W3 Company - Service Stories |
Stealth & Locstats - Bruce Young The following morning 2Pl's lead section headed in single file south around the base of the mountain. I was with platoon HQ & we had just started to follow when an urgent hand signal came from the front indicating we were in close proximity to other friendly forces & to take care not to fire on them. We had found 1PL's night harbour barely 100 metres away. So Larry was wrong & I was delighted to tell him..! But what stuck in my memory was that two forces of about 60 people had moved into defensive harbours from different directions about 100 metres apart & there was so little noise or disturbance that we had no knowledge of the others presence. Contrast this professionalism with some US forces who cleared their perimeters by firing their weapons into the surrounding vegetation & enjoyed music when they stood down. |
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| "I'm So Sorry, Uncle Albert" [with apologies to the
Beatles..] A section where people can confess their sins.. Where Gods
Get Lost Beneath the Southern Cross ** - Bruce Young The Aussie commander [a warrant officer] set off north at a fast walk so pace-counting & observing my arc stopped me using the map to match marked with actual features as often as I would have liked. Then I noticed that the local vegetation had heaps of dirt piled around the stems under the foliage, a likely sign of concealed digging in the area. When I pointed this out to the patrol commander he headed off in every direction checking other vegetation & I was soon hopelessly lost. Finally we stopped to set up an ambush near some good sign & I figured a LOCSTAT out of the commander which I first submitted to the FSCC in Nui Dat before dialling my assigned fire unit, an Aussie mortar section at the Horseshoe. I had the mortar section register a silent DF at a location near where I thought we were. The Aussies had some weird ‘L’ shaped ambush & weren’t interested in any advice from me so I setup with a tree between me & the likely initiation point & settled down for the night. Just after dark a whole bunch of people started talking Vietnamese & calling to each other just beyond the ambush area so the Aussie commander asked me to call indirect fire onto their position. Shit..! The silent DF was in theory quite close so I called the mission & whispered to the Aussies to keep their heads down. The Horseshoe reported ‘shot’ [I even heard the primaries] but the impact was a long way to one side, somewhere in the distance along the route we had earlier followed. Shit again..! We had come further north than I had earlier calculated & I needed to adjust fire. But I had no way of getting a bearing to use & adjusting in the dark onto a point likely to be within ‘danger close’ of the ambush was dangerous. I was casting around for a way out when I recognised in the sky above the Horseshoe the ‘Southern Cross’ star constellation. The pointers were below the horizon but I could locate South by counting the length 4½ times. I decided to use the ‘Southern Cross’ to give me a false direction of 3200 mils to adjust the DF [I was ultimately to move the DF 1.4 kilometres before it was close to our area, a huge distance]. Once I had the DF close by & still using false direction I ran the fire across our front & then down one side as directed by the patrol commander, flinching every time I called for rounds in case this adjustment landed on top of the position. The patrol however thought I was brilliant & probably saved them from being ‘overrun’ [although no direct contact was experienced] but I couldn’t fool the guys in the Horseshoe who thought I was incompetent, especially at map reading. We found no dead VC the next morning [no surprise] & returned to Nui Dat. I never found my missing compass & had to steal another from the CQMS store. ** title from ‘Beneath The Southern Cross’ by Patti Smith – the upper most star of the Southern Cross constellation is visible as far north as Korea. Ooops! - Bruce Young I Was There: Mark Binning I do recall that the lot #'s didn't match any of the lot #'s we were using or had back in Nui Dat at that time. If I recall correctly, locals were blaming the mortar rounds for killing one of them and wanted compensation (they could claim $US2000 if civilians were killed by accident). Hope you didn't continue to read your maps that way when you were a MFC! As I recall Vince didn't take much convincing, I think he found it physically pretty tough. The rest of the tour suited him. |
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2RAR's Car
Park at FSPB Tess - Bruce Young It was the start of the wet season and FSPB Tess, surrounded by a bund high enough to obscure the various armoured vehicles dotted around the perimeter, suffered from a high water table. As 2Pl approached the turn-off it was obvious that the dirt scooped out to create the bund had left a deep moat around the base and the way in to Tess had to be negotiated through a 6-foot deep mud cesspit. The first APC to attempt the crossing became bogged and a recovery vehicle from inside the base was called to drag it clear. The other APC's also had difficulty crossing. Given this, it was difficult to understand why the Regimental Police [RP] Section immediately inside the bund entrance had a number of spaces marked out by iron pickets with the sign 'car park' prominently displayed. It was obvious no normal car would ever get to park in those carefully reserved spaces but somewhere in a military manual I imagine there was a staff requirement to handle visitors to a firebase by providing parking for their vehicles, and that the parking was obviously unnecessary did not remove the staff requirement to provide it. 2Pl were directed to a piece of ground set aside nearby for visiting troops [another staff requirement no doubt...], but an area totally devoid of any shelter or structures. Someone had also thoughtfully dug shell scrapes for the visitors [another staff requirement..?] but given that these were not covered and it was the wet season they had filled with water. 2Pl needed some way of erecting cover from the rain, and since the New Zealander's considered the car park to be superfluous some enterprising Kiwi’s shuffled away to quietly reappear with a bunch of iron pickets to which shelters were quickly attached. About 30 minutes later a worried RP approached us and asked if we had removed the car park pickets. He was advised we hadn’t. He then looked really concerned and explained that “the RSM had noticed the car park had been dismantled and he was required to rebuild it, any idea where he could get more pickets..?” "Yeah mate, same place we did, over there" [in the opposite direction]. The RP never returned but when we redeployed away from the base the next day the car park was back... |
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Were we better or just more effective? Of course I thought so. But how do you measure such things. Many factors come into it, but perhaps there is just one overriding fact, which dominates all others. The role of the infantry in battle is to close with the enemy on the ground and destroy (kill) him. The following statistics compare us with the other rifle companies in the two battalions W3 served in:
Comparison:
Case closed..! |
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