More reminiscing from the first Gulf War, cause its the anniversary and all. This link is great cause we were there, again. Click all the links for pictures. I wish I had more photos of my own, but I was told not to mail film home cause it would get removed from the package for whatever political reason. So I carried them all around with me. Unfortunately, I used most of them twice, cause I am a dumbass, so they are all double exposed! Artsy!
Couple guys who wrote books later must have been in the units I was attached to, cause they are writing about all these incidents that I remember vividly. My machine gun team and a rifle squad was detached from our company, Bravo 1/25, to go support 3/3 and Task Force Taro. See previous post, this was a “pre-assault” operation to secure the flanks (that’s what she said…).
They sent us off in two humve’s, 12 of us all by ourselves, with some first generation piece of shit GPS nav system no one had ever used, to try to hook up with the main assault force a half a day’s drive away. We just drove out across the clear desert, headed for Kuwait, nothing in sight. All alone. Seems so ridiculous now. Much like our daily “accommodations“.
Luckily, there was a berm on the border, cause the grid they sent us too was the FINAL location of the pre-assault team, two days LATER! We would have just rolled out into Kuwait, 12 Marine Reservists with M16′s and a single M-60. So, we roll up to the berm, and there is this armored dozer there, punching a hole in the berm for tanks to drive through. Next to this dozer is a humve with four flat tires and a torn up soft back. Couple guys were standing around outside of it, and the dozer driver was smoking a butt, as well.
We waved and headed for the hole in the berm. These guys all started shouting at us so we stopped. They asked us just what THE FUCK we thought we were doing? We explained we were headed out to hook up with 3/3 at these grid coordinates. They laughed nervously and told us 3/3 was not out there, but a bunch of Iraqi BMP’s and tanks were. They said a fire mission had just been called in by 3/3, who were several klicks to the east, at a corner in the berm, which it turns out is the infamous “dogleg” in the Kuwait-Saudi border which was the location of the ground invasion. Who knew? We sure didn’t.
So if you can imagine, there is a 90 degree corner in the border berm a few klicks to our direct left (east), and a few klicks north of that corner is 3/3, calling in artillery on Iraqis probing around in the corner.
The guys in the hummer and the dozer were all shaken up and chain smoking, and we saw the four flat tires and other damage on the hummer, and of course stopped when they explained our position. We asked what had happened to the truck, and they explained that 3/3 had called in the artillery on the that dozer about 15 minutes before we rolled up, thinking it was part of the Iraqi force. They dropped cluster munitions, which looked like lawn darts but were filled with little flechettes or balls or something. These had exploded all around the dozer and hummer, and blown out all their tires, but somehow had not injured anyone!
We had just missed the fun, it seems. In fact, one of the apache helo’s called in to smoke the Iraqi’s had flown right over us minutes before, and circled around back onto us, and you could see the red light of his laser sighting system light us up. We had this orange flag thing tied on the roof, which was the sign for “friendly”. He buzzed us, all lit up, I was in the back with the gun. He came right over us and then peeled away. That was one of the scariest moments of the whole war for me. Ridiculous cause there was not another soul in sight for miles!
At any rate, these Marines advised us not to proceed with our little 12 man invasion of Kuwait two days ahead of schedule, and told us to just drive along the berm, this weird dirt pile in the middle of nowhere, until we came to 3/3. Since our battalion intel had just about gotten us killed, we decided to go with the intel on the ground and do as they suggested. It all worked out, and we arrived safe and sound later that day.
Turns out we had just missed some more action, as a Marine had recently blown himself up that day while playing with his grenades while walking patrol up on the berm.
Like I always say, we didn’t do shit the 5 months we were there, but we had front row seats.