In this vast and complex world, it is easy to lose sight of a single event, no matter how devastating, and so it remains to those who were there, and those who suffered the losses, to honor the memories of those lost, and keep them alive in our hearts. Thank you so much for the work you have done to that end. I was there that day, on sentry duty at the hangar, and I was at the time in charge of the aircraft repairs inventory. As someone else wrote, it's the stuff of nightmares. I remember that for two weeks you could hear a pin drop anywhere in the hangar, everyone was so silent with grief, and also self-examination. Each of us wondered if we might have done anything, no matter how small, some oversight, that contributed to the crash, and the death of our leaders and friends. Frankly, it was possible. Investigators were there looking. In time though it was determined, as others have noted, the cause was a defective piece on the helicopter itself. It was no one's fault. How tragic, that they were coming home, nearly landed, so close to safety. I never spoke to anyone about this day, until recently. Even now it's difficult and parts are blocked out. You can only talk to people who understand. Someone wrote a comment on the aircraft accident report site that meant a lot to me, which I was able to reference from here.
Thank you for offering this site, the updates and opportunity to share comments. I hope Jim, you can know that this is enough. It's everything. You've done well by your friends, and all of us. As for a memorial there at the base, it's tough to stay brave, do what needs to be done, if one is thinking about the risks and consequences. You can't, really. This site, it IS a memorial. As they say, best to you, and "Keep your rotors in the green, friend". - K

Rick and I lived about 100 yards from each other and played on the Long Beach Wilson baseball team. He was a catcher and I was a pitcher. We also spent many hours bodysurfing at the Huntington Beach pier, sailing my Malibu outrigger, and playing handball at the nearby college courts.  Rick and I were teammates on LBCC intramural championship teams for the one year he attended, before qualifying for Annapolis.  We played guitars and sang during the folk singing era. Rick had many talents, but his most outstanding attribute was being a loyal friend and confidant. He was at my wedding, but sadly I missed his to Carol. I was in England when l the accident occurred, and did not learn of it until much later. We chose to give our son Rick's name as a way to honor him. I frequently remember him fondly. Thanks for this tribute to him and the men who also served our country.  

I just found this tribute and want to offer thanks for it and those who have shared a tribute. Steve Howdyshell was my cousin - his mother and my father were siblings. My grandmother suffered so much loss that year, beginning with Steve’s death. He is / was the oldest of her grandchildren, of which there are 40. That’s right! 40 of us with Steve leading the pack. My grandparents had 9 kids and those 9 had us 40. Steve was lost in June, then our Uncle John in November. John is the brother of Steve’s mother and my father. He, too, died in a plane crash. Very shocking. In December, my Grandmother’s brother was lost in a fire. Three closed caskets for her that year: her grandson, her son, and her brother. The family has always been loyal servants to the United States of America. Steve’s and my great-great-great-great grandfather fought in the American Revolution. Steve’s mother (my aunt) was the only girl with 8 brothers. Among those 8 boys, the oldest was first in marine on those islands in the South Pacific during WWII. Next Brother was a paratroop instructor during the Korean conflict. Next brother served on the European front during the Korean conflict and youngest brother served on the USS Roosevelt during Vietnam. Three different wars and all four boys came home. Among us cousins are several vets, including my brother who went through nuke school in the navy and served on the USS Archerfish. Thanks to ALL the vets and thanks to those who remember them well. My son is a pilot and has asked what happened with Steve’s helo and I could never give him the info. I’ll be sharing this page with him.

I was in VX-1 Power Plants division from 1973 to 1977. I had the honor and priveledge of serving with these three men. I deployed with Mr. Howdyshell on the frigate, USS Donald B. Beary just a few months before this crash. AW2 Emery, did not go on this deployment. There was another pilot from our squadron, Lt. Sandy Clark, whom I have reconnected with on Facebook who was out there with us during that deployment.

The aircrewman that did was also part of the recovery team that night of the crash. I remember him telling us that he signed his page 13 after that night to stop his status as an aircrewman. I was slated to be discharged from the Navy the week after this crash occured. It was a hard time for the entire squadron. As I recall what caused the crash was a faulty hinge on the transmission covering. It failed and cause the door to go up thru the spinning rotor, which started the chain of events that caused the crash.

Thank you for not forgetting these men and their service to their country. I was AD2 Van Ness back then when I was in the squadron. I worked nights in the Power Plant division. Rest in peace gentlemen.

Good men all. Missed and never forgotten. AMSAN / Crudcrew/Line

I remember the event but more importantly all of the men lost that night. I was Aircrew on P-3 aircraft and had a direct connection at one time or another with all 3. Lt. Howdyshell was my first Division Officer after I arrived at VX-1 in the 1st Lt Division. At the same time, Lt Creighton was the Aircrew Shop Division Officer. I spent my first 6 months with Lt Howdyshell performing hangar maintenance and driver duties, while at the same time flying every chance I got under the command of Lt Creighton. A unique situation for sure.
I didn’t have much contact with Bob until I became a full time member of the Aircrew Division.
I remember Lt Howdyshell as a fair and disciplined leader. He did not put up with much nonsense from myself or the other junior enlisted guys and ladies in our office, but I liked him. He did have a good sense of humor though, and I did respect him immensely. I never did get to fly with him.
Lt Creighton was a great leader and was respected and loved by all of my fellow Aircrew. He was fun loving and supportive of the men and families under his wing, (no women Aircrew at the time). A very funny guy too. He could be firm, when the situation called for it, but let the Chiefs in our shop do their jobs, showing them the respect they deserved. It was a sad day for us when he died.
Bob was a strange cat as I recall. He knew his job, and he was in a small group within the shop. Not many H-2 crewmembers. He had a different sense of humor, pretty serious most of the time, but was welcoming to me when I came to the Aircrew Shop full-time. I didn’t see him much outside of work. He and his wife lived off base so I never really had a chance to know them well.
I think about this day myself once in a while and on days like Memorial Day. The event made me reset my attitude and truly understand that our jobs were dangerous. A loss like this within a Squadron affects many people in different ways. In some, as in my case, I think it made me a better Aircrewman and made me take things more serious at work, upping my game, while at the same time using my time off to enjoy life to the best of my ability.
AW2 Bill Clark

To my Navy family and friends it was such a honor to dedicate this page to three of our VX-1 squadron mates who lost their lives defending our country. Being so young and naive never could we imagine that something like this was even possible. Thank you all for your service so proudly serving our country in the US Navy. God Bless You All.