This is going to be the first of several (4 maybe 5) posts on this topic. I plan on presenting my experience first, then deal with different aspects of the campaign. I have done much research on the subject and hope you will find it interesting.
The first misconception I find about TET 68 - and I find it quite amusing - is that we were taken by surprise. Military intelligence is analyzed at two levels (SF MI school wasn't a total waste) the first level is determining the enemys capabilities. Rather then try to guess what he is going to do, you try to determine what he is capable of doing then you defend accordingly. The second level is to determine intent. This is much more difficult and usually requires the personal touch - prisoners, informants, radio intercepts, the truly difficult stuff. When we started accumulating intel about the plans for TET 68 we actually knew tactical intent before we evaluated capability. An attack on over 30 locations at one time was certainly understood to be the intent and forced us back to the drawing board where we firmly concluded that the capability was not there to take and hold such a large number of diverse targets at one time. Some things we did not forsee, however, involved strategic intent. First, the North Vietnamese had convinced themselves that this would be all that would be needed to generate a popular uprising in the South that would sweep them into power. Failing that, they had correctly calculated the reaction in the American press and they fully understood the lack of political will at the top. Johnson had just announced he could see "the light at the end of the tunnel" in the Vietnam war. The third factor, and one that we simply could not get a handle on, was that the North Vietnamese intended to sacrifice the Viet Cong, who were South Vietnamese, to remove them as a political force in a new Communist Vietnam. It would be totally a North Vietnamese show.
In short, if we had the entire plan (and we had most of it) laying before us in Giap's hand writing we would not have believed it.
So here we sat, the major elements of the enemy battle plan in our hands, what do we do with it. Everytime the enemy exposed himself to our superior fire power he was obliterated, would he intentionally subject himself to such a thumping? But the weight of evidence was overwhelming, it was going to happen. It would have been impossible to successfully blunt such a large operation before it happened, so the best alternative was to let the attack happen and respond in force.
For us at Duc Pho, no large enemy units had been detected moving in our AO, and we had been mortared frequently, so we assumed that is how we would be attacked. Besides, if Charley could take us out, we would be unable to support our firebases or SF camps. We had received no word from the Military Assistance Team at Quang Ngai for support, so we weren't worried about them. Besides, the 2cnd ARVN Division was at best estimate about a third VC anyway, why would they attack their own.
I had just transfered from the First Platoon slicks to the Third Platoon gunships and was riding as doorgunner on a minigun ship getting checked out on the systems, when we were told that the primary team would be flying anti mortar patrol that night. My aircraft was on the primary team, the aircraft commander was our patoon leader, Captain Woods, a career officer and a very aggressive pilot. With a slick overhead dropping flares, we flew low level all over the area north of Duc Pho from about midnight to four AM but saw nothing worth getting excited about. I had never done this type of flying before, it was some of the "hold your breath and hope" type of flying, hovering around rice paddies in an overloaded aircraft and poking our noses into dark corners in the dead of night. Of course we were a sitting duck, but that was OK, we were a duck with a lot of bite.
We landed and hit the sack, secure in the fact that tomorrow we could sleep in, another team was on primary. At about five thirty the primary team was scrambled and because we had more then the usual number of ships in maintenance, my ship went back on primary. I stumbled out of bed, got dressed and went to the flight line to preflight the ship. We had finished and were in the chow line when we were scrambled also. The primary team had only been gone about 35 minutes.
Once airborne, CPT Woods in command once more, we made contact with the primary team and got a SITREP. They were really excited, the ceiling was at about 500 feet and there were VC everywhere trying to overrun Quang Ngai City. We had been summoned not by the MAT, but by the Air Force FAC team stationed at Quang Ngai Airport about 3 clicks to the west of the city. The airport sat on the south bank of a river so the north was secure, the VC were attacking from the south. The primary gunships got there in time to break up the attack by an estimated battalion of VC, making gun runs on large numbers of enemy in the open, every gun crew's dream. When we got there, the enemy was scattered and trying to escape so we were trading gunfire with small groups of VC trying to break free and get away. The primary team had expended their ordnance in about ten minutes so we took over and they went back to re-arm. We were firing our doorguns constantly, there was no end of targets. In the air, you can fire an M-60 steadily because the air stream cools the barrel. On this day, however, the barrels were heating up and the problem was not in the barrel itself but in the bolt locking recesses at the top of the barrel. They were hot and were causing the locking lugs on the bolt to wear away. I had fired about 1500 rounds when my gun quit so I picked up my M-16 and used it. It wasn't long before the other gunner's M-60 quit and all of our ammo and rockets was gone. An M-16 being fired from a helicopter is not very accurate because the bullet is blown around by the down draft from the main rotor blades. Cpt Woods was getting frustrated because we had plenty of targets and nothing left to hit them with so he went right down on the deck, we were flying over groups of enemy soldiers at fifteen feet or less. In one place a large number of enemy were trying to escape by wading down a canal, we went right down alongside the canal, me firing my M-16 and CPT Woods firing his .45 pistol out his window. Finally, low on fuel, we headed back for Duc Pho. All they way back CPT Woods was on the radio hollering for more M-60's and urging maintenance to get the other gunships flying as fast as possible. We landed and didn't shut the engine down while we refueled and traded machine guns with the armaments people, then over to the ammo dump where we loaded rockets and just threw ammo cans on the aircraft never shutting down. We had taken a few hits but nothing serious. While flying back to Quang Ngai we took the ammo out of the cans and loaded the minigun boxes just throwing the empty cans out the door.
In radio contact with the other team once more, we learned that the enemy had overrun an ARVN training camp on the north side of the river. We arrived and began making runs on the camp forcing the enemy back down the slopes. The crowning moment there was when we blew up a truck, never done that before. With that situation under control, we began looking for targets of opportunity and ended up fighting with small groups of enemy trying to escape. Somewhere in there we took a hit that put all of our main armament, guns and rockets out of action. On our next trip back to refuel and rearm we took the panel off the floor and found the main armament cable, about 20 wires bundled neatly together, cut halfway through by a bullet coming through the floor. It was a very neat cable, all the wires were white, it was going to be a real chore to figure out which end went where. By now a couple of our ships had been put out of commission so we elected to go back to the battle with just door guns. Airborne, we made contact with a FAC who was watching a large group of VC that had taken over the prison. We didn't even know where the prison was so the FAC, flying an 0-2, dropped down to housetop level and punched off a rocket that went right through a window. We went into an orbit around the prison shooting at anything that moved. We would shoot someone and on the next orbit the body had been pulled back inside. They had guts. I really enjoyed shooting the tile roof, the tiles bounced just like running your hand down piano keys. Once my gun jammed, I opened the cover and the ammo belt fell to the floor. I reached down to pick it up and we caught a burst from an AK-47 that rattled around the ship but didn't hit anything. The burst came from a patch of tall grass south of the city so we went after them. One of our ships took fire from ARVNs on an APC. We returned fire, we believed in equal opportunity targets. By late afternoon the battle was over and we limped home. We had committed seven gunships during the day, none
were battle worthy by sunset. There were some extraordinary events that took place, in spite of the heavy damage no one had been scratched. One gunner had an oil can under his seat that took a hit but the bullet never came out of the can. Another aircraft had the fuel filler cap shot away. We couldn't find it, we didn't know if it had been hit and punched into the tank or what. Because we were all in one piece we were excited and laughing as we examined the aircraft and pointed out bullet holes to everyone. Everybody worked all night in maintenance and finally by morning we had a heavy team in flyable condition, but it didn't matter, the VC were gone. The MAT credited us with a tremendous number of kills, 500 or something like that. I don't think they counted the ARVNs.
Over the next couple of days we looked high and low for the remnants of the attackers but with no luck. The highlight for me was when a VNAF A-1E Skraider dropped a 500 pound bomb right underneath us. We were flying along fat dumb and happy when suddenly all the world disappeared in a cloud of dust, smoke and ear shattering blast. Our wingman behind us started screaming into the radio but we couldn't hear him, we were all deafened. He thought we had been blown out of the sky. We staggered out of the smoke and stumbled like a drunk to the Quang Ngai airport about 5 minutes away. Amazingly, the aircraft suffered no damage other than a compartment door being blown open, so when the cobwebs left our heads, we flew home.
The next day a FAC contacted us with an interesting story. He was circling a village of about 5 hooches and was curious about the hundred pairs of light blue pants drying on every conceivable place a pair of pants could be hung. The weather was cold and rainy on TET but had been gradually clearing and getting warmer so clothes would finally dry. Part of the enemy that attacked the city were wearing light blue pants. We contacted the MAT, they contacted the ARVN and we were given a free fire zone around the village. The ARVN moved in and blocked the area on all sides and we were tasked to kill any military age male we saw. As soon as we moved in, civilians began moving out, in droves, herding their livestock with them. I saw some interesting things that day, one guy was carrying his rifle under a palm frond. The draft from our rotors blew the frond up revealing the rifle, he was dead. Another guy dropped his pistol belt in a rice paddy hoping we wouldn't see it. One person, wearing a straw hat and black pajamas, was moving down a paddy dike at a fast walk. We hovered right up to them and fired into the dike trying to get them to look up, but they kept on walking not looking up. Three more times the door gun was fired into the dike in front of their feet. Finally, we hovered up close enough so the gunner could lift the straw hat with his gun barrel and we were looking into the face of an old woman. She didn't know how close she came. The killing was so bad that day we got tired of it.
RW
The first misconception I find about TET 68 - and I find it quite amusing - is that we were taken by surprise. Military intelligence is analyzed at two levels (SF MI school wasn't a total waste) the first level is determining the enemys capabilities. Rather then try to guess what he is going to do, you try to determine what he is capable of doing then you defend accordingly. The second level is to determine intent. This is much more difficult and usually requires the personal touch - prisoners, informants, radio intercepts, the truly difficult stuff. When we started accumulating intel about the plans for TET 68 we actually knew tactical intent before we evaluated capability. An attack on over 30 locations at one time was certainly understood to be the intent and forced us back to the drawing board where we firmly concluded that the capability was not there to take and hold such a large number of diverse targets at one time. Some things we did not forsee, however, involved strategic intent. First, the North Vietnamese had convinced themselves that this would be all that would be needed to generate a popular uprising in the South that would sweep them into power. Failing that, they had correctly calculated the reaction in the American press and they fully understood the lack of political will at the top. Johnson had just announced he could see "the light at the end of the tunnel" in the Vietnam war. The third factor, and one that we simply could not get a handle on, was that the North Vietnamese intended to sacrifice the Viet Cong, who were South Vietnamese, to remove them as a political force in a new Communist Vietnam. It would be totally a North Vietnamese show.
In short, if we had the entire plan (and we had most of it) laying before us in Giap's hand writing we would not have believed it.
So here we sat, the major elements of the enemy battle plan in our hands, what do we do with it. Everytime the enemy exposed himself to our superior fire power he was obliterated, would he intentionally subject himself to such a thumping? But the weight of evidence was overwhelming, it was going to happen. It would have been impossible to successfully blunt such a large operation before it happened, so the best alternative was to let the attack happen and respond in force.
For us at Duc Pho, no large enemy units had been detected moving in our AO, and we had been mortared frequently, so we assumed that is how we would be attacked. Besides, if Charley could take us out, we would be unable to support our firebases or SF camps. We had received no word from the Military Assistance Team at Quang Ngai for support, so we weren't worried about them. Besides, the 2cnd ARVN Division was at best estimate about a third VC anyway, why would they attack their own.
I had just transfered from the First Platoon slicks to the Third Platoon gunships and was riding as doorgunner on a minigun ship getting checked out on the systems, when we were told that the primary team would be flying anti mortar patrol that night. My aircraft was on the primary team, the aircraft commander was our patoon leader, Captain Woods, a career officer and a very aggressive pilot. With a slick overhead dropping flares, we flew low level all over the area north of Duc Pho from about midnight to four AM but saw nothing worth getting excited about. I had never done this type of flying before, it was some of the "hold your breath and hope" type of flying, hovering around rice paddies in an overloaded aircraft and poking our noses into dark corners in the dead of night. Of course we were a sitting duck, but that was OK, we were a duck with a lot of bite.
We landed and hit the sack, secure in the fact that tomorrow we could sleep in, another team was on primary. At about five thirty the primary team was scrambled and because we had more then the usual number of ships in maintenance, my ship went back on primary. I stumbled out of bed, got dressed and went to the flight line to preflight the ship. We had finished and were in the chow line when we were scrambled also. The primary team had only been gone about 35 minutes.
Once airborne, CPT Woods in command once more, we made contact with the primary team and got a SITREP. They were really excited, the ceiling was at about 500 feet and there were VC everywhere trying to overrun Quang Ngai City. We had been summoned not by the MAT, but by the Air Force FAC team stationed at Quang Ngai Airport about 3 clicks to the west of the city. The airport sat on the south bank of a river so the north was secure, the VC were attacking from the south. The primary gunships got there in time to break up the attack by an estimated battalion of VC, making gun runs on large numbers of enemy in the open, every gun crew's dream. When we got there, the enemy was scattered and trying to escape so we were trading gunfire with small groups of VC trying to break free and get away. The primary team had expended their ordnance in about ten minutes so we took over and they went back to re-arm. We were firing our doorguns constantly, there was no end of targets. In the air, you can fire an M-60 steadily because the air stream cools the barrel. On this day, however, the barrels were heating up and the problem was not in the barrel itself but in the bolt locking recesses at the top of the barrel. They were hot and were causing the locking lugs on the bolt to wear away. I had fired about 1500 rounds when my gun quit so I picked up my M-16 and used it. It wasn't long before the other gunner's M-60 quit and all of our ammo and rockets was gone. An M-16 being fired from a helicopter is not very accurate because the bullet is blown around by the down draft from the main rotor blades. Cpt Woods was getting frustrated because we had plenty of targets and nothing left to hit them with so he went right down on the deck, we were flying over groups of enemy soldiers at fifteen feet or less. In one place a large number of enemy were trying to escape by wading down a canal, we went right down alongside the canal, me firing my M-16 and CPT Woods firing his .45 pistol out his window. Finally, low on fuel, we headed back for Duc Pho. All they way back CPT Woods was on the radio hollering for more M-60's and urging maintenance to get the other gunships flying as fast as possible. We landed and didn't shut the engine down while we refueled and traded machine guns with the armaments people, then over to the ammo dump where we loaded rockets and just threw ammo cans on the aircraft never shutting down. We had taken a few hits but nothing serious. While flying back to Quang Ngai we took the ammo out of the cans and loaded the minigun boxes just throwing the empty cans out the door.
In radio contact with the other team once more, we learned that the enemy had overrun an ARVN training camp on the north side of the river. We arrived and began making runs on the camp forcing the enemy back down the slopes. The crowning moment there was when we blew up a truck, never done that before. With that situation under control, we began looking for targets of opportunity and ended up fighting with small groups of enemy trying to escape. Somewhere in there we took a hit that put all of our main armament, guns and rockets out of action. On our next trip back to refuel and rearm we took the panel off the floor and found the main armament cable, about 20 wires bundled neatly together, cut halfway through by a bullet coming through the floor. It was a very neat cable, all the wires were white, it was going to be a real chore to figure out which end went where. By now a couple of our ships had been put out of commission so we elected to go back to the battle with just door guns. Airborne, we made contact with a FAC who was watching a large group of VC that had taken over the prison. We didn't even know where the prison was so the FAC, flying an 0-2, dropped down to housetop level and punched off a rocket that went right through a window. We went into an orbit around the prison shooting at anything that moved. We would shoot someone and on the next orbit the body had been pulled back inside. They had guts. I really enjoyed shooting the tile roof, the tiles bounced just like running your hand down piano keys. Once my gun jammed, I opened the cover and the ammo belt fell to the floor. I reached down to pick it up and we caught a burst from an AK-47 that rattled around the ship but didn't hit anything. The burst came from a patch of tall grass south of the city so we went after them. One of our ships took fire from ARVNs on an APC. We returned fire, we believed in equal opportunity targets. By late afternoon the battle was over and we limped home. We had committed seven gunships during the day, none
were battle worthy by sunset. There were some extraordinary events that took place, in spite of the heavy damage no one had been scratched. One gunner had an oil can under his seat that took a hit but the bullet never came out of the can. Another aircraft had the fuel filler cap shot away. We couldn't find it, we didn't know if it had been hit and punched into the tank or what. Because we were all in one piece we were excited and laughing as we examined the aircraft and pointed out bullet holes to everyone. Everybody worked all night in maintenance and finally by morning we had a heavy team in flyable condition, but it didn't matter, the VC were gone. The MAT credited us with a tremendous number of kills, 500 or something like that. I don't think they counted the ARVNs.
Over the next couple of days we looked high and low for the remnants of the attackers but with no luck. The highlight for me was when a VNAF A-1E Skraider dropped a 500 pound bomb right underneath us. We were flying along fat dumb and happy when suddenly all the world disappeared in a cloud of dust, smoke and ear shattering blast. Our wingman behind us started screaming into the radio but we couldn't hear him, we were all deafened. He thought we had been blown out of the sky. We staggered out of the smoke and stumbled like a drunk to the Quang Ngai airport about 5 minutes away. Amazingly, the aircraft suffered no damage other than a compartment door being blown open, so when the cobwebs left our heads, we flew home.
The next day a FAC contacted us with an interesting story. He was circling a village of about 5 hooches and was curious about the hundred pairs of light blue pants drying on every conceivable place a pair of pants could be hung. The weather was cold and rainy on TET but had been gradually clearing and getting warmer so clothes would finally dry. Part of the enemy that attacked the city were wearing light blue pants. We contacted the MAT, they contacted the ARVN and we were given a free fire zone around the village. The ARVN moved in and blocked the area on all sides and we were tasked to kill any military age male we saw. As soon as we moved in, civilians began moving out, in droves, herding their livestock with them. I saw some interesting things that day, one guy was carrying his rifle under a palm frond. The draft from our rotors blew the frond up revealing the rifle, he was dead. Another guy dropped his pistol belt in a rice paddy hoping we wouldn't see it. One person, wearing a straw hat and black pajamas, was moving down a paddy dike at a fast walk. We hovered right up to them and fired into the dike trying to get them to look up, but they kept on walking not looking up. Three more times the door gun was fired into the dike in front of their feet. Finally, we hovered up close enough so the gunner could lift the straw hat with his gun barrel and we were looking into the face of an old woman. She didn't know how close she came. The killing was so bad that day we got tired of it.
RW