Monday, August 29, 2016

The Responsibility of a Public Platform

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances. - The First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America, 1791

Take note of the first five words of the 1st Amendment, “Congress shall make no law...” Keep them firmly in mind.

This is not only about being wrong, but being arrogantly wrong, as was Tre Wingo today on ESPN's when he introduced the controversy arising from Colin Kaepernick's political demonstration at his employer's place of employment, and in his employer's uniform. Wingo introduced the segment on the show today, by saying, “Let's get one thing out of the way, Colin Kaepernick had every right to do what he did over the weekend, and anyone who does not accept that does not understand the Constitution of the United States, Freedom of Speech, or Democracy.”

The NFL's 49'ers issued a statement saying “..we recognize the right of an individual to choose to participate, or not, in our celebration of the national anthem...” In so doing they (probably with no idea) made a new statement of policy for themselves and their employees, at least as far as public demonstrations at the place of employment is concerned.

Both the 49'ers and Wingo seem to believe that the 1st Amendment grants an “unfettered right” to say anything or act in any way without regard for your employer's right to employ you...or not, as does a large number of the public. For proof that they should know better one needs look no further than the league's ability to prescribe the uniform to be worn and to fine anyone who might put an “unauthorized” patch or statement on it. I am not sure how they blithely say they recognize the right to demonstrate in disrespect for our flag and anthem at the same time they so righteously defend the sanctity of a football jersey...but perhaps that's a who other discussion.

Although there have been some expansions of meaning, largely by their extension to the “several states” and to public institutions that have some association to the federal government (like taking money), the first ten Amendments to the Constitution (the “Bill of Rights”) do not generally apply to the daily lives of private individuals, nor to the conduct of entirely private organizations, but rather to what the federal government may and may not legislate...or “do.”

Jeannette Cox is a professor of law at the University of Dayton School of Law. She specializes in disability law and employment discrimination law. On the web site of the American Bar Association, she writes:
“Can your boss fire you for expressing your views on social policy, participating in a political party, or donating money to an unpopular political cause? Polls indicate that many Americans believe the answer is no. After all, the right to free speech is among our most deeply ingrained civic values. We repeat, and cherish, the aphorism: 'I can say what I like. It’s a free country.' 
In reality, however, American employees’ free speech rights may be more accurately summarized by this paraphrase of a 1891 statement by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.: “A employee may have a constitutional right to talk politics, but he has no constitutional right to be employed.” In other words: to keep your job, you often can’t say what you like. 
If this use of economic power to punish speech sounds un-American, remember that the First Amendment limits only the government’s ability to suppress speech. It provides that “Congress shall make no law . . . abridging the freedom of speech.” Courts have extended this prohibition to all federal, state, and local government officials but have consistently emphasized that the First Amendment’s strictures do not apply to private-sector employers. Accordingly, the only people who enjoy First Amendment protection vis-à-vis their employers are people employed by the government.”
I accept that many don't understand this, given that the usual description of the exception is the old chestnut about yelling fire in a theater, leaving the impression that you have the right to say anything short of that, and say it anywhere other than that fictional theater. What is tiresome is the all-too-often pronouncement “rightness” immediately before saying something stupid. The Responsibility of a Public Platform? Know what it is you are hired to know and stick to it. Wingo should abjure constitutional commentary and stick to football.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

"Our view that no charges are appropriate..." But...

The following in their own words

An Investigation or a Review?

Hillary Clinton: "I am not being investigated. The FBI is conducting a routine security Review."

Director Comey: Our investigation looked at whether there is evidence classified information was improperly stored or transmitted on that personal system, in violation of a federal statute making it a felony to mishandle classified information either intentionally or in a grossly negligent way, or a second statute making it a misdemeanor to knowingly remove classified information from appropriate systems or storage facilities.

The Law

18 U.S. Code § 793 - Gathering, transmitting or losing defense information

(e) Whoever having unauthorized possession of, access to, or control over any document, [a long list], etc., relating to the national defense, or information relating to the national defense which information the possessor has reason to believe could be used to the injury of the United States or to the advantage of any foreign nation, willfully communicates, delivers, transmits or causes to be communicated, delivered, or transmitted, or attempts to communicate, deliver, transmit or cause to be communicated, delivered, or transmitted the same to any person not entitled to receive it, or willfully retains the same and fails to deliver it to the officer or employee of the United States entitled to receive it; or

(f) Whoever, being entrusted with or having lawful possession or control of any document...or information, relating to the national defense, (1) through gross negligence permits the same to be removed from its proper place of custody or delivered to anyone in violation of his trust, or to be lost, stolen, abstracted, or destroyed, or (2) having knowledge that the same has been illegally removed from its proper place of custody or delivered to anyone in violation of its trust, or lost, or stolen, abstracted, or destroyed, and fails to make prompt report of such loss, theft, abstraction, or destruction to his superior officer...Shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than ten years, or both.

The Definition 

Gross negligence is a conscious and voluntary disregard of the need to use reasonable care, which is likely to cause foreseeable grave injury or harm. An extremely careless action or an omission that is willful or reckless disregard for the consequences to the safety or property of another.

Securing Sensitive Information

Hillary Clinton: "I fully complied with every rule I was governed by."
"The system we used was set up for President Clinton's office and it had numerous safeguards..so I think that the use of that server...proved to be effective and secure.” (Does not refer to "President Clinton's" server when he was in office, rather his server at Chappaqua.)

Director Comey:  There is evidence that they [Secretary Clinton or her colleagues] were extremely careless in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information.

Possible? Or Probable?

Hillary Clinton: "There were no security breaches."


Director Comey: [Secretary Clinton] also used her personal e-mail extensively while outside the United States, including sending and receiving work-related e-mails in the territory of sophisticated adversaries. Given that combination of factors, we assess it is possible that hostile actors gained access to Secretary Clinton’s personal e-mail account.

Classified Information and Documents 

Hillary Clinton: “I never sent or received anything marked classified.”

 Director Comey: Seven e-mail chains concern matters that were classified at the Top Secret/Special Access Program level when they were sent and received. These chains involved Secretary Clinton both sending e-mails about those matters and receiving e-mails from others about the same matters. There is evidence to support a conclusion that any reasonable person in Secretary Clinton’s position, or in the position of those government employees with whom she was corresponding about these matters, should have known that an unclassified system was no place for that conversation. In addition to this highly sensitive information, we also found information that was properly classified as Secret by the U.S. Intelligence Community at the time it was discussed on e-mail (that is, excluding the later “up-classified” e-mails)

Is That Irrelevant Anyway?

Director Comey: [Although] Only a very small number of the e-mails containing classified information bore markings indicating the presence of classified information. But even if information is not marked “classified” in an e-mail, participants who know or should know that the subject matter is classified are still obligated to protect it.

Hillary Clinton: "All work-related emails were turned over to the State Department."

Director Comey: The FBI also discovered several thousand work-related e-mails that were not in the group of 30,000 that were returned by Secretary Clinton to State in 2014.

Off the Hook?

Director Comey: Although there is evidence of potential violations of the statutes regarding the handling of classified information, our judgment is that no reasonable prosecutor would bring such a case. To be clear, this is not to suggest that in similar circumstances, a person who engaged in this activity would face no consequences. To the contrary, those individuals are often subject to security or administrative sanctions. 

Another Definition

Lie (noun)
1. a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth; a falsehood.
2. something intended or serving to convey a false impression
3. an inaccurate or false statement; a falsehood.

Synonyms: prevarication, falsification.
Antonym: truth.

The Law

Title 18, United States Code, Section 1001

[It is] a crime to: 1) knowingly and willfully; 2) make any materially false, fictitious or fraudulent statement or representation; 3) in any matter within the jurisdiction of the executive, legislative or judicial branch of the United States. ("within...the...judicial branch" includes "to" the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Consequently, it's unlikely any of the above statements were repeated in the interview of the Secretary on Saturday, July 2, 2016.

Remember, it is not a crime to lie to the American People. Perhaps the framers believed the American People have the recourse of the ballot for such miscreants.

Prevarication, Spin, Parsing? Or Plain Spoken Truth?

Here's candidate Hillary's story:

https://www.hillaryclinton.com/briefing/factsheets/2015/07/13/email-facts/

The complete FBI statement:

https://www.fbi.gov/news/pressrel/press-releases/statement-by-fbi-director-james-b.-comey-on-the-investigation-of-secretary-hillary-clintons-use-of-a-personal-e-mail-system



Friday, May 20, 2016

Appreciation of Gentle Heroes We Left Behind

This first appeared on the racing web site "Last Turn Clubhouse," then in a reprise on Peninsula Pen, the predecessor to this blog. I believe we've so overused and misused the work "hero" that we really no longer have any idea what a real hero is. I'm bringing it out again today because Specialist 4 Brian Tierney, about whom I wrote here,  was honored in a post today by the 1st Cavalry Division Association for his May 1968 sacrifice . 

Some time ago [this was written in 2007], I wrote something mildly critical of a young driver. “He thinks you don’t appreciate how hard it is to be a sports car driver,” I was told. I assume what was meant was “race car driver.” An old Porsche in the garage makes one a sports car driver.

Mostly, I like race car drivers and appreciate their skills. There are those who have earned that as drivers, and more importantly, as people. Like other athletes, some are very good. Some are not. Sometimes they do badly. Sometimes they rise to excellence. They are not beyond commentary on their worst – or best – days.

I was bothered by that response, though. It seemed somehow…wrong. It became a question: What is hard? What is to be appreciated?

I’ve stood on hallowed ground, at Gettysburg, Shiloh, Chickamauga, Antietam. At the Bloody Lane, on Little Round Top, in the Hornet’s Nest. What boys and young men did there is beyond words. In three days at Gettysburg, the two armies suffered nearly 8,000 killed and over 27,000 wounded. Shiloh, where 3,500 died over two days, was by the end of the war only the ninth most bloody battle. The night of the first day at Shiloh, "You could hear the screams of the injured. They screamed for water, God heard them, for the heavens opened and the rain fell."

From those places and others an unbroken road of gallantry and of tears has run through France (twice), the Pacific and Asia, to Korea (still), Vietnam, Iraq. My time on that road was nearly forty years ago. Some memories are – always will be – vivid.

Brian joined the platoon in December, and later he carried our radio. We shared a hooch of two ponchos, and wrapped up against the chill of the Southeast Asian nights in damp poncho liners. We waded through paddies and hacked through jungle. We were in Quang Tri for Tet, then the relief of Khe Sanh and into the A Shau Valley. Brian died in Quang Tri Province in May, thirty-nine years ago (2). He is memorialized on Panel 65E, Line 2, one of 58,256. He never saw his twentieth birthday.

Brian’s mother wrote, “Brian has been buried on a small hill top overlooking a peaceful valley. It is a secluded and restful place, and we are able to go up each evening and pray for his eternal rest.” (1)

Men and women, including some dear to me, continue along that unbroken road, in Korea, in Afghanistan, in Iraq and elsewhere on land, sea, and in the air around the globe. Unfortunately, gallantry and tears never leave us.

It was right – that thing I was told. I don’t much appreciate how hard it is to be a sports car – race car – driver. Nor any other athlete, football player or snowboarder. Especially on this Memorial Day. Today, I’ll take to heart, for my lost friend Brian and for others, these words penned at Dak To, Republic of Vietnam, January 1, 1970, by a young man soon to become one of “those gentle heroes.”

If you are able, save for them a place inside of you 
and save one backward glance when you are leaving
for the places they can no longer go.

Be not ashamed to say you loved them, 
though you may or may not have always. 
Take what they have taught you with their dying 
and keep it with your own.

And in that time when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane, take one moment
to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind.

Michael Davis O'Donnell
Panel 12W Line 40
KIA March 24, 1970

Notes: Memorial Day 2011

(1) I've since visited that "restful place."
(2) Now forty-three years.G

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

The Soldier Who Wrote His Own Obituary

I appreciate someone who says, "Thank you for your service." In so far as they understand what it is they thank me for they are undoubtedly sincere. However, there is in that phrase an implication of altruism that doesn't very well fit me or, as near as I could tell, anyone with whom I shared the brotherhood of combat. 

None of the words that follow are mine. Certainly, they describe a very special, even privileged, life. But they also, quite uniquely, express something I deeply believe: that one doesn't die for something, one lives for it. This sentence, even removed from the context below, immediately rang true: "I deny that I died FOR anything - not my country, not my Army, not my fellow man, 
none of these things. I LIVED for these things..."

Major John Alexander Hottell III graduated from West Point in 1964, tenth in a class of 564. He was a Rhodes scholar. In Vietnam he was twice awarded the Silver Star, the nation's third highest award for valor. He commanded Company B, 1st Battalion, 8th Cavalry, 1st Cavalry Division. He later became an aide to Major General George W. Casey, the division's commanding general. Both were killed in a helicopter crash near the Cambodian border on July 7, 1970.

A year prior to his death, at a time when his unit was in heavy combat, then Captain Hottell suggested that each soldier in his 8th Cavalry company write a letter telling his loved ones what they meant to him and that there was a real possibility he may not return. Whether all - or any - did we do not know. We do know, however, that Hottell wrote to his wife Linda, and in so doing he became The Soldier Who Wrote His Own Obituary:

I am writing my own obituary for several reasons, and I hope none of them are too trite. First, I would like to spare my friends, who may happen to read this, the usual clichés about being a good soldier. They were all kind enough to me, and I not enough to them. Second, I would not want to be a party to perpetuation of an image that is harmful and inaccurate: "glory" is the most meaningless of concerpts, and I feel that in some cases it is doubly damaging. And third, I am quite simply the last authority on my own death.

I loved the Army: it reared me, it nurtured me, and it gave me the most satisfying years of my life. Thanks to it I have lived an entire lifetime in 26 years. It is only fitting that I should die in its service. We all have but one death to spend, and insofar as it can have any meaning, it finds it in the service of comrades in arms.

And yet, I deny that I died FOR anything - not my country, not my Army, not my fellow man, none of these things. I LIVED for these things, and the manner in which I chose to do it involved the very real chance that I would die in the execution of my duties. I knew this, and accepted it, but my love for West Point and the Army was great enough -- and the promise that I would some day be able to serve all the ideals that meant anything to me through it was great enough - for me to accept this possibility as a part of a price which must be paid for all things of great value. If there is nothing worth dying for - in this sense - there is nothing worth living for.

The Army let me live in Japan, Germany and England with experiences in all of these places that others only dream about. I have skied the Alps, killed a scorpion in my tent [while] camping in Turkey, climbed Mount Fuji, visited the ruins of Athens, Ephesus and Rome, seen the town of Gordium where another Alexander challenged his destiny, gone to the opera in Munich, plays in the West End of London, seen the Oxford-Cambridge rugby match, gone for pub crawls through the Cotswolds, seen the night-life in Hamburg, danced to the Rolling Stones and earned a master's degree in a foreign university.

I have known what it is like to be married to a fine and wonderful woman and to love her beyond bearing with the sure knowledge that she loves me; I have commanded a company and been a father priest, income-tax adviser, confessor, and judge for 200 men at one time; I have played college football and rugby, won the British national diving championship two years in a row, boxed for Oxford against Cambridge only to be knocked out in the first round, and played handball to distraction - and all of these sports I loved, I learned at West Point. They gave me hours of intense happiness.

I have been an exchange student at the German Military Academy, and gone to the German Jumpmaster school. I have made thirty parachute jumps from everything from a balloon in England to a jet at Fort Bragg. I have written an article that was published in Army magazine, and I have studied philosophy.

I have experienced all these things because I was in the Army and because I was an Army brat. The Army is my life, it is such a part of what I was that what happened is the logical outcome of the life I loved. I never knew what it is to fail, I never knew what it is to be too old or too tired to do anything. I lived a full life in the Army, and it has exacted the price. It is only just."

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Fort Ord Cop

I exchanged emails the other day with an old friend who gave me some thoughts on my book project, and told me he’d completed a memoir, written primarily for his children. A good idea, and one that undoubtedly belongs on my bucket list. It occurred to me that this much disused blog might be a vehicle to start building the story; write things as they come to me - not necessarily in chronological order - then when I’m ready at least some of the text will be written.

Here is a  photo that turned up the other day, reminding me of my rather odd military experience in just five years of active duty service and eight of Army Reserve and National Guard. I served in five Army branches, four of them Combat Arms.

This photo was taken of one of those assignments, at Fort Ord, California in September 1966.

I had just completed Advanced Individual Training (AIT), Infantry, and was “held over” pending my Officer Candidate School start date at Fort Benning, Georgia.

They had to do something with me, and this was it: the 293rd Military Police Company.

Some of the time was spend on gate guard. On the minor gates, alone in little houses we called "guardshacks," usually in the middle of the night. Better times were spent on patrol looking for officers  (cars with blue post registration stickers) committing traffic violations. There was always a more experienced (and actually trained) Military Policeman driving the car. What we did - or didn't do - was up to him. Shift inspection. Bailing out the barracks window to avoid hunting for escaped prisoners (a pretty regular occurrence, given the stockade guards weren't going to shoot anyone and the inmates out on work parties knew it). A weekend in Carmel. All stories from that long-ago month, some of which I’ve told, all of which I’ll record in due course.

So, I served in MOS (Military Occupational Specialty) 31B. Emphasis on “served,” since I wasn’t trained, didn’t earn, and certainly wasn’t competent as an “MP.”

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Bloody Bong Son: The Battle of Tam Quan

Chapter 1 
6 December 1967

          December on the central coast of the Republic of Vietnam is not the wettest nor is it the coolest month, but it’s close to being both. December humidity is a bit more than the normal eighty percent, and half the days of the month will be mostly rain, over eight inches during the month soaking the American, Korean, and Vietnamese soldiers to whom, like soldiers everywhere, it’s just “the way it is,” not often requiring comment or complaint.

          Bong Son is a town that sits astride Song Gia Long (River Gia Long) near its mouth on the South China Sea, where it is crossed by QL1, National Highway 1, which runs from the Mekong Delta to -- at one time, and now again -- Hanoi in the north. The plain that stretches back from the beaches in this area is called the Bong Son Plain, or just Bong Son. For the Americans, the river has also taken on that name, so that to soldiers of the 1st Cavalry Division, whose 1st Brigade is responsible for this area in 1967 as its second year in Vietnam draws to a close, “Bong Son” is a plain, a river, and a town. Bong Son is most of all a place the enemy has controlled for decades, coming from his bases in the thickly forested ridges, deep river valleys, and mountains into which this plain rises to the west. This is the “rice bowl” for the North Vietnamese Army’s 3rd “Sao Vang” (Gold Star) Division, and with allied local force Viet Cong units, the enemy is determined that it remain in his control.

          Beyond, adjoining the border with Cambodia, lie the Central Highlands, to which the Cavalry was first committed in 1965 and fought the already famous battles in the Ia Drang Valley before turning the mountains of Kontum Province around the city of Plieku over to the 4th Infantry Division the following year. The Cav had built its Division base at An Khe, about halfway between Laos and and the sea, so was able to easily deploy its highly mobile brigades across the breadth of the country and the length of the II Corps Tactical Zone, stretching from Binh Dinh Province in the north to the city of Phan Thiet in the south, and as history later established, much further than that. The Division wasn’t responsible for all that, but the world’s first airmobile division could relatively quickly be sent off in a new direction and to a new mission. So, in 1966, the Cav faced east, back toward the coast, penetrating the An Lao, Sui Ca, and Kim Son valleys that were the bases of the NVA’s 3rd “Sao Vang” Division(1), then conducting cordon and search(2) operations, raids, and search and destroy(3) sweeps, on the coastal plain to deny its use as the enemy’s “rice bowl.” Throughout 1966 and 1967, the NVA’s 22nd Regiment, which along with the 18th NVA and the 2nd Vietcong Main Force Regiment, made up the 3rd Division, was a principal adversary of the American Division and its Korean and Vietnamese allies. In January, 1966, the Cav’s 3rd Brigade fought a major battle with the 22nd at Cu Nghi, a few miles northwest of Bong Son. The 22nd attacked and overran LZ Bird(4) in the Kim Son Valley(5) at Christmas of the same year, and in July of 1967, the 22nd and the Cav’s 1st Brigade clashed near Tam Quan west of LZ Tom, base of the Army of the Republic of Vietnam’s (ARVN) 22nd Division.

          So it was no surprise, then, that the early morning of December 6, 1967 was shrouded in fog, and that the Cav’s 1st Brigade was out looking for the 22nd Regiment of the People’s Army of Vietnam (PAVN). Morning fog occasionally obscured the plain and the low ridges that rose to the west of it. Bong Son’s checkerboard of rice paddies are mostly flooded in December, bounded by dikes rising 1-3 feet above the paddy floor. Sometimes, particularly near villages, and where paddies had for some time lain fallow, these dikes would be topped by thick hedge-like foliage, and always there were the “islands” among the paddies where villages dotted the otherwise flat expanse of the plain, recalling the bocage(6) of Normandy. And like the bocage, this maze-like terrain lent itself to fortification by a defender and was hellishly difficult and confusing for attacking infantry.

          The 1st Cavalry’s Bong Son Area of Operations (AO), was held down by the 1st Brigade, minus the 1st Battalion, 12th Cavalry(7), which had been sent back into the Central Highlands on October 8th to reinforce the 173rd Airborne Brigade(8) and elements of the 4th Division responding to an enemy threat to the Dak To Special Forces Camp(9). Intelligence believed that the NVA had withdrawn units from the area around Pleiku, increasing its forces in western Kontum Province to division strength. Enemy forces were believed to include the 1st Division (PAVN), along with assigned or attached 66th, 32nd, 24th, and 174th Infantry Regiments, and the 40th Artillery Regiment of the North Vietnamese Army. The 2nd Battalion, 8th Cavalry had also been at the time transferred to the operational control (OPCON) of the 4th Infantry Division but had since returned to Bong Son and control of the Cav’s 1st Brigade. In the absence of those battalions, 1st Brigade Commander Donald V. (Snapper) Rattan(10) had the 1st Battalion, 50th Infantry(11) (Mechanized), and had developed over the summer and fall a good working relationship with Brigadier General Nguyễn Văn Hiếu, Commander of the ARVN’s 22nd Division(12), with which the Cav shared the Bong Son AO.

          The 1st of the 50th had only arrived in Vietnam that September, but was already an important part of the 1st Cavalry Division’s operations in Binh Dinh Provence. Major General John Tolson(13) commanded the division in 1967 and 68. “When I received the 1st Battalion, 50th Mechanized Infantry, I decided not to treat this battalion as an orphan child to be held in reserve for some particular contingency, but rather to totally integrate it into the 1st Cavalry Division and to train its troops completely in airmobile tactics,” he said. “We rounded out the battalion with a fourth rifle company from headquarters and supply units and placed their armored personnel carriers at a central position near landing zone UPLIFT. The companies would go out on airmobile operations just as other companies of the Division and if a mission appeared that needed a mechanized unit, we extracted the troops to landing zone UPLIFT and deployed them in their primary role. The 1st Battalion, 50th Mechanized Infantry proved to be a very valuable asset and, when we had lost our attached tanks (Company A, 1st Battalion, 69th Armor)(14) to their parent organization, we often employed the Armored Personnel Carriers with their .50 caliber guns in tank-like formations. In using the mechanized battalion in this manner, we felt we enjoyed the best of both worlds. We had the additional troops which were completely trained in air assault tactics and we had the mechanized capability when the terrain and situation demanded.(15)

          PFC Mike Price woke up the morning of the 6th at Camp Radcliff(16), the Division’s big base near An Khe in the eastern Central Highlands. Price had arrived in Vietnam on November 20, and after in-processing and training at The First Team Academy(17), been assigned to B Company, 1st Battalion, 8th Cavalry(18). The 1/8th like all 1st Cavalry battalions, kept an administrative area at Camp Radcliffe, while its tactical headquarters was on a firebase in its combat area of operations. In December of 1967, Lieutenant Colonel Christian Dubia’s(19) 1/8th Cavalry Battalion Tactical Operations Center (TOC)(20) was on LZ English(21), also the forward home of Colonel Rattan’s 1st Brigade. B Company was scheduled to return to English for a 24-hour stand down(22) that afternoon, and that presented an easy opportunity for Price and other replacements to join the company. “Arrived on English midday,” remembered Price, “sat around most of the day. Sat around the S4 (battalion supply)(23) area, there were a couple of trash cans, with cold beer and soda there, it sure looked inviting, I didn’t touch it. (I was) Definitely an FNG(24). I remember some guy, I assumed at the time it was the S4 sergeant, which nickname was Pineapple, I think it was him, but I asked the guy, hey, how do I get one of those sodas or something. And he told me, ‘You ain’t earned it yet.’ Ok, that’s it, so sat around for most of the afternoon, (before the) company came in.”

          Across Highway 1, A Troop, 1st Squadron, 9th Cavalry(25), on LZ Dog(26), the brigade’s reconnaissance arm cranked up its helicopters as soon as the fog burned off enough to allow its H-13’s(27) to see anything. Then the little observation helicopters were off to find the enemy, and if successful to initiate the airmobile division’s highly successful “pile on” tactics. In classic military terms, the Squadron’s light observation helicopters (a White Team) would find the enemy, then develop the situation by inserting its organic infantry platoon (the Blue Team), supported by A Troop’s gunships (a Red Team). If the Blues had a bigger fish on the line than they could handle alone, one of the division’s airmobile infantry battalions would “fix” him in place by quickly flying a company into the fight. How much more “piling on” there would be depended on how big the fish was believed to be.

The Troops Blue team didn’t have to depend on the Cav’s aviation battalions for its air transportation (“lift”) capability, since it had its own Bell UH1D “Iroquois” helicopters(28). Known as “Slicks” when referring to the configuration that lifted infantry into battle, or “Hueys” when referring to the UH-1 in general, regardless of purpose.

          Warrant Officer Jack Fischer, who served in A Troop in 1967 as both a gunship (also a UH-1 until the Cobra was introduced in 1968) and lift pilot, describes a typical day of combat assaults with A Troop, “I had been assigned to Alpha Troop, 1/9th Cav, and they hadn’t been back at base camp (Camp Radcliff at An Khe), since September 1966. I knew that the troop was a recon unit that was supposed to fly around and find the VC. They either took care of them themselves, or called on the Air Force if the enemy units were too big to handle.” (Actually, there were others they “called on,” including the Cav’s artillery, and airmobile infantry battalions.) "The troop’s missions were called search and destroy. If nothing else, this year was going to be different.

          “I was assigned to the lift platoon known as the “Headhunters” and began flying as a copilot on 20 March. One of my first flights was along the coast of the South China Sea. I was impressed by the beauty of the blue sea, the white sand and all the tiny sampans sailing in the ocean.

          “We spent the days flying out of LZ Dog. We would take the infantry team out into the boonies, set down at Dog, and wait to go back out and get them. Then we would take them somewhere else or bring them home. While we waited, there might be other missions, like administrative flights to other bases, or going out and picking up VC suspects the Blues had captured.

          “We would leave Dog and fly the helicopters to a different place many nights to disperse them in case the enemy attacked or mortared Dog. Most [of those] nights I ended up sleeping in the helicopter after we had set down somewhere. It was better than sleeping on the ground. We never seemed to get enough sleep. We often started flying early and ended the day late. At night there were alerts or additional responsibilities to keep you awake when you should have been sleeping.

          "On 6 December, 1967, I received a call from the Red Cross that my son had been born on 2 December. I told a friend if anything happened to me that day to please tell my wife know that I had received her letter, and how proud I was to be a father.

          "A short time later, our troop commander was flying up on the Bong Son plains, about four miles north of Dog, when the door gunner spotted a radio wire, running down from a palm tree into a well-constructed bunker. Shortly thereafter, he began to get shot at by automatic weapons."(29)

          A Troop had been given a mission to check out a suspected source of enemy radio traffic from the Radio Research Unit (RRU)(30) attached to the brigade. The location by triangulation of the source radio transmissions was developed in World War II, and used with limited success by the Allies to locate German U Boats in the North Atlantic, and by the Gestapo(31) in occupied Europe to track down spies from their radio reports to commanders in England. Now, in Vietnam, the allies were using the same techniques to find the enemy, whose larger units (often regiments, and only occasionally battalions) communicated via radio.

          Just as in WWII, radio location was anything but precise. As Major Gordon Stone, Commander of A Troop(32), describes it, “This battle that started on the 6th of December, and the reason we were in that area is we had what they called as “radio intercepts.” Some guy back at Division was playing with intercepting on the radio and sometimes we’d get missions to go out and just search around. Most of them wouldn’t turn up much of anything. This one didn’t turn up anything, although they took a lot of credit for it, because it put scouts into an area, probably 4-5 kilometers away from where the actual stuff was.”

          That afternoon Major Stone was returning from another mission when he joined his White Team, 1/9th Scouts that were working in the vicinity of Dia Dong, just east of Highway 1 a few kilometers south of LZ Tom. “What got me into the area was, I had been further south doing something and I was coming back up and I heard the scouts working and I always liked to sorta look over the shoulder of everybody, but stay out of their way best as I can.”

          Major Stone meant what he said about “staying out of their way,” but he liked what he was doing, at least best you can in hot combat, “I’m also a scout by nature. I fly down at tree top, whatever it takes to go in as a single ship, not as a couple of ships. We try to keep two ships teams so they can support each other, (but as a single ship) I always had the option of picking up and leaving.” (An option a commander with widely dispersed resources and commitments, like the commander of A Troop, has to have.)

          With Major Stone in A Troop’s gunship(33) C&C (Command and Control Helicopter) that day was his usual crew. His pilot (Stone flew as Aircraft Commander (AC), of course), Warrant Officer Michael Bond, his enlisted helicopter crew chief flew as the left door gunner, and Lt. Al Tyree, served as right side door gunner and also the Artillery Forward Observer. “Better to be a door gunner than have him just sit there,” reasoned Stone, “because I didn’t need the extra weight; I had four loads of rockets and the mini guns and all that kind of stuff. We dropped that guy out (the right side door gunner) and just used Al as a forward observer and as a door gunner. He was a very, very good door gunner. He could flat take out something with a machine gun in a heartbeat.

          "I had an excellent crew that was good at what they did. And Al was very good at getting artillery…
‘Al, get me some artillery in there!’ I’d say on the intercom.
‘Let me kill this guy!’ back from Al.
‘Get me some damn artillery in there!’ I’d yell, with all the authority I could muster as the Troop Commander and a Major in the United States Army.
“We’d go on and on like that, and end up getting artillery.”

          Around 1530, while Major Stone was loitering “on the outer fringe, we were headed around the edge” of the area his scouts were working, B Company, 1st of the 8th was moving toward a pick-up zone (PZ) to be lifted into LZ English from hard days in the Bong Son AO. The company’s 2nd , 3rd and 4th platoons were in the air from BS 852092 near My Binh (2), 9 kilometers northwest of LZ English on two hooks(34) at 1612, followed by the 1st platoon and the company command group (CP, or Command Post), at 1615; the Company competed its transfer to English at 162234. A company on stand down wasn’t normally assigned other duties, so the guys were expecting to get a shower, clean clothes, a movie (outdoors, a kind of drive-in without cars), and a good night’s sleep. Perhaps some would sneak outside the base to take advantage of the thriving entertainment village that sprang up near all of these major U.S. Installations. Bars, girls, and rock music. Since no one could reasonably expect such enticements to be ignored by young men, still in or just out of their teens in a foreign land and just released from days and nights of the stress of combat, the Cavalry Division not only looked the other way, but policed these nearby environs.

          Captain Tom Brett(35), commander of private Price’s company, remembers, “We had been in the boonies for our 4 or 5 day normal stint and we were coming in for one night on English, where the headquarters of 1/8 was. We probably got in at about 1600, the thing was, when we got on the firebase, the guys would go take a shower, they’d go to the mess hall and eat, some of them would allegedly go out (looking for other ‘entertainment’). And so forth.”

          Regardless of being relieved of certain mundane duties, a company on stand down was usually designated as the Brigade’s Ready Reaction Force (RRF)(36), and one of its platoons as the Quick Reaction Force (QRF)36. The Battalion’s Daily Staff Journal notes at 1635:

“Bde: Info 1/9 Blues @ 897071 were inserted into 40th ARVN AO 1 of the CA birds received 1rd [round] the element was then put on grad [ground] it came under heavy SA’s [small arms] fire & grenades.” The entry continues, “B Co has been informed to be (16 QRF) on a stand-by basis for RRF.”(37)

          While Brett’s B Company was headed for the showers, Major Stone and his scouts were flying at tree-top level, poking around, looking for trouble. Stone continues, “So anyway, we were checking on that area where the scouts were, and I showed up to sort of provide overwatch and advisory. We were flying on the north edge of their search area, and that’s when , Al (Lieutenant Al Tyree) my right side door gunner (and FO) said,

          ‘Come right! I’ve got an antenna!’ And I swung right, and there was a long wire antenna, a wire tied off to insulators or something and attached up high; then in the middle of it is another wire that comes down and leads--in this case--to a bunker.

          "Everybody says ‘hut (or ‘hooch’), but most of the time it was in a bunker. There were very few huts in that area, because it actually had been abandoned. In fact that day the Province Chief and his American adviser were up high out in that area, and we of course made that contact, I called him. And they said, ‘this area has been abandoned, there are no friendlies in there whatsoever’. That’s what got it started.”

          “We came around to investigate,” said Stone’s Pilot, Michael Bond, “and when Al dropped a hand grenade to recon by fire the hooch, we began receiving intense fire from the ground. We immediately returned fire and broke contact while climbing up from tree-top level. While Tyre called in an artillery fire mission, Maj. Stone called for our Blue platoon to be airlifted in to check out the contact.” Bond puts the time of Lt. Tyre’s sighting at about 1430, it appears it was more likely shortly after 1600 (4 PM). It appears that Maj. Stone’s gunship was the first to be fired on in the Battle of Tam Quan, at 1608 on 6 December, 1967(38)

          Only a regiment or battalion would likely deploy an antenna of that kind, but as powerful as the 1st Cav was, you still couldn’t go chasing everything with overwhelming force, so it wasn’t time to turn this over to an infantry battalion. Major Stone’s A Troop would develop this further, and if there was enough there to “pile on,” then he’d “call in the cavalry.” Of course, he was already the cavalry, so more cavalry.

          With an antenna, fire coming up at him from a bunker on the ground, and Lieutenant Tyre working up his call for artillery fire, Major Stone called for his own infantry platoon to check it out, which was in any case the next page in the Air Cavalry Troops tactical book.

End of excerpt; Chapter 1 to be continued; chapter end notes (not included here) numbered in parentheses and italic, to be superscript in final text.

The Battle of Tam Quan Project

What is it? 
My objective is to write a history of the Battle of Tam Quan, December 6-20, 1967. I need to tell the story – as accurately and completely as possible – of each unit that participated: 1st Battalion 50th Infantry; 1st and 2nd Battalions, 8th Cavalry; 1st Squadron, 9th Cavalry; 1st Battalion, 12th Cavalry; 227th Aviation; 2nd Battalion, 19th Artillery, and others.
Who am I?
Tom Kjos. At Tam Quan, an FNG 2nd Lieutenant in D Company, 1st Battalion, 12th Cavalry. Later commanded a company in the 1st Battalion, 506th Infantry, 101st Airborne Division.
9817 W Mockingbird Dr., Sun City, AZ 85373; tomwkjos03@gmail.com; 480.352.2583
Why do I need your help?
We all know that the Vietnam War was a “small unit” war. Regardless of the battle, it was fought by small units in individual, and relatively (to other wars) independent actions. We were alone, one (usually), two or three (rarely) companies, engaging whatever we found. A history of a division, a corps, or an army doesn’t contribute much to understanding Vietnam. The real history is the sum of what each of you remembers, the stories of the privates, sergeants, lieutenants, and captains who served in Bong Son over those two weeks in December 1967.
What help do I need from you?
To interview you, alone or in a group of your fellow veterans. I’ll record and use the interviews, not necessarily in their entirety, when helpful to the narrative. Photos taken in Bong Son at any time, and especially during the battle are wanted.
How will this book be published?
By an established book publisher if possible; by me if necessary. Either way it will be published.
What has been done so far?
With the help of Jim Sheppard, Historian of the 1st Battalion, 50th Infantry (Mechanized), I’ve located many important documents, including Battalion S3 Daily Journals, at the National Archives in College Park, Maryland. Interviews at the 1st Cavalry Division reunion in Portland and Chicago, at a reunion of 1/50th Infantry at Fort Benning, GA, at the 12th Cavalry reunions in Branson, MO, the 1st Battalion, 8th Cavalry reunion in Phoenix. AZ, and at the reunion of D Company, 1st Bn., 12th Cavalry. There have been other interviews, and written descriptions from a score of veterans.
What is still required?
Continuing interviews and research, including meeting with anyone interested at the Las Vegas 1st Cavalry Association reunion in June, 2016.