Forrest Gets Mail – 18

hi Forrest, ran across an old article, about the death of
Lt. Col. John H.I. Morse Sr., the article mentioned
your call sign, was that chosen by you or the
military and what was it for
thanks M
( Article is HERE )


Mary, thanks for the email about L/C John Morse and Litter 81. To answer your question:

Litter was the call sign of the 308th Fighter Squadron at Tuy Hoa, South Vietnam. The 8 indicated that it was the 8th  combat mission of the day for that squadron. The 1 meant that I was leading the flight of F-100s. My wingmen were Litter 82, 3, and 4. Anyone hearing those call signs on the radio knew where the planes were from and could easily find out who was flying them.

The aircraft I ejected from on that day (20 Dec, 1968) was an F-100D, #647. The maintenance  crew called it the “Hanger Queen,” because it was nearly always broken.
Thanks for the info about L/C Morse. I met him just that one time when his helicopter hoisted me out of the jungle in Laos. You don’t forget guys like that. it would be nice to know where Charlie Morse is now. I would like to talk with him. f




37 thoughts on “Forrest Gets Mail – 18

  1. I thank God such men lived!

    Thank you for sharing your call sign, you have no idea how I wanted to know that!

    Have a wonderful Sunday everyone!

  2. I wish I could get a degree in Forrest Fenn history. I can consume this information for an eternity.

    Thank you Forrest and M.

      • with a minor in Eric Sloane.

        I’m sure there are many that have earned an FF degree, but only one person will graduate with the golden tassel.

        • Hey Allen, Yeah, I’m thinking of starting the Forrest Fenn University Alumni…I got my bachelors degree in finding Fechin, but I’m still working on my thesis for my Masters. The subject matter is based on how to be fluent in sign language for the visually impaired and how to call audibles during a thunderstorm. Maybe my Doctoral thesis will be on how I learned to hear a shout in a whisper and Horton hears a Who.

        • Thinking about the signs posted in Santa Fe galleries other than Fenn’s, “Do not touch” must be one of the scariest things to read … in Braille.

          • Why, yes! I believe that is an apt sobriquet for any grown adult who spends time reading and posting to a blog about hidden treasure. 🙂

          • Haha Zaphod! Do not touch in Braille, too funny! And yes, we’re all a bit…damn political correctness! I just realized the social engineers stole the word ‘queer’ from us too! Strange, weird , peculiar, funny, queer…there! I said it. I feel better now too.
            I am reminded of a passage from the Bible:

            ” But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light;” 1Peter 2:9

            In essence, I am pleased and honored to be called weird, or peculiar, as those are the ones who have been chosen…not the normie conformies.

    • The reason I mention this is that if there was anyone who would know how to spell “hangar” it would be Forrest.

      • Sparrow,
        Yes, you’d certainly expect that, but perhaps just a senior moment. Who can say?

        It does lead me to wonder if Forrest ever felt he got the short end of the stick when assigned to fly the “Hanger Queen.” In this case, though, it seems more a case of getting the short end of the ‘hanger.’ Not much of one, but a thought nonetheless.


    • Sparrow: hanger, cadis, Wetherell, Navaho, Columbia, knowlege, J. C. Penny, Orson Wells, Oh Sole Mio, Sam Shepherd, Bessy (not Bessie), write/right (SB 107), Bien Thuey (SB 138), crimanny (SB 171), and more. Accidental or deliberate is up to the searcher.

  3. It’s stories like this that make some of us feel very small. Courage and comradeship.

    There’s no point in being down about it though.

  4. Woke up and thought I’d apply a little elbow grease to this problem. I should have seen this one coming, but, as they say, rolling stones…

    Starting to believe that what seems impossible may just be a trick of the light. What comes next is definitely for grown-ups only.

          • True, and yet there’s method to my madness (I think!). The problem right now is one of small adjustments to a recurring pattern.

            On a broader spectrum, Forrest’s posts frequently incorporate trigger phrases and numbers. These mean zero (and could always be interpreted incorrectly as a result of confirmation bias) unless you have reached a specific phase of the hunt – at which point they may resonate like cathedral bells – if you’re both lucky and listening. They prod, they suggest and they confirm. What they never do, IMO, is provide the answers for you. Unless you do the work and meet the puzzle master halfway (at least), you will make no progress by this method. And of course you may also simply misinterpret what’s being communicated. Remember the wooly bug in SB88? That’s what the transmission feels like. You’re trying to hear muffled messages through the ether, whether it be SBs or via less obvious means of delivery. But you’re also trying to talk back.

            Without some form of two-way communication, it might be next to impossible to zero in on the final spot. We’re all here trying to “read” what FF puts out, but he needs a method of keeping track of who is where in the Chase so he can pass on helpful hints. Trying to learn FF’s language and practice it (in a very stumbling manner) is a useful exercise, I find.

            I must admit that I haven’t always felt like this. I avoided FF’s writings as much as possible early on, as I didn’t want to get sidetracked (and I’ve still only read those parts of TTOTC that were made public). But FF has ensured through various means that the intel reaches you one way or the other.

            My take on this whole enterprise is that you can approach it on multiple levels. You can treat it as a fun, family adventure (which is wonderful and rewarding in itself), or you can work your way up to the kind of obsessive lunacy that is exhibited on the blogs! What I realized, rightly or wrongly, some time ago is that at one level it is an exercise in learning to see and hear. Believe it or not, that can be a very frightening course to undertake, and it’s not for the fainthearted. But it can also be rewarding and enlightening. Teachers with ropes may be an apt description of the process.

            So to get back to your original point, yes, these kaleidoscopic utterances and ramblings may indeed be the result of being “high” for way too long, but the logic of dreams only makes sense to those who inhabit those strange lands!

  5. Didn’t the article start off by saying this guy was dead????
    How is Forrest going to talk to him? ?

    • Eaglesabound: not John Morse, who reeled him up from the jungle, but rather his SON (who is living).

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