RANGER AGAINST WAR: Even Zombies Get the Blues <

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Even Zombies Get the Blues

--A Good Taleban, Peray (Thailand)

Well, you know I need a steam shovel

mama to keep away the dead

I need a dump truck

mama to unload my head

--From A Buick 6
, Bob Dylan

This is about key terrain, Counterinsurgency, hearts & minds and all the dithering which we call asymmetrical warfare. Call it an exercise in
everything old is new again.

One day in Vietnam, Camp Commander, Lieutenant Colonel Howard Glock (he of unremitting chart-love infamy), instructed me to periodically sweep our garbage dump, which was outside our perimeter. Our camp had a dedicated dump into which we threw our old batteries, discarded oil, contaminated oil and other sundries.

The locals habitues gleaned goodies from the trash, and this LTC Glock could not countenance.

Keep in mind before we proceed that we were a Special Forces camp with Special Operations Forces -- supposedly the go-to guys for Hearts & Minds. Keep also in mind that neither the U.S. Camp Commander or XO had the Special Forces flash (the equivalent of today's tab.) Both LTC Glock and Major Passalaigue were awarded "paper flashes" by virtue of being assigned to the unit, fairly standard for the period as SF was hard-put for warm bodies.

In a spirit of charity, it is possible that real "flashed" Commanders at other camps shared LTC Glock's and Maj. Passalaigue's Scrooge-like mentality. But as a young man who bought into the H & M creed, Ranger felt he was witnessing an aberration.

For the LTC and Major had no interest in life outside of the camp. They never visited the villages or saw how the people lived. Our efforts in SOG (Studies and Observations Group) covered the U.S. war effort. They had no positive benefits for the citizens of the supposed Republic of Vietnam.

Both Glock and Passalaigue loved their charts, briefings, clean clothes, warm food and water, and surely these two always made meal call when possible. Certainly neither spent a discernible iota of energy pondering the reality of the impoverished denizens plundering our garbage. Their only thought was to stop it, thereby denying the Vietcong access to our valuable toss offs.

Whether the VC
used our garbage is debatable, but it seems incontrovertible that the people desperately needed the scraps mined from the castoffs of our bevy. This affluence was wondrous, especially considering we were a unit at war; our lives were fat city indeed, and the surrounding Vietnamese saw this without too much effort.

But for Ranger, it seemed that here we were fighting Communism and pretending to care about the people of the Republic of Vietnam, yet we wouldn't let them root about in our garbage for salvage. It seemed a mission disconnect, then and now.

This dump was key terrain for their lives in an inexplicable war, and my leaders who were supposed to be the best in the Army failed to grasp or even acknowledge the point. As a young officer there was no way to get my point across.

Related to the dump issue was the PIR issue. We received a large shipment of compromised PIR's (Provisional Indigenous Rations) -- precursors to the LRRP rations used by U.S. troops. These PIR's had been chewed through by rats, which had left droppings in the food. A problem, but a soluble one.

Unfortunately, the LTC discovered that the camp had a 2 1/2 ton truck filled with rat-shit infested food before Ranger could handle the problem. His predictable solution was to destroy they food so the indigenous could not retrieve any of it from the dump. Ranger confesses that in direct opposition to instructions, these rations ended up in the 'ville; we traded upholstery work for our Jeeps in return.

The point is, people living in mud-floor huts were happy to eat this food, and this though often crosses my fat and dumb-ass mind. This is the point we do not get when we disingenuously claim that H & M are our objective.

To keep the people from these rations I would have had to throw a Willy Pete grenade on them to incinerate the mess, and to what end? A waste of provisions and materiel.

By the end of my tour, I disliked or hated Glock and Passalaigue as much as they hated me. the only difference was, they wrote my OERs. To this day Ranger still has the taste of rat shit amongst his overflowing memories of chicken-shit duties.

Hearts and minds are never won by rifles hanging at your side. It is more closely related to three hots and a cot.

Since we
were fighting Communism the thought often crossed my mind regarding what
they would have done had the tables been turned. But even that thought is irrelevant since the point is it is what we do as American soldiers that is relevant.

We did not get it in RVN, and we do not get it in Iraq or AFPAK.

An old retired Infantry NCO recently asked me why I hated the Army so bad. I didn't answer him, but this story gives a hint.

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Anonymous tw said...

You rattled my brain on this one Ranger. I remember my first trip to the dump in VN. I was a lowly PFC, lower than dog shit and at the bottom of the totem pole in the company and had to pull a KP shift. We went to the dump with the garbage and leftovers. The first thing I noticed was the swarms of flies. Then an old pappasan kicking the pop and beer cans and when he found one with something still in it he'd tip it up and drink it. Then we dumped the garbage and leftover food off the duce an a half and the cook incharge stood on the tailgate and pissed all over it infront of the vietnamese scrounging in the dump. Never forgot that image nor did I speak up as I was a confused NUG (new guy). The callous attitude towards the locals was not limited to those in command.

Sunday, May 16, 2010 at 1:31:00 PM GMT-5  
Blogger rangeragainstwar said...

I was a 1LT and i was lower than whale shit,been there , done that.
I'll bet that your PISS buddy now tells some hell fire war stories, and never even thinks about or even remembers the incident that you discuss.Heroes don't piss on food scraps, or do they?
Thanks for your story.
I hate rattling anyones brain, especially an old dogs .

Sunday, May 16, 2010 at 2:22:00 PM GMT-5  
Blogger Lisa said...


What a terrible memory. I can't even imagine such vulgar indifference.

Sunday, May 16, 2010 at 2:52:00 PM GMT-5  
Blogger Old Bogus said...


I guess you had to have been there. At least this didn't involve arbitrary rocket attacks on civilians.

Sunday, May 16, 2010 at 9:02:00 PM GMT-5  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I accidentally stumbled across this post. First of all - I find it interesting that you have no problem making character judgements against 2 men you have not seen in over 40 years - using their full names while you hide behind a catchy blog name. Just an observation. As with anything, I am sure there are two sides to this story. My guess is that you were not privy to high level security issues. You were at war dude! Maybe these officers were trying to save your asses. Sounds more to me like you were angry that you were being made to do things that you thought were "below you" as a Green Beret. And I seriously doubt these men were assigned to your special operation because they were warm bodies. Good grief! Thank you for your service - my dad was a career military officer - but it is time to move on!!

Thursday, March 22, 2012 at 11:32:00 AM GMT-5  
Blogger Lisa said...


Jim doesn't hide his name -- unlike some people -- and he did not think assignments below him. Sorry, but if you were in the military, I think you'd understand that some officers are simply sub-par or worse.

His experience 40 years ago is legitimate, and is not mediated by what happened to any of the principles after the fact.

As far as moving on, do you tell that to people writing about the Korean War? WW II? Peloponesian War? I'm so tired of people dismissing others experience as irrelevant because it wasn't Tweeted about yesterday.

Yeah -- good grief.

Thursday, March 22, 2012 at 12:31:00 PM GMT-5  
Blogger rangeragainstwar said...

read my art. of 22 jan 12.
Ask Ken Lovelace if he's still dead.
This entire fight has been in cya mode for 41 years,also a good LTC got relieved as a result.
My life was invested with my job and my duties which i performed to the best of my youthful ability.
I am not moving on and you can screw yourself for dismissing me so easily.
Good men died and it happened during my time there. Be aware that LTC Glock was not on station when this happened.
I am presently trying to gather details of this fight to write a analysis of the action.

Friday, March 23, 2012 at 7:30:00 AM GMT-5  
Blogger rangeragainstwar said...

I am not hiding behind fuck all.
You are the hero that wrote an anon comment.
I stand behind every word that i ever wrote on this blog.

Friday, March 23, 2012 at 7:32:00 AM GMT-5  

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