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This must have been taken in the early part of the tour because I am still smilling.
Later we moved them to the perimeter with coregated iron as a roof & burried under the sand.
3 Platoon was only at ISA for a couple of weeks but it was a bit more relaxing here than out at Brigid and we never got hit while we were here either. |
I have called this page after the name of the only Aussie movie about the Vietnam War and one of the best, The Odd Angry Shot. Subjects covered below are: Jungle Fighting, Down & Dirty..........SOUNDS OF SILENCE & TRACKS...........ROUTINE...........EVERYMAN............... HORSESHOE...Close Call In The Jungle JUNGLE FIGHTING. Down & Dirty. The Viet Cong and North Vietnamise Army soldiers in the 1960s and 70s were determined and and focused. Not to mention well trained and very experienced, some of them involved in fighting the French army in the 1950s. How on earth do ordinary Aussie youngsters prepare to hunt the VC and the NVA in their own backyard? The answer is 'to be very relaxed at living and working in the jungle and have the individual and unit skills to match and defeat the enemy "at home". The Australian Army in the early 1960s had a number of challengers. One they were fighting a major war, two they had to deal with a huge influx of national servicemen and three they had to turn out large numbers of troops who needed the skills to survive and fight in a foreign land. Fortunately some of the answers to the problems were in the hands of the Army itself. First of all they had call on some very battle hardened Veterans from WW2, Korea, Malaya, Borneo and even Vietnam. The knowledge and skills of these veterans formed the basis of the training that all Diggers who were to be posted to Vietnam would undertake. It did not matter if you were a cook who would not go into the field, there was a basic standard of training that you would carry out. First step was Kapooka were even the most basic of skills were part of the system. You could not get much basic than opening a "cups canteen steel", but that was catered for. The cups canteen steel, as the name suggests is made of metal, with a hinged handle that folded under the cup, to be able to fit on to the bottom of a water bottle and placed in a water bottle holder on your basic webbing. To extend the handle by holding the cup with out any control made a loud "clang" that sounded like Big Ben. Using the lesson plan, teach and tell, demonstration and then do it. Everyone was duly taught to open and close the handle under control. In 12 months I only heard one cups canteen steel "clang" in the jungle and the Digger never repeated the offence. Other noise offenders were swing swivels on weapons, they were taped up, no slings for us in Vietnam, unlike the modern soldier of today. Even your "dog tags" worn around the neck with you name and number, religion and blood type were taped to stop them making any noise. A few weeks at the Battle Wing of CANUNGRA the famed Jungle Training Centre was next and it was very tough and covered many lessons that other Battalions had learnt the hard way in Vietnam. It is no wonder the high quality of the training at Battle Wing at CANUNGRA is still spoken of today, 30 years later. SOUNDS OF SILENCE & TRACKS The old Simon & Garfunkle song should be the theme tune for us at that time in the jungle as silence was GOLDEN. Talking is part of our everyday life, yet in the jungle it was the thing you did the least of. Communication was done with "clicks" of the fingers, looks nods, and hand signals that were standard for infantry then, I guess they would still be used? Any spoken word was done up close and personal and very quitely. It was a time you lived in your mind, for many days at a time. The success of the silent way of the Aussies can be tested by the number of stories when the VC were sprung at close quarters in the jungle, having no idea they were in Aussie gun sights. This was done with the us carrying all the equipment of the day listed on Arrival page. Basic webbing with 2/3 water bottles, bum pack, ammo pouches with 6 full magazines of 7.62 for the SLRs, grenades, smoke and fragmentation, bayonet. Big pack with 5 days rations, 3 days of yank "C" rats which was 3 tins per meal, 9 tins per day, 27 tins for 3 days. Two days of Aussie rations which also included a good supply of suger and condenced milk. Although some of the food was very poor. Another difference was that Aussies did not as a rule travel on tracks while the VC moving about the province did so a great deal, as many of these tracks had been used for many years. Until the Aussies arrived the VC could use them with out problems, but due to the Battalions ambushing them over the years including ambushes set by APCs, the VC used the tracks in the 1970s with the upmost caution. ROUTINE Another skill was the ability to set up and maintain a routine from the way you carried your weapon 'at the ready', to be able to open fire in a moments notice to packing your equipment as soon as it was no longer required. The ability to pack your basic webbing and gear so that when the Platoon stopped for a meal it was a minimum of effort to unpack, fire up the hexie, cook a meal and a brew, eat and clean up and pack again ready to move was critical. In fact I got so used to the routine being part of my everyday life I got some what frustrated if something occurred to interrupt it. While the aspects of routine were set in Australian including getting used to going on Piquet duty during the night the main difference was the focus on ensuring your personal weapon was ALWAYS to hand. The routine at night was critical and important so that security was maintained and you were aware of your position in the ambush relative to the other members of your section and the rest of the platoon. During my tour I heard stories of when Diggers woke up and lost their sense of direction and they heard a noise, they fired across the platoon position as they thought the noise was coming from 'outside' the platoon's position. So it was the utmost importance that your bed space was orientated so that when you woke up in the pitch dark, and unable to see your hand in front of your face, there was no mistake as to which direction you could expect the enemy and where the positions of the platoon were. When you arrived in a position early enough to be able to carry out the full routine it was a great pleasure. First fitting in to what was going on with the rest of the platoon I always got a brew on, next was the cleaning up of your area. This was carried out by simply cleaning away the leaves and checking you were not going to put your bed on an ants nest or any other form of wild life. Sometimes I would spray mossie repellant around on the ground were my bedroll was going to be and finally I would eat well away from my bed space. The track system would be set up so you would continue to mark the track by moving the leaves along the 'track' to the pits on your right and left. Even in the dead of night it was possible to 'see' the track and with no leaves you made little or no sound. Next I would lay out my big pack at the head of the sleeping area, and the hutchie only laid out, so when the piquet came to check on you before last light he knew were you were. This was done without opening the sleeping gear. To prevent any sleeping buddies with many legs, I only always put it out when able to get in to bed. (Then when leaving for my turn on piquet it would be rolled up and put away). Next would be a meal and perhaps time to write back home before it got dark. If the platoon had moved into the position late, as long as the flame of the hexie was out prior to the light disappearing it was possible to eat the hot meal while you were 'standing too'. Again making sure that all equipment not needed was packed up and you could move if need be without loosing half your equipment. Then came 'stand too' whispered along the position and slipping on your webbing and grabbing the SLR to stay very still and quiet until the order came to 'stand down. If your piquet was in the middle of the night you were free to go to bed and if it had been a hard day that's just what you would do. It was a simple matter of taking off your basic webbing and placing so you could get it on at a moments notice, then getting out the bed role lay it along the inside of the hutchie. Placing the SLR next to that and taking your boots off, when you were able, and climbing in to the bed roll, making sure that you could touch the SLR's pistol grip with little effort. The first thing you reached for when you woke up at any time. Sometimes it was hard to imagine that 30 other Diggers were with in cooee of you. EVERYMAN..... Most units had a Everyman attached to them a sort of Salvation Army person, who would turn up at the strangest times and places with a cold drink for the Diggers and something to eat. The man for 7RAR was Stacey Kruck and I first met him some place when we moved out of the bush, dirty, thirsty, stinking hot and there was Stacy dishing out a cold drink. Nothing too difficult or dangerous about that in Australia, but try Vietnam. One of the strongest memories I have is arriving at the Horse Shoe after a long walk from someplace, it was bloody hot and no one was in a good mood. Then walking up the feature to the site of our Platoon Harbour. Who was waiting but the Everyman land rover and Stacy with a cold drink waiting to dish out to the Diggers, boy did that taste real good. I asked him how did he get there, "Oh just drove over from Nui Dat, when I found out the platoon was on its way". I could not believe it here we were armed to the teeth a full platoon and he had simply drove along the local roads alone. That was not the only time Stacy turned up and back at the Dat he had a drop in centre so that you could read or play chess, or talk about things. For his service to the Army and the Diggers and he was Awarded an OBE and in later years an OAM, well deserved and he earned them the hard way in Vietnam. HORSESHOE Life went on so did our work. We were at times living and working from the HORSESHOE, it was an old quarry and as it was high ground 6RAR had converted it to a fire base and built gun pits on the feature in the early days. One large bunker had a 50 cal machine gun in it, yet all the times we were at the Shoe I never saw it fired. By this time I had my gear fixed a little different. I had a Yank "A" Frame which was metal and the bottom part of the frame had a ARVN, that is a South Vietnamese Army Pack attached. it had a lot of room. At the top of the frame I had three water bottles attached. In the dry season I had a water bladder which could hold about 3 pints of water. On the move the bladder would be drunk first, then the water from the A frame and finally the ones on my basic webbing. If you made a brew you would use water from your pack bottles and not off your belt. In the wet season the bladder was not carried because you could fill up your water bottles from the many streams or water flowing off a hutchie. To protect us from any bugs you would place in water purification tablets At least I had a better set up except I needed the straps from a set of suspenders, the ones that went on the basic webbing so I had to keep finding sets, as the straps would break now and then. When I was given the platoon medical kit I was able to attached it to the A Frame. After Pat got wounded I never tied the med kit on to my gear again. The action above was not the only time A Company had a contact with one of its own sub units. One in November 1970 was to result in the death of 3 Platoon's Commander, Lt Rex Davies. On another occasion I nearly shot a member of CHQ one morning, when Headquarters were moving out of a harbour position. That story is next. CLOSE CALL IN THE JUNGLE!~! During November 1969 it was getting close to my R & R so I had to move back to Nui Dat so I could get my gear and fly to Saigon and then Australia. Meeting with Company Head Quarters I was handed over as CHQ would be moving closer to the Horseshoe and transport. I was put into the rear section and after a couple of days we moved along a track in to a harbour position, I was not happy about that as 3 Platoon never walked along tracks in the jungle. The key to this position was the track moved in a large "U" shape, a near fatal error occurred when we moved back out of the position the next morning along the same track. My section at the rear of CHQ stayed on the ground as the rest of CHQ moved out of the area and became invisible in the jungle, till at last it was our time to move. As I stood up and picked up my place in the section, I had only gone a few paces when I saw movement through the trees ahead of us. My heart skipped a beat, I looked around to see if any of the other Diggers could see him, but they were looking mostly behind us, covering the move out. The Diggers in front of us had moved forward and then turned to my left but I could see a head moving across my front and it was a Vietnamese face, a VC moving away from CHQ? I moved quickly to a nearby tree dropping my pack & using the tree to lean on, I took aim. taking up the pressure on the trigger I then decided that I would shoot him in the chest giving me a better chance to hit the target, I relaxed the pressure on the trigger. Putting the sight picture on the middle of the chest, as the soldier was now nearly right in front of me, I started to take first pressure on the trigger again. "Hay, what are you doing", without taking my finger off the trigger I looked across to my left front, to see through the jungle an Aussie Digger, carrying an M60 looking right at me. It was then clear to me I was looking at the front section of CHQ who had moved across our front and I was looking at our Bushman Scout, who was a ex Viet Cong. Of all the faces in the front section I could have seen it was a Vietnamese face that I spotted and as such my training took over as I did not recognize him at that point. Jumping back to my gear it was clear that the worst had nearly happened as I saw that the other members of my section had split left and right off the track, weapons at the ready just waiting for me to fire. "Its the bloody bushman scout" I said to the others "I nearly shot him". By the time I was able to put on my pack I was shaking all over. Even when we harboured for the night I was still unable to stop shaking at what I had nearly done. While I knew that had I been working with 3 Platoon the move to the right after leaving the posting would have been signaled it would not have been left to chance. I still felt I had put everyone in danger. It was still my fault and only the choice of shooting the man in the chest and not the head had perhaps saved an other shoot up and maybe dead or wounded Diggers? The CSM came over that night and asked me what had happened. I told him all the details what I had been thinking and what I had done. he left with the comment "not to worry about it, you did the right thing". This calmed me down a little but I could not get away from the horror of what I had nearly done for some time putting the whole unit in danger. For some reason I had forgotten the big "U" turn into the harbour position, something the CSM mentioned to me. Thinking perhaps I had overstayed my welcome I was picked up by the CO's chopper the next day as it had dropped in to CHQ with some written orders for the OC. I was given a very exciting and fast low level flight back to the Horseshoe. A trip in maybe 20 minutes that would have taken days to walk? I can't remember how I got back to the Dat, perhaps a truck ride? A day or so later, wearing my just issued Vietnam Medal Ribbons and Infantry Combat Badge I waited with other Diggers on the tarmac at Nui Dat and loaded on to a RAAF Caribou for the flight to Saigon. While the plane was banking over the Dat and that area I took some photos that would give a clear picture from the air as to why it was so difficult working in this area. At Saigon it was all chaos and people massing in the airport while we waited to board our aircraft to Australia. It was an Aussie 707. Talking off I remember we headed nearly vertical into the night sky looking at Saigon lit up like any city in Australia, crazy! After many hours we landing at Darwin, back in Australia again after 10 months away. We all got off for a while and not used to real beer I was soon half pissed before getting back on board. Flying over Australia was awesome as it started to get light and so was the dawn and the view of Sydney as we flew over the city and the Bridge as the aircraft turned in to land. It was to be an eventful time before I was back in Vietnam. PAGE 10 of A GRUNTS VIEW:- "The Odd Angry Shot" To move to "ADVANCE TO CONTACT" Page use the Right SLR. To return to "ENEMY in PHOUC TUY" Page use left SRL. To return to "ENTRY" Page click on Willy the PIG. This page updated 7th July 2003.
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