In Memory of  

   Fredrick "Maddog" Krupa  

By: Steve "Superjew" Feldman
  We know how Maddog died. He was going into a hot LZ in the lead chopper when Charlie opened fire. Two rounds came through the floor of the Huey and both hit him. He started to fall out of the chopper and Peo, the Yard who was the company commander, put his hand on Fred's chest to stop him from falling out. Just then Fred took 2 more rounds in the chest. Both rounds going through Peo's hand. Fred fell about 100 feet and was last seen lying on his back not moving.

THIS WAS HIS LAST MISSION. Fred wasn't a new guy, this was his last mission. This was really his last mission, he was going home and getting out of the Army. He had two and a half years in country, all of it at CCC.

THIS WAS HIS LAST MISSION. Fred was commissioned from Infantry OCS in 1965. He was only 18 when he became a 2lt, one of the youngest people ever commissioned.

THIS WAS HIS LAST MISSION. Fred was getting out of the Army and going to college in the Fall, because he felt he needed an education to be competitive. His plans were made and his college selected. He planned to come back on active duty when he graduated, about the same time he would be eligible for major. He would still be only 27 when he came back to the Army. He would be major and a college graduate, 6 years active and 4 years reserve. The world would be his.

THIS WAS HIS LAST MISSION. He was going home and getting out of the Army in May 1971. We had been in Saigon 2 weeks earlier, and he had made arrangements to buy a new Chevy Camaro and take delivery the day he got back to Scranton, I wonder what happened to that Chevy.

THIS WAS HIS LAST MISSION. Six months earlier he had taken his free 30 day leave for extending for six months. The Army gave him a plane ticket around the world. He went home for the last time and saw his family, he went to Europe, he went to Egypt, and he came back to Kontum. The only thing he really talked about was landing in Phnom Pehn, Cambodia. He said it was scary seeing all the bunkers with machine-guns along the runway. Scarier then Vietnam.

THIS WAS HIS LAST MISSION. One by one all the Hatchet platoons of A Company had gone to Bear Cat and been converted to Vietnamese cadre. It was 1971 and the War was winding down and Americans were being replaced with Vietnamese.

THIS WAS HIS LAST MISSION. Group had gone home the month before. We took off our Green Berets and put on black baseball caps. We moved our Special Forces patches to our right sleeve and on our left sleeve we wore the distinguished patch of Airborne USARV. We were now Task Force 2 Advisory Element (TF2AE).

THIS WAS HIS LAST MISSION. He was going with the new cadre, the Vietnamese cadre. He was going on the first company size operation since B Company had run an operation in August the year before. There weren't many targets big enough to run a full hatchet company into the field, but this one was.

THIS WAS HIS LAST MISSION. Fred wasn't supposed to be in charge. He was going as an observer and adviser. He was riding in the left door, he shouldn't have been there. The left door is for the leader of the operation, he wasn't in charge.

THIS WAS HIS LAST MISSION. He never came back The mission is now 26 years long. He was the only one to get to the ground. Maddog was my friend, my drinking buddy, and my CO, and I miss him dearly.