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    Saw an excellent movie yesterday,
    "Dangerous Close' is the story of the battle of Lon Tan during the Vietnam war in 1966.

    108 Australian and NZ troops kept some 2500 Vietnamese at bay, 18 of the troops killed along with 350 Vietnamese.

    Very graphic and bloody but despite some 'poetic license' was true to fact.
    Most interesting point was the attitude of the Australian Brigadier in charge of the local armed force.

    Had he had his way the loss of Australian and NZ life would have been much higher.

    Any one interested in the events if that war will find this film very interesting.
    Happy daze John in Oz.

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    That 2nd Viet Nam War was a stupid war,.
    all the Viets wanted was Independence.
    The Frogs took it over about a hundred or so years ago with Cambodia, and Laos, and turned it into French Indo China.
    They Hated the french who treated them terribly, the way they treaty the Polynesians today.
    Then the Japanese took them over, just as bad, The British Army got rid of the Japanese and then the Frogs were screaming they wanted it back., as it was their colony.

    So they formed the Viet Minh and fought the french, finally defeating them at the battle of Dien Bien Phu, where they defeated 18,000 of them , we managed to get 2,500 off the beach on the GEORGIC, leaving 500 dead behind.
    So now they were Free at last.
    But the US didn't want any kind of Communist State so they started the 2nd war, against the Viet Cong. and LOST. Politicians never learn, When someone is fighting on their own soil for their own country against Invaders they always win.
    I was there again at the end, running fuel oil for the US Navy and saw them being brought back to GUAM.
    I have been back to Saigon since as a Tourist, very friendly people and no problems since they drove out the Yanks.
    Brian
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    Quote Originally Posted by Victoria Moss View Post
    I was working at Concord Repat Hospital at the time of that conflict. We used to get quite a few casualties generally from Vietnam. It was an unpopular war but I was always aware that some of these guys were conscripts so didn't deserve to have been put into a war zone untrained and quite frankly scared to death!!
    That Victoria was the saddest part of that war, the conscripted men.
    I know one who was conscripted and survived, more by luck than judgement.
    As he told me basic training was minimal and he is amazed that so many more did not make it back as a result of that.
    But now those who came to Oz after the war are doing well and no one speaks out against them, but likewise very few will talk about 'that' war.
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    A sad story of a brave man.
    I came across this story when I was researching my family tree, I am Brian Henry Aspinall, so the name Henry Aspinall came up. here is the sad story of a man who was sent to war in Viet Nam and was not given a heroes welcome.
    He was with the 2 RAR, Second Battalion, Royal Australian Regiment, The same Regiment I took to the war in Malaya in 1955 on the Troopship GEORGIC,, So that is why it caught my eye, the coincidence, same name and the same Regiment.
    I hope you find it interesting.
    This is also going on today with our Afghan Veterans, NO SUPPORT from the Politicians. , LIVES WRECKED.
    POLITICIANS JUST DO NOT CARE.
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    . “His actual name was Henry but everyone called him Harry”

    Harry Aspinall was an infantry soldier who fought his last battle when he died on Wednesday 13 October 2004. He was a veteran of the Vietnam War. His actual name was Henry, but everyone called him Harry.

    This is Harry’s story. (At least the bits I know)

    I first met Harry when he joined 2 Platoon A Company 2 RAR/NZ (ANZAC) Battalion in Vietnam in 1970. He was a ‘Reo’, a reinforcement soldier. Now there are a lot of traditions with infantry soldiers. For example, we never call anyone by their first name. We are not the RAAF. They may call each other Roger, Rupert or Charles. But we call our blokes Johnno, Smithy, Digger, Dickhead and Hey You. So what will we call Harry? His surname, Aspinall, was too hard for the average infantry soldier to say, and ‘Asp’ was equally as difficult. ‘Harry’ was out of the question; so we settled on ‘Harry The Black’. Because that’s the way it was.

    So Harry The Black was posted to 2 Platoon. They put him in 6 Section. An infantry section is made up of ten men. It is divided into three groups: Scout, Gun, and Rifle Groups. And just like a football team there are glamour positions, but there is also a group of blokes that specialised at nothing, but could always be relied upon to take the ball up, especially when the going got tough, they would do anything that was asked of them and they could be relied upon 100%. I refer of course to the Rifle Group. Harry The Black was a rifleman.

    The life of a rifleman was pretty tough. They carried a lot of gear, their own personal equipment and some of the section equipment. After all, the glamorous scouts who were up the sharp end, needed to travel lightly; they couldn’t carry a lot of the section’s gear. The big burly blokes in the Gun Group were the firepower of the section with the GPMG M60 machine gun; so they couldn’t carry any extra gear either. The riflemen carried it. As well as their own personal weapon the SLR, a rather long heavy rifle not really suited to jungle fighting, (but gee it was tough and it packed a big punch) they carried seven magazines, about four days water (eight water bottles – 20 lbs), six days food, some sleeping gear, two grenades (kept securely in their ammo pouches and not clipped onto their webbing like the silly Yanks used to do). Then there were the claymore mines, the M79 thingo and some ammo for it, maybe some spare rounds for the machine gun (those burly gun group blokes were pussies after all) and a few smoke grenades to signal the choppers. A total weight of 80 - 100lbs (40-50kg) all up. When you put your pack on, your eyes bulged under the load and you patrolled stooped over to bear the weight.

    Patrolling was conducted all day every day. The riflemen were down the back. If you were a rifleman, your job was to cover to the left or right, or to the rear if you were the ‘tail end charlie’. In the jungle the enemy seemed a remote threat when you had to deal with tangling vines, leeches, ants, snakes, scorpions, spiders, and every other biting insect known to man and they were all waiting to pounce on YOU. And I haven’t even mentioned the MOSQUITOS. The heat and the humidity were oppressive. You were always drenched in sweat. Because you needed to conserve water, you didn’t drink enough and you were always thirsty. Some days when the exhaustion clouded your brain you daydreamed of a large, ice cold chocolate milkshake. It would be so thick that you had trouble drawing it up through the straw; and the effort made your cheeks ache. With each step you grunted when the load on your back shifted as you picked your way through the jungle, your eyes continually scanned for the enemy. ‘Grunt’ was the nickname that would apply to the infantry soldier in Vietnam. Harry the Black was a grunt.

    When late afternoon came, you harboured up for the night. If the patrolling was done right, you had a track nearby where you could lay out an ambush. A track and creek was the jackpot. While the physically and mentally exhausted scouts rested, and the gun group prepared the gun pit; you went to work and did everything else. You cleared tracks on and within the perimeter and put up a cord at chest height from tree to tree to allow easy movement between pits at night. You did sentry duty. You carried water from the creek for the rest of the section. You set the claymores. You conducted the clearing patrol (a quick last look around just before last light). When you were advised of your time on gun piquet and the digger you had to wake at the end of your stint; you practiced the route so that you could move easily and silently about the position in the dark. A piquet was a two-hour stint behind the machine gun with one of your mates during the night. You would be lucky to get six hours sleep during the night. That’s of course if no enemy showed up.

    So what happens when the shooting starts while you are on patrol? You as one of the riflemen have to close up to the guys up front. This means you conduct a darting run fuelled by adrenalin. The bullets from the AK47s crack, crack, crack, over your head. Leaves and stuff fall down on top of you. The rounds seem only inches away from your head. You don’t know what’s up front but you hurtle through the jungle to support your mates; vines and vegetation cling to your pack trying to slow you down. You drop to the ground and cover the flanks and the rear. You have praticed this drill many times. You know where everyone is. Your mouth is open, sucking in as much breath as you can, your throat is dry, you turn your head sideways so that your profile is lower and those bullets have less of a target.

    When the shooting stops, guess who have to get up and check out the area where the enemy were seen to fall? That’s right, the riflemen. This is when it gets really scary. Out there could be a wounded enemy just waiting for you to walk up to him so that he can blap you with his AK47! He knows he’s gone, so he is going to take as many of you with him as he can. Even the dead pose a problem as the fleeing enemy often popped a grenade under the dead body. You move the body. Bang! The grenade explodes sending hundreds of hot, tiny metal fragments into your body. That pounding heart which started bouncing up through your throat when the first shot rang out is still there. It’s a reminder that your body is saying to you, “keep your head down, stupid!” But you stand up and move forward to clear the area.

    The dead have to be searched. Yep, it is the riflemen’s job again. No one else volunteers. You have to do it. The dead must be brought back to the section position, now in all round defence. You never know when the enemy may counter attack. You drag the dead enemy by their feet. This is easier than carrying them. You grasp the end of their trousers. They feel damp and they are slippery because of the blood. As you drag a body into the section position, the shirt gets pulled up around the neck, exposing the bloodied torso; it is not a pretty sight. The arms are stretched up behind the head. The bodies are bent and broken from battle. They are still sweaty, and stained with blood. You gaze at the enemy soldier. His life is spent. It is then you realise that he was just like you. He was doing his job for his country. But it cost him his life. Maybe you should feel sorry for him, but you are just numb. You feel nothing. Your throat is still dry from a mixture of exertion, fear and dehydration. You take a sip from your water bottle. The water is warm and doesn’t quench your thirst. What I’d give for an ice-cold chocolate milkshake right now. Your pounding heart has eased somewhat, and the shakes are beginning to set in. That’s what the smokes are for. After a couple of quick puffs on a smoke, you start the searching. No special gloves here. You take out your bayonet and cut the pockets open. You pinch at the clothing with your fingers, searching for weapons or documents. The bodies are photographed for identification, and then they are buried. The boss records the details in his diary, including the map co-ordinates. Who digs the graves? You are getting the picture now….. the riflemen.

    You move off with the rest of the section. You are totally exhausted, but you can’t relax, not yet. You move to a night location and begin the night routine; tomorrow it starts all over again.

    2 Platoon conducted 318 operational days in 12 months in Phuoc Tuy Province, and never lost a battle. Unfortunately a couple of blokes were killed and a couple were wounded. Guess who loaded them onto the choppers and stood and watched helplessly as the downwash from the chopper made the blood soaked bandages dance in the breeze? Yep, blokes like Harry.

    This was Harry’s lot in Vietnam. He did his service for his country. He put his body and his mind on the line. The continual alertness, the relentless patrolling in the heat and humidity under that overbearing pack, the lack of sleep, the adrenalin charged contacts with the enemy, and the most enduring memories of all, putting his dead and wounded mates on the chopper, were to have a profound affect on him for the rest of his life. And just like all his mates in his section and the platoon, he was proud of what he did. He did it tough and he did it right. He did make a difference. He earned his place in that brotherhood of very special men. Those men who are prepared to come forward and fight for their country.

    He came home to Australia. We all know the response that was waiting for him. Apathy. No, it was worse than that. Derision. So Harry retreated inside himself. He had trouble sleeping. He was often depressed. The gunfire had dulled his hearing and he had flashbacks. He found it difficult to concentrate. His memory was shot. He had a number of jobs, but the war never left his consciousness. Society had made him feel guilty for being a Vietnam Veteran, Harry and his mates were labelled baby killers and druggies.

    A few beers helped, then a few more. It was OK at first he could cope. But as the years passed his body started to fight back and he was diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) in 1995, but he had lived with it since 1971. Some people get it with one traumatic incident. How many traumatic incidents did Harry endure? A hundred maybe? The beer numbed the pain. It allowed him to survive. But the body can only take so much.

    At age 55 he was dead. How could this happen? Where was the support for Harry? We’ve seen the footage on the TV from the politicians as they waved the young boys off to war, “Don’t worry boys, we’ll look after you.” Famous last words.

    Harry sought help from the Department of Veterans’ Affairs (DVA) four years ago. He applied for a pension. He hadn’t worked for some time. His chronic PTSD and alcohol dependence saw to that. DVA would later agree that these conditions were caused by his war service. Surely Harry was entitled to the TPI Pension? A brief description is shown below.

    The Special Rate takes into account incapacity from war or defence caused disabilities, that alone, are so great that a veteran cannot undertake any employment totalling more than 8 hours per week.

    DVA gave Harry the 100% disability pension at the general rate with extra assistance because of his disabilities; but not the TPI. The pension he received was for blokes that suffer war caused disabilities but who can still carry on in a productive work environment. The reason DVA refused Harry the TPI pension was because he was not actively seeking work.

    Harry was on the Newstart Allowance, just like anybody else who was unemployed. Harry received this allowance for about nine years. To receive Newstart, he must be seeking work. Yet DVA refused to pay Harry the TPI pension because he was not seeking work. It seems that Centrelink was prepared to look after Harry while DVA meticulously followed its rules.

    DVA’s vision is: To achieve excellence in service delivery. That’s exactly what they did. An excellent job. The rules were followed exactly as they were required to be followed. I do feel sorry for DVA staff. They are directed to follow a process of nit pick, delay, block and deny sick veterans seeking help; a process put in place by the politicians and the boffins.

    Harry died before he could get to the Review Board. He was only a couple of weeks away from being heard by them. He had been fighting for the TPI pension for four years, but his body gave out.


    The DVA Vision Statement should be amended to read: To achieve excellence in service delivery the cheapest way possible.

    This will be achieved by a system that will: nit pick, delay, block and deny those tired, sick and broken veterans a just pension all the way to the Review Board.


    R.I.P. Harry the Black 1949 - 2004
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    I did hear somewhere a US veteran say that their Govt's policy was/is "delay, deny & hope you die"....maybe that is a pretty much international view??

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    its old men who start the wars but its the young that come home in coffins. we have a young lad who lives by me fought in Iraq and Afghanistan suffers with PTSD the council has just moved a m....lim family next door to him the young ex soldier is battling cancer as well not very thoughtful by the council especially when soldiers are living on the streets? JP

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    Saddest part is that it took some 45 years for the Vietnam vets to be recognized by the Australian gov.
    The gov that sent them to war wanted nothing to do with them when they came home.
    The conscripted ones all between 18 and 21, conscripted by chance, numbers pulled out of a barrel bit like playing Bingo.

    But now we do have Vietnam vest day and there are now many sites around the nation with the names of those who fell recorded.
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    in the late 60s Johnson had his rolling thunder campaign going on sailing from Hong Kong to Singapore jets from US NAVY would buzz the ship looking what you had on deck big white things so close you could see the pilot then they would fly strait up and join the bombers after drinking with a few ashore a lot were off their heads on drugs in the bars? jp

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    Here we have our own PM, Scomo the Clown, who, a few weeks ago told us all on TV that Australia didn't have to much oil that came from the Gulf most of ours comes from South East Asia so leave us out. Now he has said that he will join America to keep the gulf clear and safe for oil to come to Aus, hence his name. Australia doesn't have any tankers, and I may be wrong but no ships of worth anymore.
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    I get the impression Des you do not like the PM!!

    But you are almost correct about our shipping.
    The only ones of any worth now are the ones used to ship iron ore from WA.
    The rest are history now.

    Apart from the ferry from Melbourne to Tassie.

    Whilst we may not have oil coming from there, other shipping which at time supplies us with other goods may do.
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