Category Archives: Troops

This just in from the Civil War…

The (apparently) world’s first combat submarine, which few alive today have ever seen. Now you can be one of them. You’d never have gotten me in that thing. I’m the descendant of  infantrymen. But I can’t help but admire the sailors who volunteered for the H.L. Hunley—and perished.

Black Cat

The rearing black cat on the yellow circle on the nose of these Hueys reminds me they were our resupply and courier service in Viet Nam in 1969. This is one of their bases somewhere near Da Nang.

Note the M-60 machinegun tilted downward on the left side of the bird on the right. Nobody went unarmed. Even our Medevacs had door guns. Old times.

LTC George D. Wolfe, Jr. R.I.P.

“Retired Army Lieutenant Colonel George D. Wolfe Jr., of Ligonier, [PA], passed away at his home Tuesday, Dec. 27, 2011. He was born Jan. 14, 1934, in Gettysburg, to the late Rev. George D. Wolfe and Vernie Warner Wolfe….

“George was a husband, a father, a grandfather, an uncle, a brother and a friend, but one role that he was especially proud of was that of Army Infantryman.

“He was a career serviceman and a highly decorated Vietnam War veteran. He served in many units and battalions, but the one closest to his heart was the 26th Infantry Regiment of the 1st Infantry Division….Interment will follow at a future date in Ft. Benning, Ga….”

As a young captain, Wolfe commanded Infantry Officer’s Candidate School class 504-68 at Ft. Benning, of which I was a graduate in June, 1968. He had talked me out of quitting, when the daily stress of the six-month program finally wore me down.

Although I was commissioned in Armor, I fought in Vietnam as an Infantry lieutenant, and like Lieutenant Colonel Wolfe, I have always been proud of being an Infantryman.

Via The Pittsburgh Tribune-Review.

Obozo and Mooch would rather par-tay

Incredibly, more than three months after at least one American combat soldier died unnecessarily and two months after the issue was first raised on the Net, wounded American troops in Afghanistan still are waiting longer than necessary for Medevac helicopters to arrive.

Because the Medevacs wear red crosses and, therefore, under Army policy cannot carry defensive guns. So the medical birds have to wait for gunships to escort them and, sometimes, the gunships are busy.

Would seem simple enough. Remove the red crosses, which only aggravate the Muslim enemy (not to mention the Muslim allies), and mount defensive guns and gunners.

Too hard for the modern Army to grasp, apparently. (Similar to their refusal to stop driving Humvees on mined roads in Iraq.) Even though, as war correspondent Michael Yon notes, our medics are not adorned with red crosses (as they were in World War II) and they do carry rifles.

Obozo, of course, could have already solved the Medevac problem with a phone call. But it seems he’s too busy playing golf, or else following Mooch and the children around for ice cream and so forth on their latest taxpayer-paid vacation. What a commander-in-chief, right? Yeah.

The Huey

Never occurred to me at the time (1969-70) that the Army would replace these birds with bigger and faster ones. The Huey, or UH-1B, being small, was harder to hit. But, compared to a Blackhawk, it was pokey slow.

Headquarters unit

First of several American war in Vietnam photos I’ll be running here. This is my old headquarters unit from RF-PF advisory days in 1969.

Guy on left is my RTO holding my M-79 while I take the pix. Next to him is Mr. B.’s future godfather in his younger days. I hope the rest of them also survived but, since I didn’t keep their names, I have no way of knowing.

How radical is Obamalot?

We’re about to find out just how far the vacationer-in-chief will take his Leftist, pro-Muslim politics, now that urban, supposedly-sophisticated Egyptians have voted in the radical Islamists.

As Spengler puts it, Egypt is becoming a banana republic without the bananas. One that, indeed, cannot even feed itself.

And it would be, as he adds here, “an obscenity” for us to continue to supply arms to these religious fanatics. We’ll see whether Obamalot—which stupidly pulled the rug out from under our old ally Mubarak—has the decency to sever our military aid to this budding Somalia on the Nile.

Unlike Spengler, I wouldn’t be opposed to some food aid for the hungry—even knowing that the new Muslim Brotherhood kleptocracy would take most of it—but, please, no more M-1 tanks, M- and F-16s, spare parts, and other arms, shells and ammunition.

For our own, as well as for Israel’s sake, stop it all now.