Posted on 7/3/16 - by Dennis watson
I was flying the helicopter in which Dallas died. Please contact me.
Final Mission of SP5 Dallas L. Nihsen
Posted on 6/8/16 - by firstname.lastname@example.org
SP5 Dallas L. Nihsen was helicopter crewman assigned to B Troop, 7th Squadron, 17th Cavalry, 1st Aviation Brigade. On April 15, 1972, SP5 Nihsen was a door gunner on a U.S. Army helicopter which was on a mission in Kontum Province, RVN. When the aircraft was approximately 6 miles south-southwest of Dak To City it came under hostile fire. The helicopter was able to maintain flight, however SP5 Nihsen was fatally wounded in the incident. [Taken from coffeltdatabase.org]
Face to face
Posted on 6/6/16 - by Dennis Watson Denniswatson@bellsouth.net
I will never forget the day you made your final flight, fearless, aggressive. And I will forever see your face as your eyes closed for the last time. I plan to see you once again one day, salute your bravery, and shake your hand for laying down your life for myself, Mike, Hai Doan and Mevan Le. We are forever grateful. I won't forget.
Posted on 5/30/16 - by Tonya email@example.com
Dallas, I was born in 68 so I was not around for the Vietnam war, just learning about it by reading and watching. I find it overwhelming to think of all the lives of innocent young people cut short fighting for the USA. Your service to our country is greatly appreciated and I honor you today.
Posted on 5/23/15 - by Your niece Natasha Linne
I wish I could of met you. My dad tells me stories about you all the time! Thank you for serving our Country. You'll be forever missed and never forgotten. I love you!
Remembering An American Hero
Posted on 4/11/14 - by Curt Carter firstname.lastname@example.org
Dear SP5 Dallas Lee Nihsen, sir
As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.
May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.
With respect, Sir
Posted on 8/28/13 - by Robert Sage
Dallas is buried at Morgan Cemetery, Schleswig, Crawford County, IA. AM-17OLC
Manuel Pino B/2/8th Cav,1st Cav 68-69
Fellow Army Vietnam Brother
B Trp/7/17th Cav Rgt, 1st Avn Bde
Jun 29, 2009
I Will Remember You
You were one of the brave that answered the call. You honored us by your service and sacrifice. We now honor You each time we stand and sing the words, THE LAND OF THE FREE AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE. Thank you for your bravery, courage and dedication to our Country and freedom. Rest In Peace and Honor.
Apr 14, 2009
Pilot of the aircraft at death
365 S. Church St.
Fairhope, al 36532 usa
UH-1 extracting overrun artillery base troops, all Vietnamese and 1 American. Dallas one of two gunners, strongly urged mission. Aircraft struck numerous times but flew in and out. Dallas died enroute to Kontum medical support, struck in back by small arms fire which had penetrated three walls of aircraft before stricking him. A true hero and man's man. Pilot was Maj. Jim Gibbs, Unit Commander. I was Co-pilot. Mission successful, no crash, one Vietnamese soldier killed/1 wounded but boarded and survived.
Wednesday, September 19, 2001
Manuel Pino 2/8 Bco 1st Cav-68-69
Fellow Vietnam Army Vet
REFLECTIONS FROM THE MOVING WALL". I am a monument to a black period in this countries history.I am the Vietnam wall.,composed to two angled granite walls,inscribed with the names of fifty eight thousand,one hundred thirty four American men and women who died in hell (that was Vietnam) Many people come to see me. strangely they come mostly in silence-old people,young people,children,mothers,fathers,widows,and veterans.all for reasons of their own.they bring gifts,pictures,letters,flowers,poems and cigarettes.the letters speak of grief and loneliness and regret.they ask forgiveness.they are an out pouring of pain.the people softly touch names on my face.they water my grass with tears.then they leave in silence and I hope in peace.for I am more than two stone walls.I am a thank you from a nation that forgot.I am a long past due apology.I am healing for wounds too long left untended.I am a tribute paid to fallen warriors.I AM THE VIETNAM WALL. "America has forgotten the wars.will she remember her warriors"? You may be gone , BUT YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN.
Monday, April 10, 2006
photo provided by Gilbert Nihsen (Father)
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye – 1932
Posted by: Bob Ross
Relationship: Fellow Vietnam Veteran
Friday, April 15, 2005
Who Shall We Send
"And God said who shall we send. I answered I am here, send me."
Today our society is surrounded by terrorism and anxiety. American soldiers are fighting for our great country today as you did during the Vietnam War. You stepped up to become a hero of the United States and I want to thank you for that.
Posted by: Megan Ruff
Thursday, April 17, 2003
Dallas this poem is for you, I Still See The Tracers.
The air was alive with sound it embraced everything It was like being woven in a cocoon. Then there were the tracers and the only sound you didn't hear was your own gun. Every landing zone was the same only the tracers were different most rained down from above sometimes they fluttered up from the ground. But they were always there. Now the sound is slowly receding, but it is still rolling though time. And I still see the tracers, Orange and Red, Green strangely bouncing off trees, curling off the ground. I don't wonder anymore about the why's I just be. I still see the tracers and I still hear the sound, the Lord does work in the Soul of Being and the Heart of Love. He does lead an the following is oh so easy. LEST WE FORGET.
Posted by: James Allan Wingrove
Relationship: We were close friends
Monday, May 6, 2002