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Capt Alan R Trent

The Wall Panel 10-W-Row 037

SYNOPSIS: The Phantom, used by Air Force, Marine and Navy air wings, served a multitude of functions including fighter-bomber and interceptor, photo and electronic surveillance. The two man aircraft was extremely fast (Mach 2), and had a long range (900 - 2300 miles, depending on stores and mission type). The F4 was also extremely maneuverable and handled well at low and high altitudes. Most pilots considered it one of the "hottest" planes around. On May 13, 1970 Alan Trent and Eric J. Huberth  were flying a mission on an F4D when their aircraft was shot down near the tri-border region of Laos, Cambodia and South Vietnam. They went down in Rotanokiri Province, Cambodia. They were both classified Missing In Action. Huberth's family reported in 1973 that the U.S. Government had given them conflicting information concerning the indident. First, they gave the family the wrong location for the crash, then later said that enemy activity had made it impossible to reach the crash site to investigate. Still later, the Government said that a thorough crash-site investigation had been made. Huberth's and Trent's families were left with many questions. When the war ended and 591 American prisoners were released, Alan and Eric were not among them. Since that time, over 10,000 reports have been received concerning Americans still held in captivity. Eric Huberth and Alan Trent could be among them. Isnt' it time we brought these men home? Eric Huberth was promoted to the rank of Captain during the period he was maintained missing. Alan R. Trent graduated from the U.S. Air Force Academy in 1964.

Come For Me Twenty years in the jungle has taken it's toll on me. I'm not the same man I used to be. But one thing's consistent ... I long to be free. Please, Mr. President, come for me. The scars of my torture will never go away. I'm fifty pounds lighter. My hair is gray. But the shackles can't chain the freedom in me. Please, lawmakers come for me. If my family believed there's a chance I'd survived, They'd fight to their deaths to prove I'm alive. I last saw my son when he was just three. Please, lovin' family, come for me. Some captors say you don't know I'm here, That I'm doomed to this prison year after year. God Bless America, the land of the free. Please, friends and parishoners, come for me. Other captors say you know that I'm here, But refuse to accept the evidence, so clear. Will some caring citizen hear my plea? Please, fellow countrymen, come for me. I'll have faith in my country 'till my dying day. I'll never believe you could leave me this way. My Country, 'tis of thee ..... Please, please, America, come for me! ~LeAnn Thieman, 1987~