| | When I was young, around 12, I can remember shooting birds in the back-yard of my uncles house. He was a WW2 veteran, with a metal-plate in his skull from shrapnel taken in Italy. I liked to shoot birds with my BB-gun. They were moving (potentialy moving), not stagnant targets. He, in so many words, discouraged me. Didn't quite understand then, but I do now, and don't kill insects that don't merit killing.
When I said my cousin enjoyed killing, understand he saw what the VC and the NVA did to terrorize the South Vietnamese. He talks of RSVA soldiers who's families mere massacred in Hue, & Tet. There was damn good cause to hate communist, and cult terrorism.
Yes, its one thing to enjoy the thrill of hunting, being hunted and killing. Its another to know what you're fighting for is worth your life, since your going to die anyways, its an honor to give (more or less) what you can't keep for what could in no other way be achieved. Freedom!
The importance of initiative and integrity in combat:
"I could not believe that after the Fuller LZ had taken at least three direct hits with the 120-mm. mortars and was totally zeroed in by the enemy that some “higher” would execute or direct any helicopter to even approach the LZ. It was insane, and I still wonder if the “highers” had knowledge of the fact that the next bird to land would surely be lost. As I looked over at this sergeant and made my statement about the pending loss of the CH-47 I had no sooner turned my head towards the bunker door then I heard a loud thud then a high pitched whining. The CH-47 had been hit in the air while hovering over the LZ and immediately crashed onto the landing zone and started to burn.
This was to be the first of two CH-47s that I was to see go down on or around FSB Fuller, but this was totally preventable and to this day I do not understand how we could have allowed this to happen. I understand that the “highers” had given their orders, but was there any input by the people on the LZ? Were the leaders on the ground just following orders to protect their careers? Was “Loyalty” such an overriding aspect of our leadership model that we were simply too conditioned to think for ourselves? I’ll never know and will never understand how we could have been so narrow and displayed a total lack of initiative during this action and so many others to follow.
First Loss and “Arc Light”
After five days of the worst hell you can imagine, I was able to get the radar operational. ... When I got the radar operational I had selected two possible scan areas. The Q-4 radar had a 445 mil scan area out of a possible 6,400 mills, so you needed some indication of where the enemy weapon might be ... you had about a 1-in-15 chance of selecting the right area to scan, experience, good map work, and knowing something about enemy weapons could quickly eliminate your guess work ... I should mention that prior to my assignment to FSB Fuller I had taken a couple of steps that proved invaluable in the coming battle. ... Dong Ha, and being a rather large base they had a library. As I had not learned anything about my enemy or his weapons from my training at the Field Artillery School at Fort Sill, Oklahoma prior to going to Vietnam, I looked up information on enemy rockets and mortars. I made a list and shared it with the other counterbattery warrants of F Battery, and used it to develop my rocket counterbattery plans ... We thought of the now while our enemy thought of the end results. I do not think American leadership even understands that today, so we are probably doomed to repeat these mistakes in any future conflict. ... When the enemy fired I did not see the rounds coming nor was I aware that they had fired until their first rounds impacted FSB Fuller. Once the engagement started and I saw no mortar rounds enter the radar screen, I did not loose my composure although this was a major cause of counterbattery failure due to the fact that most people “loose it” once they come under this type fire. I calmly slew the radar to my secondary azimuth and instantly located the mortar tube. Although this was my first mortar location it was frankly easier than dealing with the rockets as the echo on the radar console screen was a single dot, not an elongated blob as were the rocket radar returns. Instantly I made the location. According to my research after the war the weapon was location at YD 985632 or YD 980627 depending on which after-action report your read; however, the weapon was located in that vicinity and the date of my first 120-mm. mortar kill was 18 April 1970. ... It took the enemy mortar rounds exactly thirteen (13) seconds from the time they appeared on the lower radar beam until they impacted our position; it took me only six (6) seconds to call in the fire mission. Therefore, I had the opportunity to kill the mortar crew that was about to kill me. So – even before their round hit the ground if we could get fire on their position they were dead, the way it should be.
It was not to happen this day. Once I called in the fire mission, I was told after some delay, “…that the ‘highers’ would take care of this…” or words to that effect. What? I have this guy cold, set for the kill, and the 108th Group (call sign “1-2”), would not fire a mission. I went crazy with rage. I just could not believe it! After all this hell and with our lives on the line, the “highers” would not fire this mission. Unbelievable!
I do not remember how long afterwards this happened, but it appeared that what the “highers” did was redirect an “Arc Light” (B-52 strike) to the mortar location. These massive air strikes consisted of three B-52s each carrying about one hundred (100) five hundred-pound bombs. Their area targets were about one kilometer wide and three kilometers long. Although very impressive the bombs could fall some distance apart and on this day they were tragically totally ineffective. As the 500 pound bombs started to impact the ground, clouds of dust formed that seemed to reach to the top of the sky. One would look at these strikes and think that nothing could possibility live through this; however, reality is something different. I could see the bombs impacting the ground on the radar screen and as they approached and passed over the mortar location the NVA mortar crew recovered, even as the bombs were still falling, and fired two rounds at us. I could see nothing. The dust and debris from the “Arc Light” had effectively rendered the radar completely ineffective. It had in fact produced the best radar counter-measure possible, dust particles in the air, which reflected the radar beam and appeared on the radar screen as ground clutter. I guess that was the day I lost all respect for our leadership. Although some of the finest men I have ever met were officers in the U. S. Army, such as the senior advisor of the Ben Hai ARVN, today I give up hope of winning this battle or surviving with their help. For the first time I fully understood that I was completely alone and it was up to me to see myself through this and in order to survive I had to work around the operational bullshit of our leaders. To me they were worthless and generally incompetent as hell.
It was to be another five days until I could get the radar and generator repaired. I needed data cables, power cables and a fuel line for the generator. So – on went the nightmare! Of course once I had the radar repaired, the same day I received the repair parts, I was able to provide protection for FSB Fuller and after this mortar was destroyed the immediate danger had passed. However, having made the initial mortar location and after the “Arc Light”, we were able to bring enough firepower into the initial weapons location that I felt assured this mortar and crew were destroyed. There was to be no more incoming or casualties until after I had rotated from FSB Fuller. Although I am not sure of the exact date, I think about the 29th April 1970, soon after I rotated off Fuller the NVA had another 120-mm. mortar in place and the 5th Mech (D 1/11) was soon to leave FSB Fuller while under 120-mm. mortar fire. The NVA were back in business again.
[The Horror, the horror!]
Scott
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