W3 Company - Service Stories

Milo & Mates - Bruce Young

In total eleven Australian tracker dogs were deployed to Vietnam.  Two dogs were routinely assigned to each of the Australian battalions based at the Task Force base at Nui Dat.  A typical tracker team consisted of two dogs with handlers, two visual trackers, a machine-gunner and a radio operator [see picture].  The team operated on standby from Nui Dat, usually deployed by helicopter after a contact to follow up enemy trails or to locate suspected enemy positions.  Once deployed, the dog would be put to a scent & start the track, usually at speed, until he would stop with nose or paw extended in a ‘point’ toward the suspected hideout.  The tracker and dog would then fall back while the rest of the section swept the area, often locating wounded enemy or recently occupied positions.

The deployment of tracker dogs in Vietnam was a success with the dogs considered highly competent at combat tasks.  As well as locating enemy personnel & their support systems, the dogs were also thought to have on occasions saved the lives of their human companions.  Dog handler Peter Haran is quoted about his dog: Caesar … could see, smell and hear Charlie long before we walked into a firefight. He knew where the mines were, where the trip wires were strung, and he could cover ground chasing the enemy at speeds which literally took your breath away. 

Milo & Trojan were assigned to the three ANZAC battalions 6, 2 & 4 RAR/NZ ANZAC between 1968 & 1971, the dogs required to do a 3-year tour before being rested.  Milo began his working life as a war dog at 10 months of age & knew no other way of life.  He was very photogenic & friendly [with many photos - see links below]. 

But why the interest in tracker dogs, since W3 Coy worked operationally with the tracker dogs on perhaps only one occasion in their tour.   Unfortunately that occasion ended tragically & the dog, in many veterans minds, contributed to the accident.  Milo was the dog present on 10 October 1970 when 3Pl had a fatal 'blue on blue' encounter. While with the platoon Milo had 'pointed' to several locations which required 3Pl to spend time & effort to sweep through & check.  Platoon members believe that the tension caused by these sweeps contributed to the accident, with the death of Pte Cooper & the wounding of three other colleagues.  [The 10 October 1970 accident has been researched in detail, see this article]. 

But is it fair to blame a tracker dog when things go wrong..?  [The review found that the dog was not tracking & was located behind the sweep section when the accident happened].  The dog did not point a weapon.  The dog did not give a fire order.  The dog just did its job.  It was surely better for the dog to fail in a positive way [warn of VC] than to fail in a negative way [miss real VC, as happened to 8Pl C Coy on 8 October 1970].  This may not be a popular statement but these animals surely deserve the same courtesy & care of memory expected by other veterans.    Agree..?   'I Was There' - add a comment

Australia’s Vietnam war dogs never returned home, quarantine costs over a serious parasite problem which caused massive bleeding cited as the reason.  After the matter was raised in the Australian Parliament, the Australian Army decided in 1968 that at the end of their working lives the dogs would be kept by the battalion as a reserve, then given as pets to European or Australian families resident in Saigon. Only as a last resort, would they be destroyed. None of the 11 dogs who served in Vietnam was put down, with homes being found for the ten who survived. (Cassius died of heat exhaustion).  Milo, in Vietnam since 1968 & serving with 4RAR/NZ ANZAC at the time of retirement in 1971, was handed over to Mr J. R. Cochrane, the assistant manager of the Chartered Bank in Saigon. 

http://www.anzacday.org.au/history/vietnam/dogs.html
http://www.diggerhistory.info/pages-asstd/dogs_of_war.htm
http://members.tripod.com/~aussietrackers/photoalbum.html

It may have been on Op Matilda when the mortar section was travelling in armoured mortar carriers ['tracks'] at the back of a large armoured column.  I was driving the very last AMC in the column and due to my inexperience as an APC driver was travelling too slow meaning we kept losing sight of the remainder of the vehicles.  To get more speed the APC commander told me to follow some vehicle tracks which formed a very dusty road.  Ross Cherry's mortar crew [detachment] were riding on top of the hull with Ross perched on the back left corner, asleep.  After travelling a short distance along the dusty road both the commander and I realised that we risked hitting a buried mine and the commander urgently ordered me to 'get off the road onto the verge'.  I pulled the left steering column back hard and the AMC slew to the left at speed.  It also bounced off a small rise which kicked the rear of the vehicle upwards, throwing the sleeping Lcpl Cherry into the air.  While he was airborne the vehicle pulled left out from under him leaving Ross to thud still asleep onto the track.

I heard a commotion coming from the back of the vehicle, laughing and yelling, with Ross's crew urging me to go faster [which I did].  Finally the crew commander told me to stop and I climbed out to look backwards at what was causing the commotion.  Some distance behind a very worried detachment commander was frantically waving for the vehicle to stop while chasing it on tiptoes and in great leaps along the track.  Ross was totally disoriented, having woken suddenly lying in the dust on the track in the middle of bandit country with his ride travelling at speed away from him.  He was trying to catch up but really believed his crew when they kept saying he was in a minefield, hence the tiptoeing and the jumping.  His crew were enjoying themselves immensely, pointing out where imaginary mines were and offering other 'helpful' suggestions.   Ross finally pulled himself back up onto the track but this time in the middle behind the MG.  He was so grateful to still have his legs attached he forgot to get back at his tormentors but word was he didn't doze on the back again.

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The Long Son Boating Incident - [Admiral] Bob Upton

The Company had been on Long Son Island for a period of time protecting some Australian Engineers who were constructing a water pipeline to the main village.  In about mid May 1970, the Company less 2 Platoon was redeployed from the island. The remaining platoon had in location a section of W Company mortars.  We established a Fire Support Position that we named RHONDA after Neville Howell’s wife (was it a coincidence that my wife happened to have the same name???)

Every day we deployed a section plus to look after the Engineers on the pipeline task and did a little bit of local area patrolling with the rest.  One day without any warning a helicopter landed at RHONDA and out got the Task Force Commander.  He berated me about the amount of VC activity that was going on in the swamp areas around the island.  This was news to me but being an inexperienced junior officer I replied “Yes sir”.  He told me to get the Engineers to organise some boats and for us to get out there and find the ‘bastards’.

The next day two engineer bridging pontoons with an outboard motor fitted arrived, each crewed by two Australian engineers, to transport us on this mission.  Neither pontoon had a ‘splash board’ fitted to the rather blunt and very low bow [required for operating as a boat rather than a pontoon] and no life jackets were available.  After about 10 minutes of ‘orientation training’ we set off on the task.  About six of the Platoon were in each boat but we only had one 77 radio set between the two boats.

We boated down the main waterways through the mangrove swamps looking out for the enemy hordes.  What the hell we would have done if we had come under heavy fire I don’t know.  While checking out small inlets we found some equipment - in hindsight probably ‘deserted’ local fishing gear.  What initially started out to be something different soon became very boring.

As I remember it, after lunch we did locate a local acting in a suspicious manner and with no ID.  I told the other boat to take the ‘suspect’ back to the police station in Long Son Village and then return.  We carried on searching the water ways and inlets.  Just as we entered a large inlet we observed a motorised junk.  They saw us at the same moment and accelerated towards us throwing up a large bow wave.  For some unknown reason, the young Engineer driving our boat throttled back on the engine causing the nose of our boat to drop just as the junks bow wave hit us.

In a second our boat was upside down and we were all in the water.  Personally I remember sinking down under the weight of my webbing etc.  I let my webbing and M16 go but I still could not swim back up.  I then realised that the fishing net we had found earlier was caught in the metal clips on my boots and as the net sunk further I was being pulled down.  Everything started going a lovely peaceful blue colour and I clearly remember thinking I am going to drown.  I told myself “Infantry officers don’t die on active service by drowning, they get shot”.  Somehow I managed to release the net from the boot clips and swam for the surface but every time I tried to surface the upturned boat floated over the top of me.  Fortunately there was an ‘air gap’ between the water surface and bottom of the boat. This allowed me to resupply the lungs with air before I again tried to get out from under the boat.  After what seemed hours I managed to surface.  Much to my delight I quickly ascertained we were all safe.  It was at this point that I learnt to my dismay that a couple of the group were poor swimmers.  However, we did have the upturned boat to hang onto.  To complicate matters we were caught in a tide that was rushing out towards the open sea.  We had lost all our weapons, most had removed their boots and the 77 radio set was at the bottom of the sea.  As we struggled against the tide to reach land we saw dozens of helicopters flying to and from Vung Tau.  We had some smoke grenades so we ignited them on the floating boat bottom hoping the smoke would be seen by one of the helicopters.  How the hell not one of them saw the smoke I will never know.  After about an hour in the water we finally reached land – what a great relief that was.

Once on land we turned the boat over but could not re-start the outboard motor.  Shortly after the other boat returned and they towed us back.  Walking up the track from the water edge to RHONDA without boots and weapons felt very strange.  I remember thinking about those photos we had seen of American POWs minus their weapons and footwear being escorted by the NVA to the prison camps in North Vietnam.

The next morning we were flown back to Nui Dat to be re-equipped.  I had to go and see the Battalion 2IC, Major Roy Taylor.  He was very good about the whole episode and just pleased that we had lost no one.  I was just about to leave Roy Taylor’s tent when the CO (John Church) appeared on the scene.

He went ‘ballistic’ and told me how incompetent I was.  Roy Taylor managed to appease him and off he stalked.  I then learnt that Church was simply upset because the 77 set we had lost was actually an Australian set on loan to us.  I can only surmise that Church was more concerned about equipment being lost than the lives of his soldiers.  Later that day, with new weapons, boots and personal equipment we rejoined the platoon on Long Son Island.  Perhaps not surprisingly we were never tasked again to do boat patrols around the island.

PS: Some of you may remember that the day before we left Vietnam a helicopter carrying Church on a recon was shot down in the vicinity of Long Son Island – poetic justice I say.

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During one mission, under the command of Lt Bobby Upton, we were tasked to monitor local fishing vessels in the area and check them out for weapons and VC personnel.  Befitting "McHale's Navy," there we were resplendent in our newly acquired Australian military issue, flat-bottomed assault craft.  The Aussies didn't trust us with their equipment, because they knew they would never see it again, so our "man o' war" came complete with a scruffy, conscripted Aussie boat handler.  To our peril, we were about to find out that this "Ocker" was definitely not a member of the famous Bondi Surf Patrol rescue squadron.  Befitting of his officer status, Bob, and his signaller sat near the coxswain.  Ngatoko Kupe, the ambassador of Te Kuiti cradled the M60, Les Ngawhare and I made up the Taranaki contingent and, finally, Scrubber Ryalls signed on as "cabin boy."  The patrol consisted of several one other craft, and without much planning we started our voyage to hell.  Throughout the day, we stopped and hassled a few of the numerous sampans and junks.  The novelty wore off pretty quick and most of us got sick of the pounding boat ride and the incompetent Aussie boat handler.  We finally stopped a suspicious vessel and its owner, and after securing it to our craft began towing the vessel back to the mainland.  Our coxswain must have been from Tasmania, (they are rumoured to have only one branch on their family tree) because when it became obvious that our other friendlies were out of sight he decided to find the other craft as fast as possible.  He obviously forgot that we were towing another vessel, and before long it had swung completely out of control.  Panicking big time, the Aussie closed the throttle and stalled the boat.  The resulting backwave swamped our flat bottomed Assault Craft and we began to go under.  Les and I ripped the weighty M60 link from around Kupe's neck and chest as the boat capsized.  Scrubber, Ngatoko, Les, Neville the Sig, Crocodile Dundee from Tasmania, and I were able to grab hold of the gunnels, which were well below the surface of the South China Sea.  Considering that we were a mile off a hostile shore and the area was now suddenly void of any fishing craft or friendly vessels, we had good reason to be concerned.  On top of this small aquatic problem we had lost all our weapons, radio, and, upon further inspection, our platoon commander.  We all knew Bobby couldn't swim worth a damn, but right now we were trying to keep our own heads above water and anxiously scanning the empty ocean.  Not a word was said about our missing platoon commander, and, besides, he was a big man and knew the score.  In this case, it was women, children, and private soldiers first, then it was every man for himself.  Eventually, he finally broke the surface, and with lots of thrashing, gagging, and sputtering was able to link up with the team again.   Thirty years later, the details of Bobby's deep-sea dive were finally revealed.  When the craft flipped over, Bobby went gracefully with it and made an Olympic class clean entry into the briny deep.  A large and solidly built individual, any buoyancy that he may have possessed was completely nullified by his impromptu swimming attire of combat webbing, clothing, and boots.  If it had occurred to us to take bets, the odds on him resurfacing were only fifty-fifty in my humble estimate.  To further complicate his matter of survival, not only were his feet entangled in loose fishing rope and old netting, but directly above him the two craft were wedged together and secured from moving apart by the taut tow rope.  No thanks to us, he miraculously managed to find his way to the surface and live.  Later Bobby further related that he almost gave up and stopped struggling.  However, it occurred to him that he was not going to become the first Kiwi to go down with his ship in Vietnam, and that embarrassing scenario spurred him on to rip free and claw his way towards daylight.  Knowing Bobby as I do, once he unleashed his size and strength, the Aussie boat handler was lucky he went around the craft rather than torpedoing his way through it.

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CASEVAC Demo - Bruce Young

This article is written with respect for the helicopter pilots & crews who flew the dedicated casualty evacuation [CASEVAC] helicopters in support of any grunts injured on the ground.  While any helicopter could generally evacuate injured soldiers, at times the circumstances were so difficult that the services of a specially equipped medical helicopter [known as DUSTOFF] were required. The article is based on my recollections & further detail is invited.

On 29 May 1970 John Gurnick tripped a booby trap & was seriously wounded by a grenade.  The site was in tall timber under a rock face above a VC camp with no clearings nearby so extraction would need to be by helicopter winch.  3Pl called for a CASEVAC & an Australian helicopter working in the area was diverted for the task.  The helicopter was not fitted with a winch so a second [Australian] helicopter with winch was tasked.  The second helicopter pilot declined to use the winch as it would have required a lengthy hover above the scene and rumour at the time said the pilot was worried the area was 'hot' [meaning the VC might be in range], although lack of fuel might also have been a factor.  He apparently wanted Gurnick moved to a clearing but this was impracticable under the circumstances so he was waved away and a third helicopter requested.  This helicopter was a US DUSTOFF model based at Nui Dat & on arrival it dropped a jungle penetrator [in appearance a giant bomb with foldout fins for casualties to sit on] & Gurnick and Kennedy were pulled out of the trees & into the helicopter.  3Pl HQ asked the pilot which medical facility Gurnick would be taken to, to be told that he had died in the helicopter.

Both the death of Gurnick & the poor response by the Australian helicopter pilots impacted badly on W3 morale & there were mutterings about gutless helicopter crews etc.  To offset this someone arranged for the company to attend a DUSTOFF demonstration at Eagle Farm LZ once we had returned to Nui Dat in mid-June.

I remember we assembled on the side of the pad & waited for something to happen.  Without warning a US DUSTOFF UH1 helicopter flew over the trees & slammed down on the pad in front of us.  While the rotors were still turning the pilot leapt out & strode over to where we were gathered.  He introduced himself & said he had heard we were worried about CASEVAC.  We had a brief bitch session & then the pilot took over.  He stated he was on temporary duty in III Corps from I Corps near the DMZ, because he had been in SVN seven months & had already been shot down & crashed twice while doing DUSTOFF.  He was on his 3rd loadmaster [who worked the winch] because the others had been killed or wounded.  He showed us the .38 pistol he carried for self protection AFTER he crashes, & the body armour [he called it 'chicken vest'] with SARBE locator beacon strapped to it which allowed him to talk to any rescue helicopters.  As the DUSTOFF helicopters wore the Red Cross symbol they were required to be unarmed but did have helicopter gunship support.  I remember he stated the gun ships were only useful after he started taking incoming [when they would have a target for suppressive fire] and after he crashed. 

Answering questions, he said he would always CASEVAC from a hot site but wanted to be told by the ground forces the safest direction to approach from.  He swore to us that DUSTOFF came in under any conditions if the guys on the ground needed the support.  We believed him - he was a pretty impressive guy..!

The crew then showed us the winch equipment & did an actual airborne CASEVAC demonstration.  My recollection is that Danny Campbell was the stooge strapped into the semi-rigid stretcher & winched onto the helicopter but I could be wrong.  I volunteered to be the passenger on the jungle penetrator & had an uncomfortable ride up to the chopper hanging off the side of the bulb [the jungle penetrator weight & shape meant it would crash through heavy vegetation & be yanked out again].

The crew then dumped us back on the pad & left on a mission.  Discussing it afterwards it was obvious we had been reassured & had renewed confidence in the system.  Whoever arranged for the demonstration displayed effective leadership.  The pilot was something else again..!

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