FLAG DAY/SHORT MISSION
by Sgt Nguyne Cu’van LLDB
Republic of South Vietnam
with Tony Spletestoser
After
writing up the first two or three stories from Cu’ van's
Special Forces career, I asked him if he could tell me about
a operation in which everyone got out alive. I said,
"Cu’, people will be beginning to think that you are the
only one who ever escapes."
Cu’
van: Reflection for a moment, laughed, then said,
"There were many easy ones, so many, that it's hard for me
to remember. The `jobs' that went smooth stick for only a
short time, it's the `ruff' one's that I never forget!"
Con
Cop: "I can understand that. Can you think of one
where all the team was extracted safely."
Cu’
van: "I can tell this one, this is a short one for
sure, and everything that happened in between I never know
myself, somebody have to tell me. This is how it all
started."
You
know the time in 1972-73 in Vietnam, there supposed to be
nobody shooting at each other and there are men from other
countries are flying around in American helicopters to look
at who got what.
Con Cop: "Explanation":
Sometime during late 1972 and early 1973, the Paris Peace
talks produced a truce between the Republic of South Viet
Nam government and the Communist forces, both VC and the
NVA.
The UN
had selected observer team members from four countries, two
non-communist and two communist, to investigate and
establish claims. The ICCS.
This group was made up of Canadian, Indonesian,
Polish, and Hungarian military men.
So in
the winter of 1972 saw
mainly each side, the South Vietnamese and the Communist
forces trying to grab as much land for themselves before
8:00 AM on January 28th.
It was then that the members of the International
Commission of Control and Supervision would certify each
side's holdings under the terms of the Paris agreements. But as usual
with these truces, the fighting never really stops. Both sides were
constantly jockeying for position to claim the control for
the greatest amount of countryside.
Cu’
van: "We know where the line really at, but our
Commanders want to play a game with the communists. The
Saigon government had created a program of "Flagging" the
countryside."
Con
Cop: In Dec 1972, I had seen VN flags flying from
trees every 500 meters along a highway on the way from
Saigon to Da Lat, miles from any city.
Cu’
van: They give us orders to sneek in and put South
Vietnamese flags inside NVA camps.
Con
Cop: This spin-off plan may have the part of the
Psyops (Psychological
Operations) program. It
was something that Leaders hoped would upset the sanity of
the Communist forces.
It drove them crazy, because they knew that someone
had infiltrated their space without them knowing about it.
This really
pissed the NVA off. It
amounted to a serious loss of `face' for the enemy.
This
was one of the few operations that he said he was never been
proud of. Because we are friends, he told me the story that
he has never told anyone else.
He has expressed real concern about revealing this
action to anyone outside.
There
was something about this plan that Sat Cong did not like.
Was it falsely marking territory being some kind of a
`crook'thing? Not honorable. I thought at the time, this is
an Asian cultural feeling and was Sat's way of looking at
things.
I
explained to him that to your average American or any other
western soldier, they would have felt that it would have
been a good joke on the NVA.
Then it
occurred to me that this is what the problem really was. The
entire operation was nothing more than an Academy fraternity
prank, only this time the eggheads who had never been in the
field were using the lives of real people to carry out their
little joke.
Risking
the lives of men that it took two years to train for
something like this.
Given
the same effort to infiltrate, plant explosives, leave and
blow the whole base camp away, now that would have meant
something to men like Sat Cong could understand... and
played hell with the NVA's physic at the same time.
It could
have been a U.S. planned operation anyway. (At that late
date, there were still American Green Beret officer advisers
in the field in Vietnam.)
South
Vietnamese Special Forces were given orders to jump into the
jungle near NVA camps, work their way into the camp and then
using a rope line with a hook, fly South Vietnamese flags
from the tops of trees all over the camp.
This
symbolic marking of territory supposedly belonging to the
Saigon government. When
the ICCS marked Air America choppers carrying the observer
teams flew over these areas, they were supposedly credited
to the South.
Cu’
van: Sometimes we climb a tree, but most the time I
roll up the flag with the line with a hook and throw it as
high as I can
up into the tree or I swing the hook round and round beside
me, then let the bundle go up into the tree. After it hook
good, later, it will unroll and the flag opens up. I do this before,
today is my second mission like that.
The
bravery and suffering of many of South Vietnam's best like
Sat Cong, was squandered.
The Communists took it ALL in 1975.
Con
Cop: Cu’
van and his five team mates boarded their UH-1H with a load
of `yellow and red striped' South Vietnamese flags. It was a chilly
winter morning even here in Vietnam.
Cu’ van: Today on
this cool January morning the `Band', the Group had their orders,
and orders are always orders.
Other than not liking the kind of mission, to us,
this was going to be just another operation. The men felt much
the same way that you feel when you hop a cab or bus to go
to your day's work.
Con
Cop: When the `Band' (Gunships, Slicks, CnC Huey, the
F-5s, and the
Leader's L-19) arrived at their intended target area or Drop
Zone, the six men were all set up, their static lines
attached, ready to jump in an instant. Today’s selected
DZ was about two squares from the enemy camp. (Two squares
on the Operational map equals 2 Kilometers) The VNAF
helicopters overflew the DZ at normal airspeed so as not to
be a tip off to anyone on the ground that there was a
operation going down.
Cu’
van: I
always liked to be the first one out. I felt that there was
an advantage in being on the ground first. If the team was
discovered during the jump, it would be the ones that were
following who would take the heat.
Con
Cop: (This
time Sat Cong was wrong.) They
jumped from just 200 feet above the trees. The trees were
another 300 feet, give or take 50 feet or so. ( Even jumping at
500 feet, wearing a reserve chute was policy.)
Cu’
van: I never know whether it was only one odd NVA
soldier or a whole squad, but this time someone was waiting
for us.
It
doesn't take long to make it to the ground even using a
parachute. Luckily my drop path carried him into a clearing.
Just as my feet were about to touch the ground, I felt a
violent impact on my chest. There was a sting of pain and
then everything went dark.
Cu’
van: When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital
with a Bac-Si looking down at me.
Doctor:
"Good morning! How do you feel?
Cu’
van: "Pretty good, not bad, but I'm really hungry."
Doctor:
"Well you ought to be, you haven't eaten in four days."
Cu’
van: "What? Four days, what happened to me?"
Doctor:
"You were shot, you took a AK-47 bullet to your chest. The luck was that
it hit your reserve chute pack first. It continued on at a
angle, passing through a field dressing pack, part of your
vest harness, and through the skin to your breast bone. The
blow stopped your heart for a bit."
Cu’
van: Then I asked the doctor about my other team
members, did anybody else get hurt.
Bac-si
(Doc): No,
they all made out OK.
Cu’
van: I never did find out how I was pulled out. All of
the teams have orders not to talk about any mission, even
one that you had been on together. Later, when I
asked my team what happened, all that they would say was
that it was `Ruff.'
I
know that the `Band' had pulled off and out of the area the
minute that we jumped.
They would have had to have been called back for any
kind of rescue extraction.
It is likely that our RTO called our leader in the
L-19 Bird Dog, and he called the Slick back.
Con
Cop: Since the enemy had discovered you at the very
beginning, there would have been nothing left for your team
to do except to fight their way out and save themselves,
right?
Cu’ van:
Yes. What I think would have happened is that when the
`Band' returned, the Leader in the L-19 would mark the
location of the team for the Gun-ships and then lay down
some heavy suppressing fire to keep the enemy's heads down
while the team was extracted.
They would have hooked me to the ladder with
carabiner rings at each side of the shoulder harness, then
they would have all hooked up to a cable.
This
is my guess. I mean, this is what I would have done if it
had been one of the others that had been wounded.
I
never understand why I am out so long. It may have been that
I hit my hard head on the ground during my unconscious and
uncontrolled parachute landing. You know in the
kind of job like we did, we didn't wear paratrooper's
helmets or anything like that.
All that we had on our head was or `doo-rag',
camouflage on one side and survival orange on the other.
I had
to stay in the hospital for a few days, so that the doctor
was sure that everything was alright, then it was back to my
duty.