DENNIS PAUL DuPUIS
UNITED STATES ARMY
VIETNAM HELICOPTER PILOT • MASTER ARMY AVIATOR
Born August 20, 1949
Fort Knox, Kentucky
Two Tours in Vietnam • 1969–1970 & 1971–1972
More Than 1,550 Combat Flight Hours
THE MAN WHO KEPT FLYING
There are names carved into the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.
And then there are men who came home carrying those names with them.
Dennis Paul DuPuis is one of those men.
To his granddaughter Amelia Stembridge, he is simply:
PawPaw.
But before he was a grandfather, before the Cavalry hat, before decades of additional military service, Dennis DuPuis was a nineteen-year-old Army helicopter pilot flying into places where other men desperately needed him to go.
He flew Hueys.
He flew Cobras.
He carried soldiers into battle.
He brought soldiers out.
He survived a midair collision.
He returned for a second tour.
And eventually, decades later, he stood at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial helping strangers find the names of the men who never had the opportunity to grow old beside him.
This is not simply the story of a Vietnam veteran.
It is the story of a man who spent much of his life remembering those who could no longer tell their own stories.
A FAMILY THAT SERVED
Military service was not foreign to Dennis DuPuis.
It was woven through his family.
Dennis grew up in a military household, living in places that included Kentucky, Japan, France and Hawaii before his family eventually settled in Augusta, Georgia.
His father had served during World War II and Korea.
His older brother would also serve in Vietnam.
In fact, between Dennis, his father and his brother, members of the DuPuis family served in Vietnam for more than six consecutive years.
Dennis later remembered that his father had hoped his own Vietnam service might somehow spare his sons from having to go.
It didn’t.
Dennis tried college after high school.
It wasn’t for him.
So he joined the Army.
But Dennis had one particular thought about Vietnam.
If he had to go into that jungle, he preferred not to walk through it.
He wanted to fly.
And the Army happened to need helicopter pilots.
NINETEEN YEARS OLD
After approximately a year of flight training, Dennis arrived in Vietnam in August 1969.
He was nineteen years old.
Think about that.
At nineteen, many young Americans were learning how to live away from home.
Dennis DuPuis was learning how to fly a helicopter into combat.
He arrived at Vinh Long Airfield in the Mekong Delta and joined the 114th Assault Helicopter Company, where he flew with the unit’s Red Knights.
Dennis later remembered arriving at Vinh Long around August 10, 1969.
The Delta introduced him quickly to Vietnam.
Heat.
Monsoon rain.
Flooding.
Insects.
Rice paddies.
Canals.
And a war with no dependable front line.
THE HUEY
Dennis became what Army aviation crews called a slick pilot.
The term sounded almost casual.
The job was anything but.
A slick was a troop-carrying Huey.
Its mission was to put soldiers where they needed to be and get them out when they needed to leave.
Sometimes the landing zone was secure.
Sometimes it wasn’t.
Sometimes enemy soldiers were waiting.
The helicopter had to descend anyway.
Dennis transported infantry, supplies and equipment into landing zones throughout the Delta.
Some were extraordinarily tight.
Trees could lean inward over the rotor blades.
The pilot could not always see enough to judge his clearance.
So the crew chief and door gunner became his eyes.
They talked him down.
A few feet.
A little left.
A little right.
Keep coming.
That was Army aviation in Vietnam.
Not simply pilot and helicopter.
Crew.
Dennis would later say those were the stories he liked telling.
Stories about teamwork.
Dennis later transferred to the 335th Assault Helicopter Company.
They were known as:
THE COWBOYS
The Cowboys operated in the dangerous III and IV Corps regions and supported combat operations throughout southern Vietnam and Cambodia.
Dennis flew Hueys.
Mission followed mission.
Day followed day.
The hours accumulated.
So did the danger.
By the completion of his first Vietnam tour in August 1970, Dennis had accumulated approximately:
1,155 COMBAT FLIGHT HOURS.
He was twenty years old.
More than eleven hundred hours flying helicopters in a combat zone before reaching his twenty-first birthday.
For Dennis, however, there was another Vietnam tour still ahead.
THE WAR FROM A HUEY
There was something uniquely dangerous about helicopter warfare in Vietnam.
A helicopter did not merely fly over the battlefield.
It entered it.
Pilots descended toward landing zones where enemy soldiers could be hidden beneath jungle canopy or along tree lines.
Crew chiefs and door gunners watched the ground.
Infantrymen waited to jump from the aircraft.
The pilot balanced speed, altitude, terrain, weather, weight and enemy fire.
Then came the call.
Go.
The helicopter dropped toward the earth.
Men got out.
Other men climbed aboard.
And the aircraft rose again.
Then they did it again.
And again.
And again.
For Dennis DuPuis, those missions eventually numbered in the hundreds.
A SECOND TOUR
Dennis returned to the United States after his first tour.
But Vietnam had not seen the last of him.
In June 1971, he trained to fly an entirely different kind of helicopter:
the AH-1G Cobra.
The Cobra represented a new generation of Army aviation.
Narrow.
Fast.
Heavily armed.
Built specifically for attack.
Dennis returned to Vietnam in August 1971 and joined the 2nd Squadron, 17th Cavalry, operating from Camp Eagle.
His mission had changed.
During his first tour, he had carried soldiers.
Now he helped protect them.
THE COBRA
Flying an AH-1G meant taking the fight directly toward enemy positions.
Cobra crews provided close air support.
They attacked enemy concentrations.
They protected troops on the ground.
They responded when American soldiers needed firepower quickly.
And once again, Dennis accumulated combat hours.
More than 400 additional hours during his second tour.
By the time his Vietnam service ended in January 1972, Dennis DuPuis had accumulated more than:
1,550 COMBAT FLIGHT HOURS.
And he was only twenty-two years old.
THE COLLISION
Dennis survived something every helicopter pilot feared.
A midair collision.
He lived.
Others were not always so fortunate.
Survival itself can carry a burden.
Dennis struggled with what generations of veterans have come to recognize as survivor’s guilt.
Why did one man come home when another did not?
Why did one aircraft make it when another fell?
There are questions combat veterans sometimes carry for decades because there is no satisfactory answer.
Dennis carried some of those questions home.
THE WELCOME THAT WASN’T THERE
When Dennis returned from Vietnam, there were no great celebrations waiting.
America was exhausted by the war.
The country was divided.
And Vietnam veterans frequently discovered that the easiest way to return to civilian life was simply not to talk about where they had been.
Dennis didn’t talk much about Vietnam.
Neither did many of the men who served beside him.
Years later he would remember Vietnam veterans as almost invisible during those decades.
They had returned.
But the country wasn’t yet ready to hear them.
So many remained quiet.
HE KEPT SERVING
Vietnam did not end Dennis DuPuis’ military career.
After active duty and Reserve service, he joined the South Carolina Army National Guard aviation community in 1975.
He remained in uniform for another twenty-eight years.
By the time Dennis finally retired in 2003, the nineteen-year-old helicopter pilot who had arrived at Vinh Long had accumulated a military career spanning from:
1968 to 2003.
Thirty-five years.
His granddaughter Amelia put it beautifully:
Serving wasn’t simply something Dennis did.
It was part of who he was.
A MASTER AVIATOR
By the conclusion of that career, Dennis DuPuis had earned recognition reflecting an extraordinary record of Army aviation and military service.
His honors include:
Master Army Aviator
Legion of Merit
Three Distinguished Flying Crosses
Bronze Star Medal
Numerous Air Medals, including awards for valor
Army Commendation Medals, including awards for valor
Humanitarian Service Medal
Republic of Vietnam Cross of Gallantry
Vietnam Service and Campaign decorations
Unit citations
And numerous additional achievement medals and ribbons.
Three Distinguished Flying Crosses alone tell us something about the flying Dennis DuPuis did.
But medals can only describe part of the story.
The men he carried mattered more.
THE WALL
Eventually Dennis found another mission.
It didn’t require a helicopter.
It required remembering.
Dennis volunteered at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C.
There he helped visitors locate names.
Some knew exactly whom they had come to find.
Others arrived knowing almost nothing about Vietnam.
Dennis helped them understand.
Among the names he frequently introduced to visitors were men whose stories he carried personally.
One was fellow helicopter pilot George Arden Mason.
Dennis later left a remembrance for George on the Wall of Faces titled:
“Taking George Home.”
George Mason had been killed on May 5, 1970.
Dennis remembered him.
Decades later, he was still helping others remember him too.
ONE NAME ON THE WALL
Dennis eventually wrote a story with a beautifully simple title:
One Name on the Wall.
Perhaps that title tells us more about him than a list of medals ever could.
Because Dennis understood something important.
The Vietnam Veterans Memorial contains tens of thousands of names.
But every one of them was once a person.
Every name had a voice.
Every name belonged to somebody.
A son.
A brother.
A husband.
A father.
A friend.
A pilot.
A crew chief.
A soldier.
Dennis had known some of them.
And as long as he could tell their stories, they weren’t merely names carved into granite.
PAWPAW
And then there is the part of Dennis DuPuis’ life that Vietnam could never take from him.
He became a husband.
A father.
A grandfather.
Today his granddaughter Amelia looks at the retired soldier wearing his Cavalry hat and sees something much larger than military decorations.
She sees PawPaw.
She sees the man whose life taught her that strength doesn’t always announce itself.
That service can last a lifetime.
That doing the right thing may be difficult and still be worth doing.
And that courage isn’t always measured by whether someone is afraid.
Sometimes courage is measured by whether they keep going.
77 YEARS
On August 20, Dennis Paul DuPuis will celebrate his 77th birthday.
The nineteen-year-old warrant officer who arrived at Vinh Long in August 1969 has traveled a very long way.
More than 1,550 combat hours.
Two Vietnam tours.
Hueys.
Cobras.
Thirty-five years of military service.
A lifetime of memories.
And countless opportunities to ensure that other veterans are remembered.
Dennis came home from Vietnam.
Some of his friends did not.
He has never forgotten the difference.
OUR SALUTE
Dennis Paul DuPuis is not a name on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.
And that is precisely why his story belongs in Voices of Vietnam.
Because this project must remember more than those who died.
We must also listen to those who lived.
Their memories are history.
Their voices are irreplaceable.
And every year, there are fewer of them left to tell us what Vietnam really was.
Today we have the privilege of listening to one.
DENNIS PAUL DuPUIS
United States Army
Vietnam Helicopter Pilot
114th Assault Helicopter Company
335th Assault Helicopter Company • “Cowboys”
2nd Squadron, 17th Cavalry
Huey Pilot.
Cobra Pilot.
Master Army Aviator.
More Than 1,550 Combat Flight Hours.
Three Distinguished Flying Crosses.
Thirty-Five Years of Service.
But perhaps the finest title of all came from the young woman who submitted his story:
PAWPAW.
Her hero.
And one of ours.
Dennis, from one generation of Vietnam veterans to another:
Welcome home.
And thank you for making certain the men who didn’t come home are never forgotten.
Honor the Fallen. Support the Living. Teach the Next Generation.
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