
(Incident Date July 21, 1969)
DAVID R KINK is on the Wall at Panel W20, Line 92

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To all Sisters and Brothers

Who Lost Someone in Vietnam

Julie Kink

April 15, 1997

David R Kink
Dear Sisters and Brothers,

I write simply to tell you that you are not alone, and to share my own experience of healing that can come from the connections that are being made between Vietnam veterans and family members like me, in hopes it may help you too.

My brother, Warrant Officer David R. Kink, died on August 3, 1969 as a result of injuries received in a light observation helicopter crash on July 21. He was a helicopter pilot with Charlie Troop, 1st Squadron, 9th Cavalry. He had only been in Vietnam since June; at the time of his death, David was 19, and I had just turned eight.

It was about 1993 when I first began trying to find people who might have known my brother, although I had always had an interest in the Vietnam War, and a persistent nagging ever since my college years that I should hold myself more accountable for studying it. In June of 1993 I wrote a letter to President Clinton giving the particulars about David's death and asking for help in obtaining information concerning U.S. Army personnel who served in Vietnam in 1969. The response was a memo indicating that I could write to the VA Records Processing Center for rosters and that there is an hourly fee for searching the records.

In September of that year, I visited the Moving Wall in Shakopee, Minnesota, and there I picked up literature on the Friends of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial and the "In Touch" program. I filled out the "Person Who Did Not Come Back from Vietnam" section of the "In Touch" registration, but it wasn't until February 1994 that I received my first response. Christopher McGorman wrote that he may have known my brother. However, McGorman served a year later than my brother. I knew I had to call him but was nervous, partly because I was afraid that he hadn't known my brother, and partly due to the movie stereotype of Vietnam veterans as "wacky" and plagued by flashbacks, drug and alcohol addiction. Never again will I propagate that hurtful image after talking with Chris.

He had not known my brother, but talking with Chris for a few minutes on the phone opened a whole new world to me. A few days later, I received another letter from him, with information and advice as to where to continue my search, a membership directory of the First Cav Division Association, and a Cav pin.

Chris wrote in part, "Your brother was in one of the finest outfits in the finest Army Division during that war. I know he was proud to be in C Troop 1st Battalion 9th Cavalry, and you should be proud of that fact as well."

"I feel confident you'll find your brother's friends . . . David would be proud to have a sister like you."

I spent hours going through the First Cav directory, cross referencing listings, and came up with the names of eight men who would have been in David's unit during the time he served. I sent letters, hoping at least one would write back. Two of the letters were returned with no forwarding address. One of the men called, two wrote letters with names and additional sources of information and lots of encouragement. None of them had known David.

In the spring of 1996, I found the Vietnam Helicopter Flight Crew Network, a group of 327 former helicopter pilots, crew chiefs, door gunners, and other crew members who have an organized presence on the Internet and a strong commitment to each other and also to helping family like me learn more about what Vietnam was all about and what they did over there. This turned out to be one of the finest organizations of genuinely caring and knowledgeable people that I could ever have found to help me in my search for friends of my brother. The first time one of them emailed me offering to help me find friends of my brother's from flight school, it brought tears to my eyes when I read "Your brother was our brother."

Since that time I have found out over and over again that this simple little statement is the truth. What's more, they have welcomed me as their "little sister" and helped me understand Vietnam. I made a visit to Washington, DC the first time in November 1996 and saw the Wall on Veterans' Day (my brother's birthday) so I got a chance to meet about 30 of my new big brothers and they are a VERY special group!

In addition to the veterans I have met through the Vietnam Helicopter Pilots Association and Vietnam Helicopter Flight Crew Network, I have been in contact with five men who were friends of my brother's in flight school. They shared memories with me about happy, funny times they had with Dave. It's a fantastic feeling to think that the people whose lives were touched by this one person have found each other after 27 years.

Looking back, I see the time was right for me to begin my search because, after so many years, "David" had come to mean the name on a marker in a cemetery I visit once or twice a year; the color green; an insignia and some medals; the musty, overseas smell I will never forget, associated forever with the strange words, "personal effects"; a box of letters with U.S. government seals on them, brown newspaper clippings and scraps of paper with my mom's handwriting in between; and a few photos.

Each time I stared into the face in those photos, I tried so hard to remember the time and place, especially the ones I'm in - the tone of his voice, how long his fingers were, when he smiled at me, how his jacket felt. But I can't. At this point, my goal is to create some new associations in my own mind, qualities to re-remember, new memories that do more justice to the 18 years he lived BEFORE Vietnam. I have to visit where he was at the end of his life in order to realize who he was up until then.

I didn't get to know my brother while he was alive, but I'm determined to get to know him while I'M alive. I don't see anything out of the ordinary about that. I'm sure there are many others like me who have this yearning to find out about the person who loved them long ago.

I continue to be amazed that so many people are so willing to help me - I'm just a little sister, I wasn't even there, and I have nothing to offer in return. I'll always be grateful for the help I've received from organizations like Friends of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial. These are essential links between those of us who were left behind and all of our brothers on the Wall. If anyone reading this has memories to share with a buddy's family, or wants to find out about the person they lost, but fear of contact has stood in the way for too many years, I would urge you: don't wait! We all need to heal together.


Sincerely,

Sister of WO1 David R. Kink,
C Troop, 1st Sqn. 9th Cav, 1st Cav., KIA 8-3-69
Julie Kink
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April 5, 2020

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David Robert Kink was born November 11, 1949 in Madison, Wisconsin, to Martin Kink Jr. and Marcella Ann (Sawyer) Kink. Marcella grew up in Stillwater, Minnesota during the depression. Martin was born in Germany and in 1927 at age 14, he immigrated to the U.S. on a ship with his parents.

David was their second child, their second boy, joining his older brother Paul who was then age seven. Three years later would come David's sister, Susan, and eleven years later, his sister, Julie, was born. David's father was an advertising executive. His mother was a realtor, then a church secretary. They divorced in 1966.

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L to R: Paul, Julie, David, and Susan

When David was ten, his family moved to a resort near Hayward, Wisconsin where David spent two of his happiest years. He shot his first deer, learned to fish, and grew to love nature. The family moved back to Middleton, Wisconsin when David was in eighth grade. He graduated from Middleton High School in June 1967 at age 17, and got a job in a men's clothing store.

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David with beer stein and LP 78 rpm record while enjoying time from work. It was taken by a friend of his, Charles Forsmo, at the Unicorn Bar in Middleton, Wisconsin in February 1968.

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However he always wanted to learn to fly, and almost a year later he approached his mom and said, "Mom, guess what? I've enlisted in the Army and they have accepted me as a candidate for Flight Training." Photos below taken during Warrant Officer Candidate School and flight training.

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David went through Basic Training at Fort Polk, Louisiana.

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He attended flight training at Fort Wolters, Texas and then Hunter-Stewart Airbase, Savannah, Georgia, graduating from Warrant Officer Rotary Wing Aviation Course (WORWAC) in Class 69-11.

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Photos taken May 20, 1969 at David's graduation from flight school at Hunter-Stewart. His mother Marcella flew down to pin his wings on. The other photo is with his friend and classmate, WO Ralph D Martin.

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He took a leave at home to Middleton prior to his departure to Vietnam. "Don't worry Mom, I'll be back." were the last words she heard from her son. She said she would count the days. She counted to only 50 before David was returned (25 June 1971 article extract, Kenosha News).

Upon his arrival in Vietnam on June 18, 1969, he was assigned to the First Cavalry Division (Airmobile) with C Troop, 1st Squadron 9th Cavalry. While with C Troop, he was on his 83 mission in just three weeks according to other 1971 articles about David's loss in the local area papers.

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A little more than a month later, on 21 July 1969, the light observation helicopter, OH-6A, tail number 67-16566, in which he was flying crashed due to a explosion on the ground. David was the only survivor and lived for 13 days before he died at the 106th General Hospital, Tokyo, Japan. He was 19 years old.

You can read more about the incident and other details by visiting his page at Vietnam Helicopter Pilots Association .

There were two other men who died in the incident. They were:

Initial reports of his death were printed in local area papers similar to the following:

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The official casualty notice from Vietnam to Department of the Army in Washington was brief. It read: "Individual died in Japan from pneumonia secondary to burns he received while an observer on a military aircraft on a combat operation when an explosion on the ground caused the aircraft to crash and burn. He was admitted to a military medical facility, evacuated to Japan, placed on the Seriously Injured (SI) list and then VSI list, and later expired."

The actual circumstances of his death were not as brief as the initial report of his injury or report of death. The article next appeared in the 7 August 1969 Wisconsin State Journal, Madison, Wisconsin:

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After David's death, he was awarded his medals as announced in the Capital Times, Madison, Wisconsin on 13 November, 1969.

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David's father, Martin Kink (1913-2003), died at age 90. He is buried in Madison, Wisconsin. David's mother, Marcella Ann (Sawyer) Kink (1921-2005), died at age 83. She is buried in Stillwater, Minnesota. They are survived by David's brother, Paul Kink, Montana; his sister, Susan Moncada, Montana; and his sister, Julie Kink, Alabama.

David is buried in Sunset Memory Gardens, Madison, Dane County, Wisconsin. His cemetery marker shows he had the basic award with 2 Oak Leaf Clusters (OLC). Criteria shows an OLC award was credited per every 25 hours of combat assault flights (any flight in which the aircraft was directly involved in combat), 50 hours of combat support flights (Visual Reconnaissance or Resupply), or 100 hours of non-combat service flights (Administrative or VIP flights). Flight hours were calculated in six-minute blocks.

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Material by Julie Kink
Used with permission.
The Virtual Wall, April 7, 2020

 
April 5, 2020

I am so glad that The Virtual Wall is taking such great care with updating the pages. Even though I've been involved from the beginning, I'm sorry to say I had no idea that so much information was being added/updated. Last night I showed my husband Mike an example of what is now being done: Richard A Weske. He was extremely impressed and felt as I do that it really gives the viewer a vivid glimpse of the serviceman and his family. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Doing what you do must weigh heavily at times. In my ongoing search for Gold Star families of fallen aviators - especially when I was looking for families for all 2,200 KIA pilots to invite them to the dedication of the monument at Arlington in 2018 - I read hundreds of incident reports and tributes. The cumulative impact of "our war" on all of us is impossible to comprehend. Looking at the losses experienced by family after family really hits a person in the gut. I look at all those young faces, each handsome and full of promise - and wonder how much richer our world would be, had they survived.

Like most families of the fallen, it has dawned on me that I know David much more intimately for what he didn't do, than for what he did. He didn't get married, raise a family, choose a career, or find his comfortable place in the world. He never had a mortgage payment or a credit card - he never found the first gray hair - he didn't face the decisions of whether or not to take a certain job - to travel the globe - which girl to settle down with - how to be a good parent. He was not there with brotherly advice to help me choose a career, train my dog, fix up my first house, or care for our parents. He could not stand beside me watching them sink deeper into old age. He could not be with me as I lost them.

And yet - he was here, as much a part of this world, this life, as anyone who spends seven or eight decades walking this earth. Because he died so young, I think that part of the eternal quest faced by the young - to find our true place in the world, where we fit - I felt a part of that responsibility shifted onto me, his youngest sister. I felt obliged, not to carve out David's place in the world, but to make sure that the place that he carved out was acknowledged and recorded. To make sure that whatever was the essence of my brother, in his short life, was not entirely swallowed up like a pebble thrown into the ocean that leaves no trace.

That is what you are doing too, for David and so many others.

Thank you.

Julie Kink
kink100@att.net
 

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