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About Hognose

Former Special Forces 11B2S, later 18B, weapons man. (Also served in intelligence and operations jobs in SF).

An AR-10 in photos

Is that a big AR-15 or are you just glad to see me?

AR-10, you say. Dime a dozen. Well… not this one. This is a semi-auto conversion of a demilled 1960 Portuguese AR-10. The NATO nation of Portugal bought 1,664 AR-10s for its airborne and special operations forces that year. (Some sources say 1,668. Others (TheBlack Rifle for one) say “500-1,500”). The weapons, made by Artillerie Inrichtigen in the Netherlands, were the earliest AR-10s sold in quantity — if 1,600 units constitutes quantity. And then the Portuguese used the hell out of them for some 15 years, much of which was tangled up in conflict in Portugal’s African colonies. The Portuguese AR-10s exchanged volleys with the AKs and RPDs of Mozambique’s FRELIMO group and the three nationalist/tribal groups in Angola: MPLA, FNLA, and UNITA.

Similar AR-10s were used by the Italian COMSUBIN maritime commando group (Italy’s tradition of daring maritime special operations goes all the way back to World War I, where they sunk the Austro-Hungarian battleship Viribus Unitis at its anchorage in Pola hatbor), and about 5,000 Ar-10s of a different style were made for Sudan and Guatemala in 1961 and 1962. Few parts interchange between the Portuguese and Sudanese variants. Apart from onesies and small handfuls sold for testing, that was it for first generation AR-10 production. When the Dutch Army didn’t buy, but selected the FN-FAL, the factor — which was the Dutch government arsenal — threw in the sponge, and scrapped all tooling and records (hence, all the chaos over production numbers).

The tough soldiers of Portugal, NATO’s poorest power, rode their rifles hard and when they could no longer maintain them, put them away wet. A few went to the USA as pre-86 NFA imports. Some went to Canada, Australia (where they were later either reexported or destroyed when the state confiscated semi-auto weapons), or New Zealand. And some — if there are records of how many, we haven’t seen them — came to the USA. There they were mated with lower receivers made by at least two manufacturers.

This weapon is on a receiver marked H&H Industries, Redwood City, California. H&H made receivers for both Portuguese and Sudanese variants — the uppers and lowers don’t interchange. H&H receivers were milled out of billet aluminum, in two halves, and then the halves were welded together. (Some other companies’ receivers were made of steel). H&H made at least some lower receivers with serial numbers to match the original Dutch-made uppers, and this rifle was one of those.

AR-10, right side. Click for a really big version.

The fiberglass-foam composite furniture of the original rifles did not survive well, and on a few were replaced by wood even while in Portuguese colonial service, according to photographic evidence. However, the wooden stocks on this example were certainly added when it was rebuilt as a semi-auto for the US market.  They appear to be made of straight- and close-grained walnut.

For a photographic backdrop, we remembered that we had a brand-new Portuguese Angola pattern poncho that had been put away many years ago — maybe 30 years ago. It was found, neatly folded in the bottom of a duffle bag of other old souvenirs, and still looks new but the rubberized waterproofing has had it. In order not to strangle the browsers of any readers uninterested in this artifact, the detail pictures are after the jump.  Continue reading

Weapons Website of the Week: Nous Défions!

Not THIS Mosby.

How did SF, which is about the least French element you could imagine this side of an outlaw biker gang, wind up with Nous Défions! as a slogan? And who’s this guy using it as the name of his website?

ND was originally the slogan of a small subset of SF — the Special Operations Training cadre. These men took over the former Blue Light training area and built a CQB marksmanship and CT capability inside SF despite official Army opposition. Since then, Nous Défions! and the associated graphic (a skull on Special Forces crossed arrows) spread to 5th SF Group (once, one of the sponsors of SOT) and to all SF.

So that’s the genesis of the slogan “John Mosby” has taken on as the name of his website.

He’s not really John Singleton Mosby — since that worthy was born in 1833, it’s a safe bet he’s no longer with us, but it tells an interesting tale that he would choose the name of the effective Southern guerilla leader. Mosby, in fact, is trying to provide training to militiamen — or, in fact, to prepare for an underground, “just in case.”

He’s not the first one to do this, or the first one to call himself Mosby while doing it. During the 1990s, a professional-appearing journal called the Special Forces Resister was published near Bragg, much to the vexation of a series of marginal officers and sergeants major who had been thrown in to “conventionalize” SF. One of its author/editors used Mosby as a pen name. (Most people lost interest in the Resister when it took a racist turn. Racism is tough to sell in a hard meritocracy like SF).

There are some interesting insights to unconventional warfare on that page. It’s an interesting amalgam of extracts from military manuals and job books, SF lore, and extremely practical advice on weapons and weapons employment in unconventional warfare.

Personally, nothing we’ve seen from any militia types indicates that they’re terribly serious or knowledgeable. They put far too much faith in the power of guns, and not enough in the power of the mind and of mental preparation and training. The author of this page gets that. When some guy thinks he and his Mini-14 are going to take on an infantry company, he’s mistaken. The specter of Dunning-Kruger rises again. “Mosby” is trying to counter this effect. He must think the engagement of militiamen and federal troops or police is not far off.

Having seem a few civil wars, and the aftermath of many others, we’re disinclined to see one go down here. We do agree, though, that people who haven’t had any tactical training should get some, and people who might be a little rusty probably need to train up some, too. There’s no harm in being prepared.

All in all, the website is a curious and interesting one. There, you see someone actively preparing for civil war. Maybe the choice of a Confederate colonel was entirely meet.

Not the wars, but the men who fought them

Beret flash of the 3rd Special Forces Group (Airborne)

ADM William McRaven, America’s top Special Operations officer, said during an award ceremony June 12th that the growing legend of the 3rd Special Forces Group comes “not from the wars you fought, but the men who fought them.” He had just decorated two 3rd Group men, CW2 JAson W. Myers and SSG Corey M. Calkins, with the Distinguished Service Cross, the nation’s second highest award for combat valor.

SSG Calkins, from ODA 3121, earned his medal in February, 2010,  in the chaotic aftermath of a complex IED-small arms attack that neutralized a Marine explosive ordnance disposal team and immobilized a convoy. The only American combat adviser there, Calkins led Afghan National Army soldiers in a violent counterattack. Myers, assistant commander of ODA 3321, likewise hung it all out when his convoy was under attack by a company-sized enemy element in a separate battle near the end of March that year.

SSG Calkins (r.) congratulated by ADM McRaven (l.) after pinning on DSC

3rd Special Forces Group has been to Afghanistan more than any other special operations element, and they expect to still be going — and fighting — after the planned withdrawal of conventional forces in 2014. The group also covers subsaharan Africa and parts of the Caribbean. The group was originally established in the 1960s, with men drawn from other groups, then eliminated in the Vietnam-era drawdown. It was reestablished in the late 1980s with cadre drawn from the 5th Special Forces Group. The four-color flash represents the four Special Forces units that contributed men to 3rd’s initial founding: 1st Special Forces Group (yellow), 5th (black), 7th (red), and Training Group (white flash).

The Army’s Special Operations Command website had the following information about the actions, and the award ceremony in Aaron Bank Hall (so RTWT!):

Calkins distinguished himself on Feb. 18, 2010 as part of a dismounted patrol consisting of U.S. Army, Marines and Afghan National Army Soldiers. During this patrol Calkins faced a formidable size enemy force in fortified positions. Facing this threat, Calkins assaulted his way through the area successfully suppressing the enemy force to allow the safe evacuation of three injured Marines.

“Corey Calkins constantly exposed himself to effective PRG, PKM and mortar fire as he almost single handedly routed the entrenched Taliban in order regain the vital terrain and to save the lives of his fellow Americans and Afghan partners,” said Adm. William H. McRaven, commander of U.S. Special Operations Command.

During the ceremony, vignettes were presented describing the actions of Myers and Calkins.  McRaven referenced the vignette when describing Calkins’ ability to rally troops to action.

“The ANA, spurred on by Sergeant Calkins’ undaunted drive towards the enemy, hurled themselves against the enemy in an apparent effort to match their mentor’s bravery and aggression,” said McRaven. “Undaunted drive…that says it all.”

Only two months after Calkins’ valorous actions Myers distinguished himself along a single lane road in the mountains of Afghanistan March 27 where his patrol was ambushed by an enemy force of approximately 75 to 100 insurgents. During this ambush Myers took command of the situation by directing movement, returning fire and providing medical aid all while exposing himself to enemy machine guns and rocket propelled grenades.

“There are so many heroes on my team and I am just so honored to be here,” said Myers. “I just did what needed to be done and I know that anyone else would have done the same.”

“Chief Myers did what no normal man would do,” said McRaven. “Chief Myers did what only a very small percentage of Soldiers in the history of the U.S. Army have done – he fought his way out of a deadly ambush by constantly exposing himself to RPGs, and PKM fire and rallying his force, saving the lives of his Afghan and American partners and then taking the fight to the enemy until victory was assured.”

via 120613-01 Green Berets awarded Distinguished Service Cross for Valor.

ADM McRaven (l.) pins the DSC on CW2 Myers

Along with the medal, the Admiral presented each man with a box of cigars.

They are the first men in the history of 3rd Group to receive the rare medal. The DSC’s replaced temporary awards of the Silver Star that had been made to the two men. They have also received the Bronze Star.

The local newspaper, the Fayetteville Observer, also covered the awards ceremony, with a dramatic writeup, many more quotes, and some closer-up photos.

While a DSC ceremony in the John F. Kennedy Auditorium in Aaron Bank Hall is a very impressive thing (we’ve  been there — applauding, not receiving!), we’d be remiss if we didn’t mention that 42 other Special Forces soldiers from 3rd Group are to valor awards in a separate ceremony. More at the link.

The best quote came from Chief Myers, who (like Calkins) was dismissive of his own heroism and tried to deflect praise onto his teammates and fellow soldiers in the 3rd Herd. “It seems kind of strange that I’d be here. There’s a lot of heroes in 3rd Group.”

A Price on Yer Head

Lately, bounties have been in the news… not the sort captained with exquisite seamanship and monstrous cruelty by the late Capt. Bligh RN, but the sort placed upon one’s head by one’s enemies. These are something very familiar to us in Special Forces, but they don’t always have the effects, practical and psychological, the bounty-placers are seeking.

The practical effect, of course, is to have someone bring the enemy your head in a bag, as a CIA officer rashly promised to do with Osama bin Laden’s head and President Bush’s desk, or at least bring the enemy information that leads to separation of such head, or at a minimum cessation of its alpha waves. The psychological effect desired is for you to fear betrayal and constantly reevaluate the loyalties of your immediate subordinates and staff, to inculcate paranoia and narrow your sphere of contact and influence.

There is some evidence that the latter took place, to some extent, in the realm of Bin Laden and he other Al Qaeda supremos. But the practical effect was nil. Nobody turned him in. Nobody squealed on him. None of his (admittedly attenuated) circle betrayed him. In the end, he was done in by very sophisticated all-source intelligence analysis processing information from, primarily, technical means of collection. (Well, in the end he was done in, we’re told, by two 77-grain Black Hills boat tails, but it took a lot of spookery to put the shooter in his bedroom).

Pay packet for the ultimate "don't be that guy" guy.

Bounties don’t usually work. There are several reasons why.

  1. The target and his circle are not motivated by money. They may actively disdain it.
  2. They may value money, but the life of the target is something they value far more. How much money would it take for you to violate a fundamental precept of your religion? To give up your children? That’s the point. (Think of the place held by thirty pieces of silver in Christian scripture and belief).
  3. The auxiliary and underground supporting the target fear him and his retribution.
  4. Those people who could betray him, do not trust the entity offering the bounty.
  5. The people who would betray him are kept outside the circle of knowledge of his location by elementary compartmentation, a feature of all successful undergrounds.
  6. The target and his organization have successfully inculcated in-group morality and an anti-snitching ethos in their culture. The Mafia code of omerta is a familiar example of this. The Taliban, as a Pashtun movement, have the essential building-blocks of in-group morality in the code of pushtunwali, their difficulty is to extend the code to embrace their Arab, Chechen etc. volunteers while deprecating its protection of the wounded, guests, travellers and captives.
  7. The bounty becomes instead a butt of humor. More on this anon.

But the bottom line is that bounties usually fail as a means of bringing targets to justice, whether justice means two years of mocking the legal system in our dysfunctional courts or taking a couple of rounds in the brain housing group.

Bounties come into the news periodically, recently because the US has placed them on more Islamic terrorists affiliated with al-Qaeda, as-Shabab, or various other gangs of bad actors. In the past, few of these bounties have been collected (even though many of the targeted guys have gone, shall we say, nonoperational), and there’s no reason to expect much better here.

But the clever men of As-Shabab have turned the whole meme back on the US, by offering a bounty on the heads of President Obama and Secretary Clinton. For Obama: ten camels. For Hillary: ten hens and ten cocks. The story’s been widely reported, for example here:

“Anyone who helps the Mujahideen find the whereabouts of Obama and Hillary Clinton will be rewarded with 10 Camels to the information leading to Obama and 10 hens and 10 cocks for Hillary,” said senior Shabaab commander Fuad Mohamed Khalaf in a statement reported on numerous websites.

Earlier this week… the U.S.offered $7 million for founder and commander Ahmed Abdi Aw-Mohamed, AKA Godane orMukhtar Abu Zubeir, five million for Khalaf and three other men, and $3 million apiece for two other leaders….

In his response to the U.S. rewards, Khalaf said that “infidels” offering bounties for Muslims was “nothing new.”

“There is nothing new in the fact that infidels pay to have Muslim leaders killed,” said Khalaf. “They already did that by offering camels for the head of Prophet Mohammed, and the dollar is the camel of today.”

Khalaf was referencing a passage in the Koran in which 100 camels were offered for the Prophet Mohammed as he fled Mecca for Medina.

“I can assure you that these kind of things will never dissuade us from continuing the holy war against them,” said Khalaf.

This is, of course, a joke, and all across Somalia and the greater Islamic ummah, these two American constitutional officers are a laughingstock today, and the bounty program is an object of mirth and mockery. Some of that tone comes up in the report above, filed by a Somali journalist. Expect these facts to be reported in the British but not American press, but expect them to get a lot of ink in the Islamic world. Even our allies against the extremists take a certain glee in seeing American hubris mocked.

This is what happens when you have always been told, as the President and many other Americans in decision-making positions have been told, that you are a Unique and Special Snowflake and that your excellence is blinding in its brilliance and your intellect is without peer –all in aid of polishing your self-esteem, from the earliest age. You naturally internalize this belief, and conversely assume that comically-bearded men in cotton mandresses and plastic shoes are stupid and beneath your consideration. You (to use another president’s remarkable accidental neologism) misunderestimate them. Then they make an ass out of you. This is the capsule story of American information operations in the Islamic world.

This must be especially puzzling for those denizens of Washington whose senses of humour, particularly about themselves, are less robust tan they might be. We leave naming these persons as an exercise for the reader.

(Aside: why is Secretary Panetta absent from the bounty list? Two possibilities: 1, they have limited supplies of livestock and have to prioritize; 2, they think he’s more advantageous for them than any possible replacement).

As we mentioned, SF has long experience with bounties. During the Vietnam war, our guys used bounties as a means to keep our indigenous troops, many of whom had a blood score to settle with any and all lowland ethnic Vietnamese, from whacking prisoners. Prisoners were highly valuable for the information in their heads, but long-victimized Montagnards or Cambodians might know that in their heads, but lose control when an actual, living, breathing example of the race that abused them was at their mercy. The bounty was an incentive given in-house to produce a desired effect. Occasionally it even worked, especially if American round eyes were kept upon the prisoner in case intervention was needed. (On the plus side, having a bunch of frustrated Bodes stropping knives nearby usually made for a voluble and honest interrogation subject).

The other way round, the NVA placed bounties on SF men, particularly on reconnaissance teams. The bounty was a standard part of Unit 559’s counter-reconnaissance plans (Unit 559 ran, and provided security for, the road and trail network collectively called “the Ho Chi Minh trail”). Most of these bounties went uncollected, but we have our doubts about a couple of disturbing incidents where the team’s indigenous personnel returned from a mission to report that all two or three Americans on the team were lost (a typical team was six men with two Americans, but sometimes a third was along. The other four or so men were indigenous, all usually from the same ethnic or religious minority in Vietnam).  In most of that relative handful of cases, the missing Americans remain missing, although they’ve almost certainly been dead since their mission, and the Carter Administration had them presumptively declared dead in 1977 to cut off money for benefits to their families.

The bounty continued as a tool of various Communist and Communist-inspired terrorist and revolutionary movements. There was a bounty on USSF in El Salvador. In Bolivia in the 1990s on a training mission, we were informed by our host-nation counterpart, we’ll call him Captain Z, that the ELN (National Liberation Army) terrorist group had placed a bounty of $50,000 on our heads, but not to worry about it. Why not? “Everyone knows they don’t really have that kind of money,” he said. “If I thought they did, I’d turn you in myself!” Thanks, guy. (See reason it doesn’t work #4 above).

Later, in Afghanistan not long after SF and Afghan tribal forces had liberated the country, the Taliban was offering $6,000 to take an indirect fire (rocket or mortar) shot at the Americans. They had few takers, partly because the hills were alive with the promise of liberation, freedom, and a better future, and partly because they feared American retribution more than they wanted $6k (that’s really saying something, as the average single guy there was trying to raise a bride-price of as much as $10,000 so he could get married, and on the rare occasion that there was any work the going wage was $1.50 a day — $2 for very hazardous work, like coal mining).

The then conventional Army came, and now plenty of Afghans shoot at us for free. Progress!

So, the idea of offering a bounty is nothing new, but it is seldom crowned with success. (In this way it’s like the gun buybacks that are offered by urban PDs. Gangbangers use them to dispose of hot murder weapons, making evidence permanently disappear, but mostly they collect  old and broken guns, or cheap guns that retail for less than the buyback amount, which are smuggled specifically to make a profit on the buyback).

And the as-Shabab bounties can only be called a failure, because the terrorists’ superior information operations cycle and imagination turned it into a spectactular joke.

Note: the “30 pieces of silver” image came from here, a Christian website that illustrates various scriptural motifs.

Wanna fight? With swords? Clang!

Bestselling novelist (Cryptonomicon, the Baroque Trilogy, etc) Neal Stephenson has a new project, and he wants your help.

Basically, Clang! will create a PC video game that allows users to swordfight. (Neal is calling it “Clang,” but we really think it needs an exclamation point: “Clang!” Isn’t that better? We think so). It will use a controller based on commercial off the shelf technology. You’ll hold the controller in your hands, and set-to with an opponent.

There’s been a lot of renewed interest in swordfighting lately. For example, the Higgins Armory Museum in Worcester, Massachusetts, has weekend classes for basic and advanced would-be knights; colleges and universities report more interest in traditional fencing clubs and teams, which have at times neared extinction. (We’d recommend the Higgins, which has an absolutely wonderful display of historical armor and edged weapons, as a must visit, if it weren’t in tourist-hostile Massachusetts).

So Clang! (we’re sticking with the exclamation point) seems like it comes at a fertile moment. Stephenson and his firm, Subotai Corporation, need to raise a half-million dollars by July 9th to make it happen. Kickstarter is a crowd-sourcing fundraising tool that allows them to do just that. Amazingly, they’ve already almost halfway to the goal. Neal has a lot of fans, or swordfighting does.

How realistic is it going to be? Here you run into two grinding technical problems. One, is that it’s impossible to duplicate the haptic feedback of a real fight. In a real fight, you can (and do) whack your opponent in the face with your pommel, throw sand in his face, kick him off balance, as well as strike him and his sword. There’s no real way to model that. The other is speed. A real sword or knife fight, like a real barroom fist fight, is fast. It’s not like the choreographed Hollywood western or Jackie Chan movie. It’s usually over in one violent blow. And the fighters (the winning ones, anyway) usually move faster than current consumer tech has the resolution to capture.

Symbol of the Brothers of the Shield -- an artefact from the Clang! alternate history.

They’re going to handle the speed issue with tachypshycia — slowing things down, the way your sudden stress, hyper-concentration and narrowed perceptual field do in a real fight. This is going to make Clang! more useful as a game, and (sadly) less ueful as a training tool.

Training? (What? Yes, training. You need to be ready. You never responded to a significant other’s report of a prowler in the basement with a sword in your hand? Wins many valuable Man Points even if, as usual, there is no prowler). Incidentally, a Gladius Iberius or its close knock-off, a mid-19th-Century artilleryman’s sword, is a great indoor sword. Just sayin’.

The FAQ yields more details about Clang!:

  • Initially it will be about European-style two-handed broadsword fighting. Either the developers or third parties will be adding things like Japanese kenjutsu if the first module succeeds. Hai! (We want gladiator combat!)
  • Initially it will be for the PC. It sounds like a Mac version is a weak maybe, and a Linux version extremely unlikely.
  • Initially it’s going to be internet multiplayer, one on one. You won’t be able to play against
  • It can’t work with the WII and other game consoles for technical reasons — basically, they don’t have the resolution and they have too much latency, even for slowed-down gameplay.
  • It ties into an alternate “Mongoliad” universe that Neal’s fans already know about. The backstory is this: a group of Greek warriors founded a militant monastery, that was later Christianized (and Latinized) as the Ordo Militum Vindicis Intactae, or the Shield-Brethren. The three volumes of The Mongoliad, which are (one) or will be (fall, and 2013) available at Amazon.com,

We love swords. We have three Afghan swords, including a reputed “Taliban Beheading Sword,” on display by the fireplace in Hog Manor, although at some time they may migrate into the gun room or trophy room. We’ll be watching the Kickstarter project for Clang! with great interest. There’s much more information at the Clang! page, including two videos from Neal.

Color Film of Iwo Jima

This is aomething we didn’t know existed: color film from one of America’s bloodiest WWII battles. It’s a bit blocky and artifact-laden in this digital transfer, but it’s interesting to see.

Some thoughts:

The place was as bleak as subsequent filmmakers made it out to be; both of Clint Eastwood’s Iwo movies, the miniseries The Pacific, and even the old John Wayne vehicle The Sands of Iwo Jima all showed a less color saturated world (well, Sands was in black and white, which is desaturation ridden all the way to the last station).

None of them seems to have captured the weird carpeting of ruined, twisted tree limbs. Any former grunt who watches this will pick right up on that: Ooh, that must have been the very devil to walk in. 

Flamethrowers may be marginal as weapons, but it’s hard to beat them as psychological engines of atavistic fear. Fun fact: there are no Federal restrictions whatsoever on the sale or possession of flamethrowers.

The Japanese POWs — the few of them — seem to be glad to be alive.

The Japanese fought, they thought, for their honor, their lives, their nation, their way of life, and their race. All of these are points of identity and you don’t reason a guy out of his identity. A war of identity, like religious or race wars for example, either settles into an equilibrium of violence that both sides can live with, or one side or the other crushes and annihilates or assimilates its foe. By this point, Iwo Jima, the military and naval power of Japan is nearly crushed (Okinawa would close that gap), and the nation is on an inevitable slide to assimilation into a postwar world dominated by the former Allies.

So why didn’t the professional military officers, who certainly know when they’re beaten, capitulate?  In part, because Japan’s totalitarian propaganda machine even propagandized its own leaders, lying about Japanese battle results and casualties, leaving them unable to deal rationally with a very tough problem set. And in part, because it was a war of identity, and you never ask a man to yield his identity, much less a nation, with any hope of success.

You ultimately have to kill him. Which is what we ultimately had to do to the Imperial Japanese Navy and the bulk of the Army.

In the peace, Japan did lose part of its identity, while — inevitably — it retained a great deal more, and it became a Japan more respected and beloved among nations that the victorious Japan of 1942 had ever been. At a price that was very great; cities erased (not just Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but much of Tokyo, thanks to fire-bomb raids more horrible than the A-bomb strikes); wealth and industry squandered; empty seats in every house — if the family had the good fortune to retain a house. Had the planned invasion of Honshu taken place, the American general’s threat that “the Japanese language will be spoken only in Hell” would have come close to reality. Extermination.

But… while the war brought incalculable suffering to Japan (suffering the island nation reaped as a whirlwind for having sown an ill wind), one suspects that today’s Japan is a better place on many levels, and her people better off, than had the militaristic and absolutist government of the 1927-45 era somehow continued.

Maybe those fortunate POW survivors in the film somehow sensed that. One hopes they lived to old age and sired happy families.

D-Day Jump Plane Gets a new coat of paint

Thanks to the 19th Air Support Operations Squadron, an Air Force unit that provides Joint Terminal Attack Controllers (the guys that call the bombs in) to deployed Army units, a historic C-47 (military DC-3) that was donated to the Ft. Campbell-based BG Don Pratt Memorial Museum about 20 years ago is getting a fresh coat of paint.

The story and photo come from the post paper, the Ft. Campbell Courier, which has a lot more quotes and information about the plane and its restoration. We thought we’d pull the paragraphs about this particular airplane’s history. The high point of its career was carrying elements of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment from Upottery, England to Normandy, where they exited at “J+30” or about 0115 on D-Day.

The C-47 was built in 1942 by the Douglas Aircraft Company in Long Beach, Calif. and was later assigned to the 92nd Troop Carrier Squadron, 439th Troop Carrier Group, 53rd Troop Carrier Wing, 9th Troop Carrier Command at Baer Field, Indianapolis, Ind. In February 1944, the aircraft was flown to Europe and initially stationed in Baldertaon, England.  Eventually the aircraft was moved to Upottery, England.

The 42-100828 participated in the invasion of Normandy on D-Day. Piloted by 2nd Lt. Porter A Smith, the aircraft was part of a 45-plane serial and had the mission of dropping paratroopers from the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment into Drop Zone “C.” The paratroopers on board made up Chalk 53 and were likely from Headquarters Company or D Company, 506th PIR.

In September 1944, 42-100828 and her unit were relocated to Juvincourt, France. Flown by 2nd Lt. Lawrence O. Slagle, the aircraft was used in Operation DRAGOON in mid-August 1944 and towed gliders from England to Holland on Sept. 18, 1944 as part of Operation MARKET-GARDEN. The aircraft also dropped CG-4A gliders filled with medical supplies, fuel and ammunition to the 101st Airborne Division during the Defense of Bastogne, Belgium in December 1944. The aircraft also participated in the airborne invasion of Germany code-named Operation VARSITY in March 1945.

After World War II, the aircraft remained in Europe until the early 1990s. While in Europe the aircraft was stationed in France, Italy, Belgium and Germany with the U.S. Air Force. In November 1950, 42-100828 was transferred to Norway under the Mutual Defense Aid Program. In 1956 Norway transferred the plane to Denmark. While in Denmark, the aircraft was leased by the Danes to Twickenham Film Studios to use in the film “A Bridge Too Far.”

The aircraft made her last flight with the Danish Air Force in July 1982 and was taken out of service and placed in storage. The aircraft was sold into civilian service in the early 1990s and flown to Fort Campbell where it was donated to the BG Don F. Pratt Memorial Museum.

via Volunteer restoration – The Fort Campbell Courier: News.

While it’s nice that this very historic airplane will be preserved (well, to the extent that an outdoor static display is preserved; most of them ultimately wind up ruined by the elements and consigned to scrapyards), it’s a pity that it was taken out of flying service.

Surprisingly, D-Day veteran C-47s are not extremely rare today, while most “warbird” aircraft have no combat record. The reasons are multiple, but include:

  • the sheer number of planes used on D-Day;
  • the lasting military and commercial utility of the C-47, which kept them flying in service  for decades (the last ones in airline service in the USA, in Alaska, were actually shut down after 9/11 in a typically boneheaded action by the TSA).  So a lot of D-Day veterans had an economic purpose, unlike most combat planes;
  • the rapid obsolescence of propeller-driven bomber and fighter planes at war’s end, thanks to the emerging turbojet;
  • the harder use to which combat planes were put, making them wear out with fewer airplane and engine hours than a cargo plane flown mostly on airfield-to-airfield straight-line “milk runs”; and,
  • massive American warplane production which meant that there were new, fresh airframes available after the war for the smaller peacetime services, encouraging the scrapping of most combat planes.

If you want an airworthy C-47 with D-Day provenance, be prepared to pay in the neighborhood of $150,000 to $350,000, but that’s where the spending begins. Maintenance is expensive, and fuel even more so. The more authentic it is, the more difficult it will be to get the FAA to allow you to carry passengers on fund-raising hops or skydivers seeking a “vintage experience.” (This may be completely ruled out, if FAA lawyers get their way. They are currently trying to ban all passenger rides in vintage military aircraft, and will probably need to be smacked down by Congress).

The DC-3 wasn’t exactly a “weapon”. (At least, it wasn’t until the 1960s at the AC-47 gunship). But it was a very important ingredient in victory in World War II, and later in the Cold War. No other nation had a transport fully equivalent, except for Britain and Russia, which used Lend-Lease C-47s, and Japan (and Russia), which built them under license. (The German Ju53/3m served the same logistical role, but was an inferior aircraft in most practical measures except simplicity and ruggedness, where it had an edge. It too served for some years after the war in several countries, but was obsolete before the current warbird preservation movement would have ensured survival of any number. We think only three are still flying today, one in the US and two in Europe).

While the US had planes flying faster and higher, and hauling more, by war’s end,  a measure of the greatness of the DC-3 is that it is the only plane to be operated by all major combatants in World War II (the Germans used captured examples for clandestine missions).

We’ll close with a quote from the same story:

“It’s a part of history,” said Staff Sgt. Sonny Bumgardner, a logistics specialist with 19th ASOS. “It’s a very big part of history; Air Force history, Army history, Army Air Corps history. It’s nice. It’s at the intersection here where everyone sees it. Thousands of people see it every day. We don’t want it to look [bad].”

What word do you think Sonny actually said to the reporter? We have a guess!

Down Under so long their brains drained?

Lord love a duck. Gravity-induced brain drain is a pretty dumb idea, but it’s still the best explanation we can think of for the public reaction in Australia to a series of photos like this.

 

Oh noes! Australians with guns (Turks, Rommel, Tojo, Ho and sissies RUN AWAY!)

Yep, two fit-looking young guys gooning with guns in a shop. They’re not breaking any safety rules in particular (the guns aren’t pointed at each other or the photographer. Well, they could take their fingers off the triggers, thanks). The guns are unremarkable, a pistol and shotguns — indeed, the picture was taken in a shop in Californistan, where the natives are not allowed to even gaze upon semi-automatics with standard-capacity detachable magazines. (The only way to get a gun like that is be a member of the Sinaloa drug cartel. In that case, Eric Holder’ll hook you up).

These guys are on the Aussie swim team and they were training for the Olympics in California. (We dunno why. It’s winter in the Southern Hemisphere, maybe, or maybe there’s a good facility there? You tell us). Anyway, as any American soldier from the last bunch of wars can tell you, Australians are great to have around, which is why we keep inviting them — and poor bastards, they keep accepting. Thanks, Diggers… we in SF have a good working relationship with Australian SAS and its ad-hoc offshoot, the AATTV. (There was even one Mike Force element with an all-Australian cadre in I Corps — that’s how integrated these guys were with USSF). In all seriousness, the Australians have been our single most reliable ally since, perhaps, when we came late to WWI, where they were already pretty busy.

But the guys who once promulgated Regulation .303 seem to be on the tip of a spear held by a pouty, doughy crybaby, judging from the reaction back home to these photos. The poor athletes have been all but crucified in the press, with all of the bien pensants of OZ competing over who gets to hold the nails and swing the hammer. Here’s a sample, courtesy of a rather less-infantile Aussie, Tim Blair:

Gun Control Australia spokesman John Crook said it was a new low for the athletes …“It’s a disgrace to the Olympic swimming team,’’ Mr Crook said. “I doubt they have the moral sensitivity to be concerned about human suffering.”

How in the name of Niffelheim does holding a firearm equate to a position on human suffering? And by what bizarre and degraded mental process does holding a weapon produce a “disgrace.” Mr Crook so poorly applies deductive logic, that one suspects he’s actually some peculiar form of antipodean marsupial who stewed two long in his mama’s pouch. If better Australians than he hadn’t held weapons in their day, he might well have grown up a subject of the god-emperor Hirohito. Maybe he’d be cool with that.

Apparently the two, Nick D’Arcy and Kenrick Monk have been summoned back to the homeland to face the music.

Controversial swimmers Nick D’Arcy and Kenrick Monk could face sanctions from the Australian Olympic Committee after posting photos of themselves posing with high powered guns.

Controversial? Sanctions, for Christ’s sake? “Posing with high-powered guns”? What does the Australian Olympic Committee plan to do with the national shooting team, who are also entered in the Olympics, and actually are bringing whole crates and boxes of guns with them? Can you keelhaul someone under a whole continent?

They may be in breach of Australian Olympic Committee social media policy:

“We think it’s foolish and inappropriate and we are awaiting an investigation by Swimming Australia. Then we’ll look at it,” AOC chef de mission for the Games Nick Green said last night.

“This incident serves as a warning to all athletes on the 2012 team about the dangers of social media.

No, it’s a warning about the dangers of the brain-dead bunyips who are running the AOC. They should be placed in rooms with neoprene wallpaper and no inside door handles, for their own safety and that of all Australia. Shorter Nick Green: “Verdict first, then trial.”

“We say again to our athletes, do not put anything up on social media that you would not share with your mother or your grandmother.”

We don’t know about you but all our living ancestors know about us and guns. Before we go too deep down the Lord Love a Duck response here, let’s just give the floor back to Mr Blair, who is as Australian as Holden cars, koalas, and the Great Barrier Reef:

Are firearms something shameful to be concealed from mothers or grandmothers? Not in my family, where women know their way around guns and rifles.

That’s Blair’s (and his family’s) view, but he make it clear it’s far from universal in Oz, as he quotes more bien-pensant vapours:

If medals were awarded for insensitivity and stupidity, the self-styled bad boys of the sport would be fighting each other for the top of the podium.

Posing with high-powered weapons is beyond just childish. It is an affront to crime victims and breathtakingly crass nearing the 40th anniversary of the massacre of Israeli athletes at the Munich Olympics.

An affront to crime victims? You’re kidding, right? And everybody does know that the principal reasons the Israeli athletes were massacred is (1) they and their security were not armed, unlike their assailants, and (2) the German sharpshooters who were to plug the terrorists — there is no way to say this nicely — blew it, through a perfect stew of cowardice and incompetence. The Israelis weren’t killed by guns so much as by a lack of them, in the hands of people with the will and skill to use them for good.

Back to Blair speaking in his own voice, not quoting bozos:

Two men stand with some weapons in California and it leads to Australia-wide gun panic. Evidently we’ve forgotten that Australia has a 17-member Olympic shooting squad. You want to see Olympians posing with high-powered guns? Just hit those links. At least none of them posed insensitively next to a swimming pool. After all, more people usually drown each year in Australia than die in shootings.

via TWO GUYS IN A SHOP | Daily Telegraph Tim Blair Blog.

Two of Blair’s commenters seem particularly on point.

Ian M replied to sdog
Fri 08 Jun 12 (08:46am)

So who ramped up this sanctimonious gitfest? I need to boycott someone.

Every right we enjoy was won for us by high spirited young men with guns and paid for at a horrendous cost by high spirited young men with guns. And right now they are still being protected and paid for by high spirited young men with guns.

Lest we forget!

It is because the anti-gun people believe that guns, all guns, contain demons. If you hold them or have your picture taken with them they think that the demons enter your body and may force you into a berserk state.

Like most primitive superstitions, it is very difficult to counter by reason.

 

No doubt there have been more, and more biting, comments since.

How can we help these poor benighted people? Maybe we need to all take pictures of guns laid out on Australian flags, or something. Particularly, guns associated with Australian history that Australian subjects can no longer own after various incidents of bedwetting panic.

One oughtn’t let extreme cases dictate public policy, and one oughtn’t blame tools for the actions of men — or Canadians would be looking to ban knives and forks right now. But both results come about when one lets emotion vanquish reason. It’s sad to see that happening in the wonderful nation of Australia, and good to see Mr Blair fighting it.

Long Arms of the Revolutionary War (Videos)

Thanks to commenter “Tom,” who pointed to the videos online, we have two excellent videos showing West Point instructor then-MAJ Arthur Alphin demonstrating the most essential long arms of the Revolutionary War: the smoothbore musket (in this case the Land Pattern Brown Bess which was in British service with few modifications for over 100 years) and the Kentucky rifle.

The first video discusses the technology, operation, key manual of arms points and tactical employment of the smoothbore musket:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0fKc-vErCE

The second, the Kentucky rifle, with a shoot-off exposing both its strengths and weaknesses vis-a-vis the musket: accuracy and velocity versus rate and volume of fire. Not many men have the confidence, curiosity and opportunity to shoot an 18th-century weapon on a modern Trainfire (pop-up target) range, but MAJ Alphin does (the range looks like one at Camp Smith to us).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ch8DBstocgE

MAJ Alphin also places these weapons where they belonged in the technical evolution of weapons, between pikes and matchlocks (and short-lived wheellock and snaphaunce systems) and the rifled musket of the mid-19th century, made possible by the patchless expanding projectile (best-known example being the Minié ball of the Civil War).

Unlike too many hobbyist videos you can find on the net, these professional videos are quite accurate as far as they go. They use the video medium effectively to describe the military consequences of these weapons designs, which, remember, were state of the art for their day. MAJ Alphin, as you might expect for a professional instructor, speaks directly, clearly and without hesitation, stammering or groping for a word (he probably is working from a script, which is never a bad idea when instructing in lecture format, video or no).

Quibbles? A few. While the Colonial troops were armed with the Brown Bess early in the conflict (and the militia tended to be throughout), imported — smuggled through a British blockade, actually — French Charlevilles soon came to predominate, and when Americans designed their own weapons for their own army after the war, the new Springfield muskets owed far more to the Charleville than to the British counterpart.

In some ways this is a distinction without a difference — if you examine enough 18th Century flintlocks you will find that there are few material differences between them, with the muskets carried throughout the Flintlock Era by the soldiers of Austria, Prussia, Sweden, Russia and other powers differing only in style, not substance, from their British and French contemporaries.

If you haven’t fired these weapons you should try to find the opportunity to do so. They’re great fun. While we know people who fire original flintlocks, it’s generally not recommended — we’re talking about cottage-industry steel that’s been subject to 300 years of corrosion, and Lord knows what molecular and crystalline degradation. (Indeed, a great point that Alphin makes (in passing) in both videos,  is that the evolution of the weapons was driven in part by the technology: metallurgy, precision machine tools. Remember that any Revolutionary-era rifle or musket was made entirely by hand or with tools powered by animal treadmills or water wheels, and that interchangeable parts were not yet invented — even the screws tend to be one-offs).

Original flintlock guns are always available on the market (and some dealers specialize in them) and the prices begin under two thousand dollars, and have essentially no upper bound. A weapon’s quality, provenance and condition are all very important to its price, but the basic equation is always that of supply and demand. This is not a field for the amateur or novice collector to venture into without education and, perhaps, a guide: because modern reproductions are so commonly available, fakes abound.

On the plus side, the modern reproductions are safe to shoot and give a reasonable impression of the real thing.

These videos are two of a larger set. While, as government documents, they’re in the public domain, some switched-on USMA-related or veterans’ charity would do well to collect a set and make them available on disc or by download for a donation. We’d be down with that).

Obstacle Course Helmet Cam

This is neat. This is apparently a video prepared by the team of in-service recruiters that finds SEALs and Boat Guys for Naval Special Warfare, and it shows the SEAL obstacle-course at Coronado.

Left side of the split screen is a helmet cam (do they normally do this with helmets, or is it just a way to attach the cam?) with an elapsed time counter. Right side is an external view of the helmet-cam-wearing dude running the course. Very well done video, very professional, except for the annoying generic metal music.

US Navy SEALs Obstacle Course Helmet Cam – YouTube.

O-courses were once a very common thing in the military, but three things have reduced their prevalence.

  1. the costs of maintaining them are pretty high, usually because they’re thrown up by an engineer unit with no thought about long-term durability, and then never maintained until they’re condemned, or so rickety that condemnation isn’t far off.
  2. the occasional loss of a drunken private whose midnight  climb became a midnight plummet. This causes a lot of handwringing in the offices of staff judge advocates (aka al-Qaeda liaison officers)and is inimical to the “safety first, mission maybe” culture of Big Green (Big Blue, Big Haze Grey, etc).
  3. The whole mythos and drive for women in combat. Imagine the toughest, strongest woman you know… maybe a pro mountain/rock climber, a crossfit Amazon, whoever. Now put her, mentally, on the rope obstacles — the transfer rope — the high wall — all of the climbing-oriented obstacles.  OK, now imagine it’s her third time through between other exercises, and everybody started on the verge of utter muscle failure, because that’s the reality of the obstacle course as a real-world preparatory training aid. While your crossfit rock-climbing Amazon may still pass, she will leave most of her mortal sisters behind, and worse, from the point of view of Rangerette advocates, it will be extremely difficult for an observer not to notice the vastly different centers of the male and female bell-curves of performance on the obstacle course.

These problems have led to a lot of them being bulldozed. SOF still use them as election tools and condifence builders. This course is similar to the one used at SFQS/SFQC, although that has also got a fiendish set of tunnels that act as a pretty good claustrophobia check.

There are two obstacle courses at Ranger School, both of them involving rather more unpleasantness than this one. There’s a lot of water (usually cold) and filth, and of course, the water and the mud clings to the obstacles and makes the logs and ropes slippery and treacherous. And a panting, gasping, surging pack of other students is on there with you. You need to be about twice as strong to do the Malvesti Field Obstacle Course (old timers: this is the one with the “worm pit”) or the Darby Queen under actual course conditions as you do to just run it by yourself in clean, dry conditions and clothing.

You see, one thing this movie doesn’t show is how the SEAL candidates normally negotiate these obsstacles. Our guess (not being SEALs) is that everybody’s on it all at once, and — and this is the hard bit — that this is not something they do clean, fresh and rested, but something they do in between other evolutions that involve salt water, mud, and sand, so that evrybody behind the first guy is slipping and sliding in mud and grime. And also, that they’re all pretty beat when they start the first time, not fresh, rested and ready.

Also, we really doubt that they do the course once. Those balance logs have to be a lot tougher on the fifth time through, when you’re teetering (literally) on the brink of muscle failure.