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Born 22 April 1945,
Lynne M. Black Jr. enlisted in the Army July
1963, immediately after high school. His
short-term goal at the time was to honor his
military commitment, and at the same time
fulfill an ambition to spend a couple years
in Europe touring art museums while being
stationed in Germany. His long-term goal was
to make a living as a fine arts painter.
Black completed basic training at Fort Ord,
California, the Advanced Leadership School
at Fort Knox, Kentucky, and the Armor School
at Fort Knox. He was looking forward to soon
heading for the 13th Armored
Group, Europe (Germany) until the airborne
recruiter convinced him he could easily make
another $55.00 a month if only he was man
enough to make three parachute jumps. He
attended JumpSchool at Fort Benning, Georgia
in the dead of winter; housed in barracks
with no insulation. After graduation he was
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Division at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, and
then immediately sent to heavy drop training
at 612 Quartermaster Aerial Supply at Fort
Bragg. After several months he received
orders for D Company 16th Armor, 173rd
Airborne Brigade (Separate), Sukiran,
Okinawa; this was not Germany, or anywhere
close to Europe. Specialist Fourth Class,
Black was deployed with the 173rd to Vietnam
6 May 1965 and returned to the U.S. July
1966 after 3 years of service.
Eleven months later Black reenlisted, after
passing the Special Forces exam; attended
the Special Warfare School at Fort Bragg;
reported to the top secret Military
Assistance Command Vietnam / Studies and
Observations Group Forward Operations Base -
1 July 1968 and was assigned to recon team
Alabama. Black transferred to recon team
Idaho when the RT Alabama was relocated to
Command & Control Central late 1968. He
spent 2 tours of duty in SOG, leaving
country and the Army July 1970 after a total
of 6 years in the Army and 3 tours of duty
in Vietnam.
Lynne Black spent 17 years making his
living as an artist in the motion
picture/television business before joining
The Boeing Company in Seattle, Washington
where he retired June 2010 as an Information
Technology (IT) manager. Since retirement he
has taken up digital photography, hiking in
the Pacific Northwest woods, and learning to
relax. Lynne and his wife Judith live in the
foothills of Mt. Rainier outside Enumclaw,
Washington. |
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Whisky Tango Foxtrot
Paperback Book - 8 1/2 x
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Cost: $25.00
(price includes
shipping/handling in U.S.)
(overseas orders welcome, but additional
postage applies) |
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Send check/money order to: |
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Lynne Black
PO Box 322
Black Diamond, WA 98010-0322 |
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SOG Recon at
its best. . . . .
This is Lynne Black's first book, it will
not be his last. You have to know Lynne, he
is one of those easy going guys that just do
everything well. Lynne was on his second
tour in Vietnam when he came to SOG
recon. He was a grunt in the
173rd Airborne on the first tour and
returning to Vietnam and SOG recon
as a SP4 right out of Special Forces
Training Group. So there was
nothing special that prepared him for the
day that Spike Team Alabama invaded a
division base camp. But that day Lynne
became a One Zero (Team Leader) in one of
the most successful small unit actions
against a large enemy concentration in
military history. There have been a lot of
lopsided "last stands" in military history,
but there has never been one that I know of
where a small Special Forces
led team completely outfought (with the dead
enemies weapons and ammo) and out maneuvered
a division on their own ground. ST Alabama
lost three men on the ground and nineteen
air support personnel in the fight and
according to an enemy survivor of that
engagement the NVA lost 80% of a ten
thousand man division (a large portion was
KBA called by the team and Covey Rider).
That was Lynne's first mission in
SOG recon, read this book to find
out the rest and when you are done you will
be waiting for his next book. |
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Two weeks before
this shot it snowed two feet at our
house. The weather warmed up from the
30's to the 50's and we experienced
flooding. Apollo and I had spent hours
taking pictures of the snow and the
flooding. We were both tired. |
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Apollo Day Off
Digital Photography -
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Duval
Farmland Saturated
Digital Photography -
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Two of the local
farming communities, Judith and I often
travel through, are Duval and Carnation.
Both towns, and their surrounding
fields, were fully saturated. |
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This was shot on
the Enumclaw Plateau at 1:30 p.m. A rain
storm was rolling in from the south. On
a clear day the shot would include Mr.
Rainier, not today. |
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Gathering Storm
Digital Photography -
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Walker Lake
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Two weeks before
this shot it snowed two feet at our
house. Judith and I live across the road
from Walker Lake. |
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Apollo and I had
been hiking all morning in the high
country. We sat down, in tall grass next
to a small stream, to rest and eat. This
young buck nonchalantly walked to within
ten feet of us to drink. It was the best
photo of the day. |
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The Visitor
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Fall At Coal
Creek
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Coal Creek runs
through the Grass Mountain Range, which
has very rich coal deposits. When the
sun strikes the wet rocks just right,
they often take on an iridescent glow.
When combined with colorful fall
foliage, the banks of the creek often
look magical. |
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Every year these
two show up on Walker Lake; just passing
through. We can hear them coming long
before they arrive. They spend a noisy
week visiting each lake residence, and
then off they go. |
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Just Passing
Through
Digital Photography -
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Early
Morning Highlands
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This is often the
view in the early mornings when Apollo
and I set out for a walk. There's no
sound of cars, or other city
distractions. The clouds move across the
mountains obscuring, and then revealing,
the terrain the two of us are happily
traveling. |
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