Hollywood Studio Magazine (September 1968)

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t LETTER FROM Hollywood Studio Magazine is happy to feature the following letter from a member of the industry now serving in Viet Nam. Donna Roark gives a wives point of view in this letter to the editor. Mrs. Roark works for Universal City Studios, her husband is an employee of Hanna - Barbera who returns home in September. By Patrick Roark Dear Mr. Taylor: Thank you very much for your inter¬ est in my pictures. In request of an article by me relating to some of my experiences, you show yourself to be a brave man. By no means am I a writer. This will soon be obvious. The interest you are showing is somehow embarrasing. It was not my purpose in offering you the use of my pictures to bring note to myself. But more to let your readers view the war the way I’ve seen it. When I was ordered to Viet Nam, I accepted it knowing that men go to war even though they don’t want to. At the time of my notice I was enjoying my three day old son Thom. There are two kinds of men. One kind goes when told to and the other kind . . . Well, you know. My Dad went and I’m sure his dad went. My son will be able to say his went too. I should edit in and admit that I found the thought of going off to war zone a bit exciting. To many John Wayne flicks I’m sure. As I was to find out, Viet Nam has its exciting moments. And that is an understatement. By nature I am not one to sit around idly. So wouldn’t you know the Army found a big safe supply room for me to sit in. This just didn’t get it. I’d be a mental case within a month. I wanted to fly in a Helicopter. Not run a desk. Through some fast talking and some unconventional means I managed to get transfered from a Supply position to a door gunner slot in an assualt helicopter company. I thought it would be keen to fly a few hours a week. Also this should be an oportune time for picture taking. How does 220 hrs. logged flight time the first month sound? It wasn’t exactly what I had bargained for. But action was what I wanted and action was what I was get¬ ting. That was the name of the game with a capital A. Fire supports, rocket missions, combat Ready for flight, Pat Roark rests for a moment on the nose of his gunship. assaults, mail runs, troop extractions and Page 4