THESE AIN'T "GOODY'S POWDERS" !
Turning
"lemons" into "lemonade" is really
a lesson in combat survival
The situation at LZ Incoming (see "LZ
Incoming" and "LZ Incoming Redux")
created more problems than just the NVA wanting us to "die for our
country". We were forced to use our howitzer like mortars, firing
many, many missions at low charges. Firing so many
Charge 1 and Charge 2 missions as counter-mortar fire (recalling that there are
a total of seven (7) powder charges to each round) resulted in
overflowing powder pits. The Chief of Smoke was gravely injured when an enemy
mortar ignited one of those overflowing powder pits. Other powder pits had been
hit by mortars, too, but the injuries, other than burns, weren’t big problems.
Besides, no one wanted to get on a MedEvac. Every time a MedEvac ~ or any other
kind of helicopter ~ approached LZ Incoming, enemy mortars and snipers would
crank up, hammering on our hill with increasing ferocity as the helicopter
neared. Consequently, helicopters couldn’t land. They would pass slowly over
the chopper pad, a few feet off the ground. If you wanted off the chopper, you
jumped and rolled. If you wanted on the chopper, you ran, jumped and held on for
dear life.
The overly rapid
accumulation of unused powder bags was creating too many opportunities for casualties
where MedEvac might be necessary. This concerned everyone on the hill. The men came up with a couple of innovative and sometimes
"fun"
solutions. One was to pile unspent powder around a trip flare on an inner ring
of trip flares. That way, if the flare were tripped, the resulting flame would
torch anything in the vicinity and probably provide toast for breakfast,
too. The NVA watched us set these up. To make them even more interesting,
the powder pile would also occasionally be wired to a Claymore
mine detonator so that, if the spirit moved you, one of the guys on the
perimeter could create an firestorm "event" just to be unpredictable.
Unpredictability is good!
With the partially
destroyed guns, we had other opportunities to get rid of the powder. If, for
example, you put the shell casing in the howitzer full of powder charges, and
then jam the rest of the barrel full of powder bag charges, too, you’ve got yourself one
HELL of a flamethrower! At night, with the barrel hanging over the
perimeter wire, it was an awesome sight! A 40 ft tongue of white hot flame,
laced with red sparks from powder that was still igniting.
Unfortunately,
this neat little trick
can also melt your friend, Mr. Barbed Wire. The wire just sags right to
the ground. And you go completely
"night blind" for a while if you are not ready for one of these babies when it
fires. And the heat! Even from behind the gun shield, it takes your breath away.
The grunts, after the demo, began avoiding us, I think. They found reasons to
stop wandering
through the battery area. I suspect that they thought we were crazy.
They might
have been right.
Nonetheless, I
really wanted to use this to deal with a ground assault. After all, the
really bad ground assault came right through those two gun positions. We
demonstrated the howitzers in "flamethrower mode" one night. After that, we
didn’t have any probes or attacks of any sort on that side of the perimeter.
The NVA could not have been any more awed than we were with this newest toy.
After my bunker
escape adventure, a number of the men were feeling even more worried about
mortar attacks. After all, if the ammo bunker blowing up from a mortar attack
nearly got me [and my "gallant" BC], were they not also vulnerable, too?
I seem to recall
that we had discussions after the exploding ammo bunker depleted all of the
rounds. The discussions all concerned white phosphorus rounds. For some reason,
there were no Willie Pete or WP [white phosphorus] rounds in the two destroyed
positions. But we had slightly more than 150 in the remaining ammo
bunkers. If one exploded on our little hill, the blast radius would cover nearly
the entire area of the battery and some of the infantry area, too. We had 150 or
more. The men were worried.
Shipping than
elsewhere was not an option. That would require stacking them in an ammo net and
having a slow-moving Chinook helicopter hover over the ammo loaded into the net.
If we stacked the ammo outside the battery area, it might get hit by mortar or
sniper fire. If we stacked it inside the battery, the enemy would be trying to
shoot down the Chinook right on top of us. If they succeeded in killing that big
chopper and it crashed on top of us, it would be even more spectacular than
having the WP explode! But, the WP blowing up would still happen.
We had to fire it.
That was the safest thing to do. Since we were in the middle of a target rich
environment (with us being the targets), some of the men wanted to use it for counter mortar fire and they
also wanted to start using it for harassing and interdicting fire (H&I's) in our
immediate vicinity. The suggestions sounded good to me.
We began creating
end executing our own fire missions ~ pick a good spot for mortars and, in the
middle of the night when their "shift" was probably changing, lob WP rounds
on top of them…..with time fuses so that the airbursts would scatter the WP as
far as possible. On two occasions, we got secondary explosions. The guys who
picked the coordinates for those targets won the contest those nights.
On my own, I
probably would never have thought of the innovative things the men offered.
But the ideas completely changed the dynamics of the battery on that little
hill. We felt trapped in the first week or so when we were there; the enemy
would accept horrible losses to overrun us – and they almost succeeded. The things
we did to strike back, however, like "trip flares with a bonus", the
"Claymore Surprise", the WP attacks and "Buddha's giant
flamethrower",
gave us the confidence that we would hang on to that piece of terrain and
inflict terrible losses on the enemy. And we did. Eventually, we could
even land helicopters there. We were back in control.
Someone got an
American flag in the mail. One of the guys chopped down a tall, skinny tree from
the surrounding jungle and we few our flag. I remember looking up at it one day
waving in the breeze - when we were back in control of this area and thinking
how incredibly proud I was of my battery ….. and my men…..and the country
that produced them. We had withstood the test of fire against overwhelming odds.
We were good; we were Americans; we were soldiers!
Lt Bert Landau