In the gathering dusk of 18 August 1966…

Long Tan Cross ceremony, 18 August 1969 (c) AWM

…44 years ago, D Company, 6 Royal Australian Regiment, fought a desperate battle for survival against a Viet Cong regiment, in  a rubber plantation near a little town called Long Tan. This is one of the great sub-unit battles of history, where a few stood against many. Today, it remains as an example of great junior leadership and “…of the importance of combining and coordinating infantry, artillery, armour and military aviation...” The Presidential Unit Citation tells part of the story…

By virtue of the authority invested in me as the President of the United States and as Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of the United States, I have today awarded the Presidential Unit Citation (Army) for extraordinary heroism to D Company, Sixth Battalion, The Royal Australian Regiment, The Australian Army.
D Company distinguished itself by extraordinary heroism while engaged in military operations against an opposing armed force in Vietnam on 18 August 1966.
While searching for Viet Cong in a rubber plantation northeast of Ba Ria, Phuoc Tuy, Province, Republic of Vietnam, D Company met and immediately engaged in heavy contact. As the battle developed, it became apparent that the men of D Company were facing a numerically superior force. The platoons of D Company were surrounded and attacked on all sides by an estimated reinforced enemy battalion using automatic weapons, small arms and mortars. Fighting courageously against a well armed and determined foe, the men on D Company maintained their formations in a common perimeter defence and inflicted heavy casualties on the Viet Cong.
The enemy maintained a continuous, intense volume of fire and attacked repeatedly from all directions. Each successive assault was repulsed by the courageous Australians. Heavy rainfall and low ceiling prevented any friendly close air support during the battle. After three hours of savage attacks, having failed to penetrate the Australian lines, the enemy withdrew from the battlefield carrying many dead and wounded, and leaving 245 Viet Cong dead forward of the defence positions of D Company.
The conspicuous courage, intrepidity and indomitable courage of D Company were to the highest tradition of military valour and reflect great credit upon D Company and the Australian Army.

The rest of the story is well worth ferreting out, particularly the section in Mark Woodruff’s Unheralded Victory…many of the lessons from Long Tan from infantry section to coalition task force level still apply to today’s environment…Lest We Forget…

One might hope that The Battle of Long Tan, due for release in 2011, will be on  a par with We Were Soldiers and Blackhawk Down…and serve as a timely reminder to today of yesterday’s sacrifices…

…and thanks to Narelle for the reminder of this day…


Last respects paid to slain NZ soldier

Lieutenant Tim O’Donnell who was killed in Afghanistan is taken from the funeral service to an awaiting gun carriage, Linton Military Base in Palmerston North. Photo / NZPA

It’s never good when a serviceman falls, on operations or in training and this has already been a sad year for the NZDF, following the CT-4 crash in January and the UH-1 on ANZAC Day…as Chief of Army Rhys Jones said, while the death in action of a soldier was not inevitiable it is certainly something that Kiwis have been steeling themselves for over the past 3-4 years…

I attended a presentation at Massey University just after the funeral…it was by former Chief of General Staff Piers Read, a contrast and compare look at the Reconstruction on post-Civil War America and modern Afghanistan (modern Afghanistan – now there’s an oxymoron!!)…he opened with an apology that this work had been in preparation and scheduled for this day for some months and he’d had no intention of ever presenting anything that might become so topical on such a day…it’s a good presentation and I’m going to ask if I can share the slides and supporting paper here…he made some good points, poignant and all the more effective against the background of the events in Linton that same afternoon…

…while at the same time, clowns Willie and JT of Radio Live was playing up the entertainment value of the funeral on Radio Live with Auckland’s University professor Caroline Daley suggesting about the funeral that the whole thing was really just a bit over the top and New Zealand just needs to get over it…all this hoop-la over one soldiers wasn’t something we did before for WW1, WW2, nor even Korea or Vietnam, those latter wars far smaller and perhaps more personal in their selectivity. If anyone needs to get over themselves, I think it may be Ms Daley whose timing in making those statements as the funeral was just ending was way off…

Perhaps Ms Daley needs to consider that, if we could, we would recognise EVERY soldier, sailor and airperson who fell in the service of their country in exactly that same way we did for Tim O’Donnell yesterday…that circumstances did not allow this at those times does not mean for one second that their sacrifice is any less nor the impact on their families any less painful and tragic…

I was privileged to spend some time with members of Lt O’Donnell’s unit as they waited for a C-130 to take them back down to Burnham Military Camp after they farewelled their mate that afternoon…something one of them said was so right…Tim was in the right place – he was in the lead vehicle, leading his soldiers, he was where he was meant to be, and doing his job

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And on this day, let’s not forget six other young men who died tragically while serving…twenty years ago today, Privates Brett Barker, Stuart McAlpine, Mark Madigan, Jason Menhennet and David Stewart and Naval Rating Jeffrey Boult died on Mt Ruapehu after being caught in a blizzard during a training activity…

Cultural awareness 101

I caught this on Michael Yon‘s Facebook page last week but forgot to post it…

Friday Cultural Lesson: Calling a Woman “Pig” Tonight in Thailand, I was over at the home of a Thai family. The woman of the house was rather…stout. Her nickname is “Moo,” and when I heard the nickname I asked quietly, “Why did you call her pig!?” After a flurry of conversation I was informed that pigs are cute and pink and it’s g…ood to call a stout woman Moo. I said, whoa whoa, whoa. Please never call an American woman pig! Which was met with equal disbelief. What? American women don’t like to be called pig if they are heavy? No, no, please never do! 🙂

A great example of how we carry our cultural truisms around with us and how quickly they might get us into strife before we even realise…at one level we might tend to associate democracy with something both good and useful which still gives us little right to inflict upon societies with other ideas…and at another level, the personification of an animal can be good or bad…

This is a great example of Michael Yon doing what he does so very well, illustrating the human level of the contemporary environment, maybe decomplexing it just a little…certainly providing food for thought for those who have to work in it….

Whatever…

(c) NZ Herald

It must have been a slow news day for The NZ Herald yesterday as it dominated its front page with a cheap promo item promoting an item in the August 2010 North & South in which mass murderer Stephen Anderson puts ‘his side’ of the story and says he’s sorry…that’s OK, dude you only killed six defenceless people during your drug-induced spin-out…please, feel free to rejoin society – NOT!!!  The media release for the Aug 10 North and South says…

Murder and Insanity

In 1997 Stephen Anderson shot and killed six people – including his father – and wounded four others. The crime became known as the Raurimu massacre. Anderson, then 24, was found not guilty by reason of insanity.

Now sufficiently recovered to live in the community, he writes publicly – and very personally – for the first time about his descent into mental illness and its tragic consequences

Whichever way you spin it, this guy hasn’t even done thirteen years for killing six people and the ‘I was misunderstood’ defence carries no more weight that ‘they made me do it’…To add insult to injury, North & South even paid this criminal $2500 for his story and here I was thinking that crims were not allowed to profit from their crimes…The bottom line is that if Stephen Anderson had not been breaking the law in his initial drug use then it is unlikely that this massacre would ever have occurred – by being a minor criminal, he became a major criminal and thus should still be a guest of her majesty for some time to come…

I’m sorry but I just can not accept the way in which we seem so fixated on looking after the ‘rights’ of criminals and just gloss over the rights of victims and ordinary citizens…at the very least, the money paid for this article should go to some victim support fund as a very ‘in your face’ reminder that crime does not pay – although it seems that, in real life,  it does…

Fortunately, the other mainstream media had real news to cover yesterday so hopefully this festering sore will be allowed to heal and the sleepy hollow that is Raurimu can go back to being so…

Aaaah….yep

A picture's worth a 1000 words

A picture's worth a 1000 words

There is a great commentary at Small War Journal regarding the manner in which GEN McCrystal was brought down…

Meanwhile, back in LooneyToonville, Michael Yawn continues his sterling work for the Taliban and continues his campaign against RADM Greg Smith, the head PAO for ISAF…

Who needs enemies with friends like Yawn?

RADM Smith’s real crime, of course, was that he supported Yawn’s disembedment after he began his smear campaign against senior ISAF staff…

Contemporary Warfare

I’ve spent the last day or so typing out all my notes from the Contemporary Warfare sessions – who might have thought that some much great material could come from only two days?

Joining the dots

I’m sitting in on the two day Contemporary Wafare module at Command and Staff College  that is being conducted by Dr Michael Evans from the Australian Defence College. Although it is only a two day module (compressed down from 4-5 days to fit the study programme) it is a great learning experience both through Michael’s experience and the interaction with members on the staff course; I have almost a whole notebook full of notes (= a few nights typing them all up before I forget which scribble means what!) and some great insights to expand and write on…There was some very good material yesterday afternoon that has helped join some of the dots in our own work here and we’ve just finished working through some of the ethical dilemmas of the contemporary environment…

Winning the information battle

…or, at least, not losing it by default…

Now that I’m working again, the calls on my time have multiplied geometrically and this little corner of cyberspace has been somewhat quieter than during my seven month exile at the Raurimu Centre for Contemporary Studies aka  home. I have a two hour drive to and from base each week and, during those periods on the road, have introspected on the unfortunate sequence of events that led to the demise of GEN Stanley McCrystal and his departure from the COMISAF appointment.

(c) Rolling Stone 2010

My first thought is that Michael Yawn had no more to do with what happened to GEN McCrystal that he did with the removal from ISAF of Canada’s most senior in-theatre officer..whether Michael Yawn had yapped on or not, the fate of both these officers would have been the same i.e. contrary to popular misinformation, Michael Yon did nothing to influence these events, other than perhaps besmirching them in his own personal smear campaign which says more about him that it doers either Daniel Menard or Stanley McCrystal. In 2005, I was fortunate to spend some time with the now Chief of the Canadian Defence Force, General Walter Natynczyk, and nothing about that officer struck me as the sort of guy who would or could casually overlook a negligent discharge by a senior Canadian officer and even less so, when it occurred in his presence.

I feel sad for GEN McCrystal, brought down by an angry Icelandic volcano (which is how they all came to be in a  bus together with an embedded reporter from Rolling Stone) magazine and a fickle and irresponsible reporter who, in my ever so humble opinion, abused the position that he was placed in by Eyjafjallajokull, reporting out of context the frustrations of  staff facing the unenviable task of winning a conflict that is unlikely to be winnable. I agree fully with Mike Innes’ comments @ Current Intelligence

I spent the better part of yesterday trying to wrap my head around Michael Hastings’ profile of Gen. Stanley McChrystal and his team of advisors. My initial thoughts on the subject at CNN hint at but don’t fully get to what I wanted to say on the matter… which places me in good company, since the chatter on this issue has been blazing across the wire/blog/twitter sphere since the piece was “leaked” on Monday.

My main point was about social distance – which is actually an issue that binds together pretty much everyone who reads, researches, writes, or does anything at all in relation to Afghanistan (or anywhere, really). It’s what soldiers have to contend with, sitting behind the fortified walls of armed camps, all the while trying to gain a more intimate understanding of local culture. It’s what people sent to a strange place have to contend with, absent the time and access needed for familiarization, much less to develop any profound “knowledge” of their environment. And it’s what war correspondents and other journalists have to contend with when reporting from zones so catastrophically different from their otherwise peaceful, functioning worlds.

Powers of observation, an eye for detail, and a nimble pen can go a long way toward telling a good, accurate, and full story, and toward overcoming some of that distance (or at least recognizing it for what it is). Sometimes, maybe, the gap is just too profound, too wide and too deep, to accurately convey a larger meaning – not factoids and datapoints, but meaning.

Anyway, don’t take my word for it. I think of all the bits and pieces I read yesterday and this morning – and there was a lot of good analysis out there – is this Danger Room piece and Peter Feaver’s clear and focusedbreakdown at Foreign Policy of Hastings’ story elements.

What’s really disappointing, too, is that Hastings and Rolling Stone might have missed out on a real opportunity to craft some truly fine and literary journalism. In an interview on National Public Radio yesterday, Hastings gave some background that would have added a great deal of context and nuance to the story, had they been included. The Paris interlude, for example – which is really where all the juiciest bits of the story come from – came about because of the Icelandic volcano eruption, which disrupted air travel worldwide, and stranded ISAF’s Command Group, like thousands of other travelers. To my mind, that would have been both a unique element of narrative color and detail, and an obvious and immediate source of frustration for men running a war, but trapped outside of it and unable to return to it.

I hear now that the Pentagon is staking steps to require all interviews with senior commanders to be pre-approved from the five-sided building…is this what we are coming to in our fear of the fourth estate…we can entrust senior staff with the live of the nation’s young men and women, empower them to sortie into harm’s way, place the instruments of global destruction in their hands but won’t trust them to say the right thing to a reporter without a thumbs-up from a carpeted office thousands of miles and possibly eons of reality away…Rolling Stone‘s The Runaway General and Michael Yawn’s lipping off about things he know nothing about e.g. senior command, strategy, responsibility, etc are excellent examples of the damage than can be done by irresponsible reporters and editorial staffs, just like 911, the Bali bombings, Lockerbie etc are similar example of the damage than can be done by terrorist organisations BUT we didn’t run away and hide then…we went out and learned a new way of warfare…and that’s what we need to do now in the information war…

The first battle must be internal to shed our fear of the censure and embarrassment  that may come from perceptions of dirty washing being aired in public…this thinking is tantamount to grandma concealing her bloomers  in a pillow case when she hangs out the washing…surely we’re past this stage and realise that we do more damage to ourselves and our causes by playing a manic game of Whac-A-Mole trying to suppress any and all reports that may not be the purest distillation of happy happy joy joy juice…nowhere have I seen it summed up so well as this commenter on Michael Yon’s Facebook page (of course, I can’t find the exact quote anymore) to the effect that the USMC mindset is that “...if we don’t want it exposed out in the open, then we probably shouldn’t be doing it…” And that attitude is the place we need to strive towards, to stopping fearing the media and hiding from them, of being able to stand up say “…we screwed up…AND…here’s what we’re (really) doing about it...” or, sometimes, simply “…this is a risky business and sometime crap simple happens…

If we can’t get our heads around this now, this key battle we are consistently losing int he minds of our people and those of our adversaries, what are we going to do one day when anyone can publish what they think, their own views, opinions and images…what are we going to do then…? Uh-oh….youtube…facebook, bebo…that intreenet thingamebobby… time to climb into the information fight, people….

Everybody fights!!

If there was one single takeaway from last week’s conference it was this…”Everybody fights…!!” It was hammered home by the US and Canadian representatives who attended and validates that concept that everyone deployed into an operational AO in high-end theatres like Iraq and Afghanistan must first and foremost be a warfighter…

Anyone who goes out the gate must have the same skills as those who habitually tread out in the bad lands and if there has been one single lesson for both these nations in the last six or seven years it has been that EVERYONE has the same probability of getting caught in a contact, activating an IED of some size, or getting in some other form of strife…

So EVERYBODY receives, extracts and delivers detailed and comprehensive orders; EVERYBODY conducts and participates in rehearsals; EVERYBODY is conversant with Immediate Actions and force SOPs; and, where possible, EVERYBODY has a secondary skill to bring to the party so that there are no single points of failure when it all goes noisy…

Those who may expect to spend a large proportion of their time within the wire might also wish to have a bit of a rethink as once all those containers are stacked, blankets counted and bolts tightened, they represent a large proportion of combat power that can be employed in local security, route clearance, population engagement, etc, etc, etc….

COIN is not and never will be a checklist…EVERYBODY needs to think and keep thinking to stay alive and achieve the mission…there is no room for rubber stamping compliance or templated solutions for their own sake – every situation is subtly different from the one before and must be considered in its own context…a key implication from this is that domestic training, outside the force generation or predeployment training environments, MUST provide opportunities for leaders at all level (including EVERY soldier – it’s called self-leadership) to confront complexity and uncertainty in every day they are on the job – and that this must be supported by a firm foundation of a well-embedded organisational ethos and culture…

Kudos to Dean @ Shiloh again for the top job he did in collating and distributing his detailed notes from the COIN Symposium at Ft Leavenworth – Dean, just so you know, we’re reading your stuff down here as well and it was interesting to see notes based upon your observations being distributed at the conference…unfortunately, significant portions of the conference material were classified so I’m unable to share to quite the same degree as Dean however a week away from home gave me a great opportunity to navel-gaze free of distractions and to also interact offline with a number of old and new colleagues and this is content that I’ll be developing over the next week or so…

It’s been bucketing down here for most of the weekend since I got home but I have been making the most of breaks in the weather to do outside jobs at the Lodge and Chalet in preparation for the ski season which starts here in a couple of weeks. In the wetter parts of the days, I have had a full range of inside jobs as part of that prep and this has eaten into PC time quite a bit…tomorrow, I am off to Ohakea again and, assuming that the Army has finally completed all the exit admin, I should be a member of the RNZAF by lunch time…

Michael Yawn predicts…

(c) CJ O'Neill 9/2009

…that the sun will come up in the morning…where would we be without him…?

Yon is crowing on his Facebook page that…

This fight was expensive for me in many ways, but I got him.

Getting this man fired was worth the fight and the costs.

This will save American, Canadian, and Afghan lives.

…in regard to the news a couple of hours ago that BGEN Daniel Menard…

…has been relieved of duty and ordered home immediately, accused of having an inappropriate relationship with a female soldier…the news came only days after Menard faced a court martial in Canada, where he pled guilty to accidentally firing his weapon at the Kandahar airbase in March. The incident occurred as Menard walked with Canada’s chief of the defence staff, General Walter Natynczyk, on his way to a helicopter.

Unusually, the Canadian National Defence spokesperson omitted to credit Yon with BGEN Menard’s removal and this may be an indication that the Canadians think that they can police themselves without Yon’s guidance or assistance. Unfortunately for BGEN Menard, he was not found (nor even charged with incompetence in an operational theatre) so it is likely that Yon will continue his vindictive vendatta. Yon has yet to substantiate his allegations of incompetence against any of the senior commanders he accused following the bombing at the Tarnak bridge just outside Kandahar airfield but continues to play (one assumes that it is an act) dumb regarding the reasons for his disembedment from US forces in Afghanistan…those silly old generals, they should like being publicly accused of incompetence and conspiracy…after all, Michael Yon thrives on such comments – oh, no, that’s only when he is dishing them out…

Personally I think Menard should have been like most of his troops and kept it in his trousers but that’s no call for the likes of Yon to conduct a personal vendetta against him or anyone else – you notice that Menard’s partner in crime is being targeted by Yon? Maybe this is just (yet) another instance of the 19 year old private masquerading as a 45 year old adult playing petty score settling games – possibly due to some perceived wrong during his four whole years in the US Army in the mid-80s…

And now, having de-Yon-ed myself it’s back to real work…I’m just about done on my review of Benoit Mandelbrot’s The (mis)Behaviour of Markets and should be posting it early next week…

Hueys in the sun!!

It’s a sight we don’t see very often these days, a four ship formation of Hueys, and will see even less of once NH-90 starts to come online at the end of the year…

We heard the familiar thwokka- thwokka approaching and ran outside – fortunately the camera was to hand as it always is when the twins are here – to choruses of “…hewicoppa, hewicoppa…” I snapped blindly into the sun and got one frame that caught all four…

I’ve got many hours in the back and memories of the venerable Huey and will be sad to see the last one depart our skies in a few years. They have been the mainstay of our tactical rotary wing capability for 45 years and pulled off some amazing feats…

I was on exercise in Malaysia in 1985, harboured up on one of the steep-as razorback ridges with massive trees reaching high into the sky. Late one afternoon, the company medic was drying his blistered feet by an open fire (you know how it goes: one rule for company HQ and another for the troops!!). Knowing he was due to go for a helo ride the following morning, he thought that he would be proactive and remove the gas canister from his cooker (gas canister are considered dangerous air cargo once the seal is broken and the Air Force is zealous in jettisoning such risks to the aircraft – nothing quite like seeing your pack spiraling into the jungle from a couple of thousand feet). Trouble is, said medic hadn’t quite joined the dots between the open fire he was drying his feet by and the highly flammable nature of th contents of the cylinder.

The inevitable happened: the gas from the cylinder as he removed it sprayed all over his feet and into the fire. In seconds he had literally roasted the flesh from both feet. Fortunately our CSM was an old soldier, former SAS and had spent his youth in South East Asian holiday spots like Borneo and South Vietnam – he was able to dose the medic up with morphine and dress the burns as the sigs called in a dust-off. When the Huey came in, it wasn’t able to drop the stretcher through the canopy. With the light fading and serious doubts as to the medic’s ability to last the night without hospital treatment – he was well into shock by this time – word was spread for everyone to get int heir pits and keep their heads down.

Robert Mason’s Chickenhawk had only been released the year before and was pretty much compulsory reading for soldiers at the time – in it he described the construction of the Huey’s rotor and how on occasion, it would be used to open up a tight LZ in emergencies. That’s exactly what happened in this instance: the Huey pulled back, dropped down a few metres and just drove into the trees. We, who all had our cameras ready, were suddenly burrowing into the bottom of our pits trying to make them deeper, as head-sized hunks of mahogany slammed into the ground all around us…the winch came down, the medic was strapped into the stretcher and lifted out, just as the sun disappeared…onya, 141 Flight RNZAF – we always knew you’d come for us when the brown stuff hits the spinny-round thing…