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Medal of Honor Monday: Captain Lance P. Sijan’s Final Flight and the Standard He Set for the Rest of Us

He crawled through the jungle on willpower alone, proving that character can outlast bone, muscle, and even the certainty of death.

A Milwaukee Childhood Built on Grit and Loyalty

Before he became a symbol of Air Force courage, Lance Peter Sijan was a Milwaukee kid shaped by two cultures and one tight family. Born in 1942 to a Serbian American father and an Irish American mother, he grew up in a house where discipline came with warmth and expectations rose with opportunity. Football was the household’s unofficial language. His father, a former Bay View High School standout, passed on the ethic that mattered: keep your commitments and work until you have nothing left.

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At Bay View High School, Sijan stood out without acting like he needed to. He played football, acted in school theater productions, led the student government association, and threw himself into everything from photography to the performing arts. When the curtain rose on “The King and I,” he played the King with his younger sister Janine in the cast. He wasn’t collecting accolades so much as widening the arena in which he expected himself to perform.

Charting a Course Toward the Cockpit

After graduating in 1960, Sijan attended the Naval Academy Preparatory School in Maryland, but his path shifted toward the Air Force when he earned an appointment to the United States Air Force Academy. In Colorado Springs, he played football for three years but stepped away before his final season to concentrate on academics, finishing with a Bachelor of Science in Humanities and a commission as a second lieutenant in 1965.

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Pilot training came next at Laredo Air Force Base in Texas, followed by F-4 Phantom II combat crew training at George Air Force Base in California. His instructors noted the same pattern others had: he drove himself harder than anyone needed to tell him to.

By mid-1967, Sijan was flying combat missions with the 480th Tactical Fighter Squadron out of Da Nang Air Base. He had already flown more than fifty missions when he strapped in for the sortie that would mark the final chapter of his life.

The 9 November 1967 Crash and the Crawl Nobody Believed Possible

On 9 November 1967, Sijan launched as the weapons system officer for Lieutenant Colonel John Armstrong in an F-4C Phantom targeting the Ban Laboy Ford area in Laos, one of the most heavily defended corridors of the Ho Chi Minh Trail.

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During the bomb run, the aircraft’s ordnance detonated prematurely underneath the jet—an explosion violent enough to destroy the Phantom mid-air. Armstrong was killed. Sijan was thrown into the night, slamming into the forested karst terrain with devastating injuries: a fractured skull, a compound fracture of the left leg, deep lacerations, and a crushed right hand.

Most men would have died on impact. Sijan began to crawl.

For an estimated forty-six days, he dragged himself over jagged rock and jungle undergrowth, surviving on rainwater and whatever vegetation or small animals he could reach. He operated his survival radio when he could and moved constantly to avoid enemy patrols. A massive search-and-rescue effort—more than one hundred aircraft involved—picked up his signals at one point. A pararescueman prepared to descend, but Sijan refused to let anyone risk additional lives for him and insisted he would crawl to the jungle penetrator instead. The terrain and enemy fire made the extraction impossible. The rescue team had to withdraw, believing they had heard Sijan’s last transmission. They hadn’t. Capture, Resistance, and the Hard Reality of Hanoi North Vietnamese troops finally captured him on Christmas Day, 1967. Even then, broken and starved, he attempted an escape, overpowering a guard and dragging himself into the brush before being recaptured. He was taken first to a holding camp near Vinh and then to the Hanoi Hilton. Fellow POWs, including Air Force officers Robert Craner and Guy Gruters, later testified that Sijan never surrendered information beyond name, rank, service number, and date of birth. Torture, delirium, and untreated wounds, none of it broke his bearing. Even in fevered states, he talked as if escape were still possible. On 22 January 1968, pneumonia and exhaustion overtook what remained of his strength. He was twenty-five. Homecoming, Honors, and the Legacy That Outlived Him Sijan’s remains were repatriated in 1974 and positively identified that April. He was buried in Milwaukee, close to the schools and streets that shaped him. On 4 March 1976, President Gerald Ford presented the Medal of Honor to his parents at the White House. The Air Force later established the Lance P. Sijan Leadership Award, one of its most respected honors, recognizing airmen who demonstrate the same integrity, perseverance, and courage that defined his final months. The Air Force Academy named Sijan Hall in his memory, a daily reminder to cadets that leadership sometimes looks like crawling through a jungle alone with a shattered body and an unbroken will. Milwaukee honors him with Sijan Playfield, school scholarships, memorials, and a restored F-4 Phantom at Mitchell International Airport bearing his markings. Why His Story Still Matters Captain Lance P. Sijan’s life is not simply a record of endurance. It is a blueprint for what duty looks like when circumstances strip away every advantage and leave only character. His story forces a question on anyone who puts on a uniform or shoulders  responsibility of any kind:When everything falls apart, what parts of you stay standing? Sijan’s answer came through action, not speeches. He resisted until resistance was no longer physically possible. He protected others even when he could barely protect himself. He held to a standard the rest of us honor because it asks something high of human nature and proves it achievable. That is why we tell his story. Not because of how he died, but because of how he lived when dying seemed like the only outcome. — ** Editor’s Note: Thinking about subscribing to SOFREP? You can support Veteran Journalism & do it now for only $1 for your first year. Pull the trigger on this amazing offer HERE. – GDM
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