Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Truth in the Pit of Political Correctness


Last week’s vote (June 2016) to repudiate the Battle Flag by the Southern Baptist Convention (SBC) caught me by surprise and left me in shock. I have long considered our denomination to be socially conservative, prudent, and wise to stay out of issues that do not directly impact the mission of our church. I am a deacon but more importantly on this topic, I am a student of history and the Bible.

While I do have ancestors who defended against the invasion of 1861, that does not make me uniquely qualified to make statements based on emotion to defend or excoriate these veterans and their symbols. I understand fully what they fought for and it certainly was not what some in our leadership have shamefully claimed. Truth and hard facts are the best way to approach difficult issues. We must get this right as a church. Lincoln’s War of 1861 cost our country the lives of 625,000 soldiers and the lives of 50,000 Southern civilians (black and white). It changed the federal government forever from one that was limited, to one that controls every aspect of our lives, deeply divided this country upon racial lines, and set slaves free only to re-enslave them to another master.

The topic of the Confederate Battle Flag, history of the SBC, history of the flag itself, race, and the true topics of importance are too complex to tackle with ad hominem arguments, rhetoric and straw men. No, we need truth to tackle such issues and to admit this argument is based in political correctness. The truth and only the truth will heal wounds that keep being picked by those who profit from race and division.

'Mr. Brexit' Nigel Farage Speaks at Donald Trump Rally in Jackson, MS

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Bats, pipes & hotheads: Finns clash with migrants in massive fight

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 Mika Ranta, founder of the 'Soldiers of Odin' pictured on February 5, 2016 in Kemi. © Sam Kingsley

A massive fight ensued between Finnish citizens and migrants in the town of Forssa, located in southern part of the country. A total of around 100 people armed with bats and pipes were involved in the clashes in front of a local migrant center.

Finns reportedly attacked the migrants first on Tuesday evening, according to media reports. The latest clashes come amid a growing number of fights between the locals and the migrants over a new migrant center that was built in Forssa.

Witnesses described a large group of locals gathering by the migration center. The group began to fight the migrants, who are living in the center, Finnish Broadcasting Company YLE reported.
Both groups used weapons such as bats and pipes, police said. A total of five people were reportedly injured and two of the participants were detained, according to the YLE.

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Winning the War Against “Radical Islam” & Why We Are Currently Losing

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 Winning the War Against “Radical Islam”

Of the eight years I spent in the U.S. Air Force, I spent the first three as an intelligence officer assigned to Strategic Air Command Headquarters near Omaha, Nebraska. For the first year, I was one of less than a dozen Second Lieutenants assigned to a base with 23 general officers, about 180 full colonels, and over 800 lieutenant colonels or their equivalent U.S. Navy or British Royal Air force ranks. They were from all the U.S. services and included RAF intelligence officers and three RAF bomber crews. My specialty was photo-radar intelligence. This was during the infancy of satellite intelligence and the early years of computer and missile technology. I didn’t always appreciate it, but I could not have had a more interesting job. Although my specialty was photo intelligence, it required a great deal of collaborating intelligence to figure out what the Russians and Chinese were doing.

Holiday display of Confederate flags on VA cemetery flagpoles blocked

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 Confederate flag
Dale Smith, 60, of Johnsonville, South Carolina, holds a Confederate flag as he looks out to Fort Sumter from the Battery in downtown Charleston, South Carolina, as they wait for cannons to be fired to mark the 150th anniversary of the start of the Civil War, Tuesday, April 12, 2011.

The Department of Veterans Affairs will no longer allow Confederate flag imagery to be flown on flagpoles at national cemeteries on Memorial Day or Confederate Memorial Day.

The policy change follows debate in the House of Representatives earlier this year over continued display of Confederate imagery on federal lands. It also further reduces the number of flag images that can be displayed on federal land after the National Park Service made similar policy changes last year.

The Veterans Affairs decision comes a few months after an amendment barring the display of flag imagery in VA cemeteries was added to the House’s fiscal 2017 Military Construction-VA spending bill (HR 4974), but later removed from the conference report (HR 2577) behind closed doors.

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‘It’s not over’: Bernie continues with ‘Our Revolution’

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Backed by Commie dollars.
 Senator Bernie Sanders is hoping to advance the movement that backed his presidential campaign by launching a new political organization, dubbed “Our Revolution,” to fight money in politics and push for a progressive agenda.

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Nigel Farage To Tell 'Brexit Story' At Trump Rally In Mississippi

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Nigel Farage will appear on stage with Donald Trump in the US to discuss "the Brexit Story", says an adviser to the former UKIP leader.

The Republican presidential nominee is due to campaign on Wednesday evening in Jackson, Mississippi, as Mr Farage visits the southern US state.

Mr Farage is expected to talk about how the "anti-establishment beat the establishment" to bring about Brexit.

More @ Sky News

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Trump rally photos from last night and this afternoon.

 Today's afternoon rally in Tampa, FL
 Last night's in Austin TX

 The media polls, like everything else they put out, are LIES.

We the People have been screwed over long enough. OUR time has come.

~ J....

College Campus Lunacy By Walter E. Williams

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As the fall semester begins, parents, students, taxpayers and donors should be made aware of official college practices that should disgust us all.

Hampshire College will offer some of its students what the school euphemistically calls “identity-based housing.” That’s segregated housing for students who — because of their race, culture, gender or sexual orientation — have “historically experienced oppression.” I’d bet the rent money that Hampshire College will not offer Jewish, Irish, Polish, Chinese or Catholic students segregated housing. Because there is no group of people who have not faced oppression, Hampshire College is guilty of religious and ethnic discrimination in its housing segregation policy.

University of Connecticut administrators thinks that more black men will graduate if they spend more time together.

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The Truth About the #Syrianboy Viral Photo. Its really a story of two boys. #OmranDaqneesh

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The Enemy Is Us

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Your government is on red alert: between 2006 and 2014, the Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service (APHIS), an agency of the Department of Agriculture, spent nearly $4.8 million to purchase shotguns, propane cannons, liquid explosives, pyro supplies, drones, thermal imaging cameras, and more.

APHIS describes itself as “a multi-faceted Agency with a broad mission area that includes protecting and promoting U.S. agricultural health, administering the Animal Welfare Act, and carrying out wildlife damage management activities.” Liquid explosives and shotguns are apparently necessary to carry out its “broad mission.”

NC: Sheriff’s Assessment of Trump’s Shooting Shows the GOP Candidate Is No 2nd Amendment Poser

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Photo published for BADASS: Trump Spends Time at Shooting Range Before Meeting with Police-Shoots 'MILITARISTIC STYLE'...

During his campaign, many have questioned just how dedicated Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump is to defending the Second Amendment. They’ve cited his previous support for “assault weapons” bans and longer waiting periods.

But this past week, during a campaign stop in Statesville, North Carolina, the locals took him out for a little range time.

Hillary emailed daughter that an Al Queda-like group killed ambassador in Benghazi

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hillary chelsea wikileaks 

Muslim Gangsters Harass, Pick A Fight With Sicilians, The Sicilians Beat The Muslims With Bats And Pistol Whip Them So Badly One Is In A Coma

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Several month ago, we profiled how Cosa Nostra declared war on the Muslim invaders. Now, while I do not know if these men were part of it, they show two things. First, it is how to properly handle Muslim harassment. Second, don’t mess with Sicily:
To get worse one of three (Muslims) is a 16 year old now hospitalized in a coma. Like the other two, the Egyptian was housed in the reception center of the city of San Michele di Ganzaria, a short walk from the theater of the clash. As it reconstructed by the police and reported by the Courier , the three Egyptians had already had in the past quarrels with Sicilian boys that have become protagonists of the attack.

Charlottesville - Robert E. Lee Monument & Park Update/Call To Action

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In the months since we held a "Save Lee Park" rally in Charlottesville and spoke at the Charlottesville City Council meeting last night, much has transpired .

Sadly, we regret to report that Mr. George "Tex" Wells passed away last week after a courageous battle with cancer.  The last time most of us saw Tex was at the "Save Lee Park" rally in Charlottesville in April. He was ill then and very weak...and should not have been standing out in the sun, but he INSISTED on coming and standing up for Robert E Lee, against what he felt was a huge injustice.

A Vietnam Veteran, Tex  was well known for his portrayal of Gen Robert E Lee, and was a tireless advocate of the general and a fierce defender of our Cause.

The South has lost a true hero, and many of us have lost a dear friend.

Thank you, Tex. The general is safe. We won't let the miscreants get their hands on him or dishonor his sacred memory. Go rest high, Sir! 

Something Has Gone Wrong

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The willingness of the EU to fling open the doors to Muslim hordes is what HBD’ers call pathological altruism. Everything we can observe about people from these lands tells us that they cannot make it in a modern Western society. Yet, an overwhelming desire to help strangers is driving the mothers of Europe to sacrifice the inheritance of their sons to help the Muslims.

The American college campus is under the control of ideological fanatics, who believe in their causes so deeply they are willing to ruin friends and family on behalf of their cause. Thought crimes have become so common, we take them for granted. Readers of this blog take steps to make sure their employers are unaware that they read sites like this one, for fear the morality police will come calling. Supporting a candidate like Trump has become a private act of rebellion.

The only thing missing from this toxic stew is an excessive believe in the supernatural, but the hunt for hate thinkers is really just a modern form of witch hunting. Everywhere you look, the dials are all turned to eleven. The best qualities, at least the best mix of qualities, that allowed the West to rocket past the world are now in abundance and threatening the whole enterprise. Whatever governor or brake that was in place in the past has been lost and the engine is revving into the red zone.

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Trump drives agenda while Hillary hides behind jokes

Never in modern American political history has a more issue-oriented, serious candidate for president faced off against a more dishonest, platform-less, self-absorbed celebrity who is cashing in on ill-gotten wealth and fame despite serious concerns about mental and physical health.

The man all about issues, of course, is real estate developer Donald Trump. From the day he announced for the presidency, Mr. Trump has set the agenda.

In the primary, establishment Republicans would have been perfectly happy to just talk about proper politician temperament and nibbling around the edges of arcane education policy. Who has the best hair and most diverse looking families. Whose name sound the most Hispanic.

Mr. Trump crashed that party and declared that the primary would not be just another beauty pageant.

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Trump Gets 20 Percent of Black Vote in Florida Poll; Leads Clinton Overall 43 to 41

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Twenty percent of African-American voters in Florida support Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump according to a poll released Wednesdayby Florida Atlantic University.

The poll hit as Trump is visiting Tampa for a mid-day rally at the State Fairgrounds.

The poll shows Trump with a two point lead of rival Democratic nominee Hillary Clinton, 43 to 41 percent, within the poll’s 2.7 percent margin of error. Clinton has the support of 68 percent of African-American voters in Florida. 1200 registered Florida voters were surveyed from August 19-22.

American University in Kabul under attack

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An emergency hospital in Kabul has received at least five people injured during an attack by gunmen on American University in Kabul, Afghanistan, on Wednesday (Aug. 24) that is still underway, BBC News is reporting. Students trapped inside the university in Afghanistan's capital city took have been tweeting desperate pleas for help.

An interior ministry told Reuters that "several gunmen attacked the American University in Kabul and there are reports of gunfire and explosions. They are inside the compound and there are foreign professors along with hundreds of students," the minister said.

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Dangerous Crossroads: U.S. Invades Syria, Warns Russia & China enters fray in Syria on Bashar al-Assad’s side

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How stupid is our government, let me count the ways.........

On Monday, August 22nd, the United States government — which demands the overthrow of the internationally-recognized-as-legal government of Syria — officially announced that America’s military forces in Syria will continue to occupy Syrian land, no matter what the Syrian government says, and will shoot down any Syrian planes that fly over U.S. forces there.

As reported on Monday by Al-Masdar News:
The Pentagon has announced that the USA is ready to down Syrian and Russian planes that they claim threaten American advisers who by international law are illegally operating in northern Syria.\
On Friday, Pentagon spokesman Captain Jeff Davis claimed that US jets attempted to intercept Syrian planes to protect the American advisers operating illegally with Kurdish forces in Syria after Syrian government jets bombed areas of Hasakah when Kurdish police began an aggression against the National Defense Force.

 A Russian Sukhoi Su-34 fighter-bomber based at Hamedan airbase in Iran releasing its payload while carrying out airstrikes in the Deir ez-Zor province of Syria. Until last week Russia and Iran were the military mainstays of the overstretched and undermanned Syrian army. Photograph: EPA
China, Russia and Iran have come together in a tripartite alliance supporting the Syrian government in the war against radical fundamentalist insurgents. 

The main targets of this alliance are Islamic State and Jabhat Fatah al-Sham, formerly al-Qaeda’s affiliate Jabhat al-Nusra, and its partners. 

Until last week Russia and Iran were the military mainstays of the overstretched and undermanned Syrian army.

China signalled it was prepared to join them by dispatching high-profile rear admiral Guan Youfei, head of Beijing’s office for international military co-operation, to Damascus to hold discussions with the Syrian defence minister Fahd Jassem al-Freij.

Jerry (Mad Dog Shriver) was a Killer, not a fighter.

I'm still not convinced that Mad Dog died that day, since there was a huge bounty on his head, why would they (COSVN, NVA VC, who gave him the moniker, Mad Dog ) not have gladly publicized his demise?  A mystery to me. 



By Hank Brown, Jim Morris and John L. Plaster, with Paul Longgrear

Copyright © 2012
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If you read much fiction about Vietnam, or even watch movies about it, chances are you’ll frequently bump into a character who has become a stereotype of the subgenre. This stereotype was rarely, if ever, seen in film or fiction before Vietnam.

The character is eccentric on his good days; psychotic the rest of the time. He is almost oblivious to regulations, protocol, rank and military traditions. He wouldn’t last a day in a professional military force…if he wasn’t such an effective killing machine in the bush.

He is almost a super-soldier when in the field. He’s got the hearing and smell of a dog, the vision of an eagle and the lives of a cat. His instincts are far beyond Sgt. Rock’s “combat antenna.” He’s fearless in battle, probably because there’s nobody as scary as him on the battlefield. He’s rarely seen in garrison, but when he is, he’s a peacetime/rear echelon sergeant-major’s nightmare.

In short, he’s not so much a soldier as a warrior. And he’s probably as insane as the Vietnam War itself. At least he seems so to your average civilian.

Turns out this stereotype had an archetype…or prototype, if you will.

This recurring character is strikingly similar to (or perhaps a caricature of) the real-life special operators on the SOG teams and various reconnaissance projects in Vietnam. And the most legendary (and archetypal) of those operators was Jerry “Mad Dog” Shriver.

Paul Longgrear, who served with Shriver and wore his Montagnard bracelet for years after Vietnam, says, “To have met Shriver did not necessarily mean you KNEW Shriver.”

Often the cold mo-fos in combat are milquetoast or even couch potato-looking individuals. But Mad Dog’s eyes tended to give people an accurate impression of his personality. Longgrear went on to say of Shriver, “I figured he had an Oriental mom. His dad was retired AF. His eyes were squinty and hollow, almost cold blooded.”

This was not the “Thousand-Yard Stare” you may have heard about. Mad Dog wasn’t spaced-out or oblivious to anything going on around him. By all accounts he remained sharp and focused right to the end. But more on that a little later.

Earlier in 2012 I read Above and Beyond, a novel of Vietnam written by Special Forces Vietnam veteran Jim Morris. I encountered another of these whacked-out warrior characters while reading it, this one named “Shoogie.” In a subsequent interview with the author, I asked who Shoogie was based on. That’s how I was introduced to the legend of Mad Dog.

It’s a legend worth passing on. I’ll start with a dialog, of sorts, between me and Jim Morris.

JIM: …I was surprised to learn that you were unacquainted with the legend of Mad Dog Shriver.

First let me put this guy in context:

In the Spring of ’68 I was IO (PAO) of the 5th SFGA in Nha Trang, RVN. A couple of guys came into my offices to visit one of my NCOs. I had never met soldiers quite like them. Added to their basic uniform was the oddest collection of gear and barbaric ornamentation I had yet encountered. They were lean and rangy. Their berets clung to their heads at an angle that screamed “Fuck You!” Multiple Montagnard bracelets clinked up and down their arms as they moved about.

One had a beaded Sedang necklace tight around his neck. Their watches were mounted on black leather cuffs with a black cover snapped over the face of the watch to prevent its glow from giving away their position. One wore a locally purchased Bowie knife hammered out of a truck spring that was the size of a small machete.

Turned out they were from SF recon Project Omega at Ban Me Thuot. They were hard dudes and projected a very clear don’t-give-a-shit attitude. All my subsequent contacts with recon were somewhat peripheral.

(HANK: For those not familiar with the acronyms, jargon and military breakdown, RVN was the Republic of Vietnam, or simply “South Vietnam.” The US Army was and is an enormous organization, all built around its chess pieces, or “combat arms”: infantry; artillery; armor/cavalry; engineers; aviation; etc. Then there were the elite Airborne units for special missions. Within the Airborne were units like the LRRPs, Rangers, and “Green Berets.” 5th SFG—Special Forces Group—was the unit in which both Jim Morris and SFC Bob Krahn [best damn platoon sergeant I ever knew, to whom I dedicated my first novel, Hell and Gone] fought in Vietnam. 5th SFG was special in both name and mission. They practiced unconventional warfare; and pretty much unconventional everything. They were not just elite warriors, but intelligent men in units that valued their intelligence rather than trying to crush it out of them. If the Special Forces mission wasn’t dangerous enough for you, you could step up yet another notch to a recon unit such as Project Omega, or the SOG teams which followed Charlie and the NVA across the borders of Laos, Cambodia and North Vietnam.)

JIM: I was assigned as trial counsel on a special court martial for negligent homicide. It was generally agreed that the defendant had got his break already with a special court. But, while I nailed him with a guilty verdict, factors extended in mitigation and extenuation resulted in a sentence of a two-grade bust and a two hundred dollar fine. That’s pretty light for murder.

The defendant was an SFC (Sergeant First Class), recon guy at CCC (Command and Control Central, a SOG project) in Kontum. He had been drinking in the club all afternoon with some chopper pilots and had gone to get his pistol to drive them back to town. Just as he was passing the screened window in the passage that connected the barracks area with the club, the victim, also drunk, had driven up, got out, pointed at the defendant and said, “HAW! HAW! HAW! You cudn hit shit w’that pist’l.”

To which the defendant replied, “I could hit you, motherfucker,” and promptly drew and blew his lights out.

He insisted that he was sure he didn’t have a round in the chamber and that he had been aiming to the side of the defendants head, and was vastly surprised to have killed him. It was also entered in extenuation and mitigation that the defendant was pending a direct commission at the time. And that it was the custom in CCC at that time to sit around in the club, get shitfaced, and shoot rats out of the eaves with automatic weapons. Welcome to recon.

HANK: That’s pretty Wild West—sounds like a Billy the Kid story. I did some pretty dumb stuff, but thankfully I never talked trash to shitfaced operators with loaded weapons.

JIM: At a later date I was in the A Shau Valley with Project Delta’s reaction force when we discovered some commo wire and sent for a recon team trained in wiretap which came from CCN (Command and Control North), another SOG project, in fact the most dangerous of all the recon projects, with, at one time, a 115% annual casualty rate. The two Americans with the wiretap team, were, of course, crazy people, but their indige were from another planet.

Their leader, a warrant officer, was very together, but one of the others was playing the role to an amazing degree, having dyed his patrol hat black and starched it so it looked like Jack Palance’s hat in Shane. He also wore black leather gloves at all times. Another of the indige was badly pockmarked and giggled incessantly. They were all highly amused by the reaction company I was with because we wore helmets, and there were too many of us to make it worthwhile to paint our faces. We got in firefights while they were with us and lost people, but the recon guys treated the whole thing as a lark.

HANK: A lot of people might assume it was the war that turned those guys into lunatics, but I wonder if they weren’t that way already, and the war just gave them opportunity to turn their wolf loose. This is not an original thought, of course. Captain Willard in Apocalypse Now mused something similar about Chef, for instance. Guys like Shriver really make me wonder, though.

JIM: I never met Shriver, but I did meet a staff sergeant who looked to be about fourteen at a party at the Nha Trang Mike Force one evening. We were talking tactics and I guess something I said impressed him because he kissed me on the ear and said, “Y’know, motherfucker, I like you.”

As a captain I found this surprising. Later I figured out that he was Baby-San Davidson, Shriver’s assistant patrol leader.

HANK: This Davidson sounds a lot like your Shoogie character, actually.

JIM: Almost every recon team leader was a legend of sorts. Dick Meadows, who later infiltrated Tehran to recon the ill-fated Iran raid, was one. Another was MOH winner Bob Howard, who once jumped out of the jungle at night to run alongside an NVA truck convoy and lob a claymore into the back of a truck with about fifty NVA in it, crank it off, and dive back in the jungle. He got no award for that at all, just a bump in his reputation.

But Shriver was the recon man’s recon man, their living legend. Well, he was that for years, then he was just their legend.

HANK: With his permission, I’m including an excerpt from John L. Plaster’s book, SOG: The Secret Wars of America’s Commandos in Vietnam, which tells Jerry Shriver’s story.


Mad Dog led dozens of covert missions into Laos & Cambodia until his luck ran out.

By Maj. John L. Plaster, USAR (Ret.)

There undoubtedly was not a single recon man in SOG more accomplished or renowned than Mad Dog Shriver.

In the late 1960s, no Special Forces trooper at Ft. Bragg even breathed those top secret letters, "S-O-G," but everyone had heard of the legendary Studies and Observations Group Green Beret recon team leader, Sergeant First Class Jerry Shriver, dubbed a "mad dog" by Radio Hanoi. It was Jerry Shriver who'd spoken the most famous rejoinder in SOG history, radioing his superiors not to worry that NVA forces had encircled his tiny team. "No, no," he explained, "I've got 'em right where I want 'em -- surrounded from the inside."

Fully decked out, Mad Dog was a walking arsenal with an imposing array of sawed-off shotgun or suppressed submachine gun, pistols, knives and grenades. "He looked like Rambo," First Sergeant Billy Greenwood thought. Blond, tall and thin, Shriver’s face bore chiseled features around piercing blue eyes. "There was no soul in the eyes, no emotion," thought SOG Captain Bill O’Rourke. "They were just eyes."

By early 1969, Shriver was well into his third continuous year in SOG, leading top secret intelligence gathering teams deep into the enemy’s clandestine Cambodian sanctuaries where he’d teased death scores of times. Unknown to him, however, forces beyond his control at the highest levels of government in Hanoi and Washington were steering his fate.

The Strategic Picture

Every few weeks of early 1969, the docks at Cambodia's seaport of Sihanoukville bustled with East European ships offloading to long lines of Hak Ly Trucking Company lorries. Though ostensibly owned by a Chinese businessman, the Hak Ly Company's true operator was North Vietnam's Trinh Sat intelligence service.

The trucks’ clandestine cargo of rockets, small arms ammunition and mortar rounds rolled overnight to the heavily jungled frontier of Kampong Cham Province just three miles from the border with South Vietnam, a place the Americans had nicknamed the Fishhook, where vast stockpiles sustained three full enemy divisions, plus communist units across the border inside South Vietnam -- some 200,000 foes.

Cambodian Prince Sihanouk was well aware of these neutrality violations; indeed, his fifth wife, Monique, her mother and half-brother were secretly peddling land rights and political protection to the NVA; other middlemen were selling rice to the NVA by the thousands of tons. Hoping to woo Sihanouk away from the communists, the Johnson Administration had watched passively while thousands of GIs were killed by communist forces operating from Cambodia, and not only did nothing about it, but said nothing--even denied it was happening.

And now, each week of February and March 1969, more Americans were dying than lost in the Persian Gulf War, killed by NVA forces that struck quickly then fled back to"neutral” Cambodia.

Combined with other data, SOG's Cambodian intelligence appeared on a top secret map which National Security Adviser Henry Kissinger studied aboard Air Force One at Brussels airport the morning of 24 February 1969. Sitting with Kissinger was Colonel Alexander Haig, his military assistant, while representing the president was White House Chief of Staff H.R. "Bob" Haldeman. During the new administration's transition, President Nixon had asked Kissinger to determine how to deal with the Cambodian buildup and counter Hanoi's "fight and talk" strategy.

While President Nixon addressed NATO's North Atlantic Council, those aboard Air

Force One worked out details for a clandestine U.S. response: The secret bombing of Cambodia's most remote sanctuaries, which would go unacknowledged unless Prince Sihanouk protested. When Air Force One departed Brussels, Kissinger briefed President Nixon, who approved the plan but postponed implementing it. Over the coming three weeks, Nixon twice warned Hanoi, "we will not tolerate attacks which result in heavier casualties to our men at a time that we are honestly trying to seek peace at the conference table in Paris." The day after Nixon's second warning, the NVA bombarded Saigon with 122mm rockets obviously smuggled through Cambodia. Three days later, Nixon turned loose the B-52s on the Fishhook, the first secret Cambodian raid, which set off 73 secondary explosions.

A Special SOG Mission

Not one peep eminated from Phnom Penh or Hanoi and here was a fitting irony: For four years the North Vietnamese had denied their presence in Cambodia, and now, with U.S. bombs falling upon them, they could say nothing. Nixon suspended further B-52 strikes in hopes Hanoi's negotiators might begin productive discussions in Paris, but the talks droned on pointlessly.

To demonstrate that America, too, could "talk and fight," President Nixon approved a second secret B-52 strike, this time against a target proposed by General Creighton Abrams with Ambassador Bunker's endorsement: COSVN, the Central Office for South Vietnam, the almost mythical Viet Cong headquarters which claimed to run the whole war. An NVA deserter had pinpointed the COSVN complex 14 miles southeast of Memot, Cambodia, in the Fishhook, just a mile beyond the South Vietnamese border.

The COSVN raid was laid on for 24 April.

Apprised of the upcoming B-52 strike, Brigadier General Philip Davidson, the MACV J- 2, thought that instead of just bombing COSVN, a top secret SOG raiding force should hit the enemy headquarters as soon as the bombs stopped falling. He phoned Colonel Steve Cavanaugh, Chief SOG, who agreed and ordered the Ban Me Thuot-based Command and Control South, CCS, to prepare a Green Beret-led company of Montagnard mercenaries for the special mission.

At CCS, the historic COSVN raid fell upon its most accomplished man, that living recon legend, Mad Dog Shriver, and Captain Bill O'Rourke. Though O'Rourke would command the company-size raiding force, Shriver equally would influence the operation, continuing an eight-month collaboration they’d begun when they ran recon together.

Mad Dog -- the Man and the Myth

There was no one at CCS quite like Mad Dog Shriver. Medal of Honor recipient Jim Fleming, who flew USAF Hueys for SOG, found Shriver, "the quintessential warrior-loner, anti-social, possessed by what he was doing, the best team, always training, constantly training."

Shriver rarely spoke and walked around camp for days wearing the same clothes. In his sleep he cradled a loaded rifle, and in the club he'd buy a case of beer, open every can, then go alone to a corner and drink them all. Though he'd been awarded a Silver Star, five Bronze Stars and the Soldiers Medal, the 28-year old Green Beret didn’t care about decorations.

But he did care about the Montagnard hill tribesmen, and spent all his money on them, even collected food, clothes, whatever people would give, to distribute in Yard villages. He was the only American at CCS who lived in the Montagnard barracks. "He was almost revered by the Montagnards," O'Rourke says.

Shriver's closest companion was a German shepherd he'd brought back from Taiwan which he named Klaus. One night Klaus got sick on beer some recon men fed him and crapped on the NCO club floor; they rubbed his nose in it and threw him out. Shriver arrived, drank a beer, removed his blue velvet smoking jacket and derby hat, put a .38 revolver on a table, then dropped his pants and defecated on the floor. "If you want to rub my nose in this," he dared, "come on over." Everyone pretended not to hear him; one man who'd fed Klaus beer urged the Recon Company commander to intervene. The captain laughed in his face.

"He had this way of looking at you with his eyes half-open," recon man Frank Burkhart remembers. "If he looked at me like that, I'd just about freeze."

Shriver always had been different. In the early 1960s, when Rich Ryan served with him in the 7th Army's Long Range Patrol Company in Germany, Shriver’s buddies called him "Digger" since they thought he looked like an undertaker. As a joke his LRRP comrades concocted their own religion, "The Mahoganites," which worshipped a mahogany statue. "So we would carry Shriver around on an empty bunk with a sheet over him and candles on the corners," recalled Ryan, "and chant, 'Maaa-haa-ga-ney, Maaa-haa-ga-ney.' Scared the hell out of new guys."

Medal of Honor recipient Jim Fleming says Shriver "convinced me that for the rest of my life I would not go into a bar and cross someone I didn't know."

But no recon man was better in the woods. "He was like having a dog you could talk to," O'Rourke explained. "He could hear and sense things; he was more alive in the woods than any other human being I've ever met." During a company operation on the Cambodian border Shriver and an old Yard compatriot were sitting against a tree, O'Rourke recalled. "Suddenly he sat bolt upright, they looked at each other, shook their heads and leaned back against the tree. I'm watching this and wondering, what the hell's going on? And all of a sudden these birds flew by, then a nano-second later, way off in the distance, 'Boom-boom!' -- shotguns. They'd heard that, ascertained what it was and relaxed before I even knew the birds were flying."

Shriver once went up to SOG’s Command and Control North for a mission into the DMZ where Captain Jim Storter encountered him just before insert. "He had pistols stuck everywhere on him, I mean, he had five or six .38 caliber revolvers." Storter asked him,"Sergeant Shriver, would you like a CAR-15 or M-16 or something? You know the DMZ is not a real mellow area to go into." But Mad Dog replied, "No, them long guns'll get you in trouble and besides, if I need more than these I got troubles anyhow."

Rather than stand down after an operation, Shriver would go out with another team. "He lived for the game; that's all he lived for," Dale Libby, a fellow CCS man said. Shriver once promised everyone he was going on R&R but instead snuck up to Plei Djerang Special Forces camp to go to the field with Rich Ryan's A Team.

During a short leave stateside in 1968, fellow Green Beret Larry White hung out with Shriver, whose only real interest was finding a lever action .444 Marlin rifle. Purchasing one of the powerful Marlins, Shriver shipped it back to SOG so he could carry it into Cambodia, "to bust bunkers," probably the only levergun used in the war.

And the Real Jerry Shriver

Unless you were one of Mad Dog's close friends, the image was perfect prowess -- but the truth was, Shriver confided to fellow SOG Green Beret Sammy Hernandez, he feared death and didn't think he'd live much longer. He'd beat bad odds too many times, and could feel a terrible payback looming.

"He wanted to quit," Medal of Honor winner Fred Zabitosky could see. "He really wanted to quit, Jerry did. I said, 'Why don't you just tell them I want off, I don't want to run any more?' He said he would but he never did; just kept running."

The 5th Special Forces Group executive officer, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie Norton, had been watching SOG recon casualties skyrocket and grew concerned about men like Mad Dog whose lives had become a continuous flirtation with death. Norton went to the 5th Group commander and urged, "Don't approve the goddamn extensions these guys are asking for. You approve it again, your chances of killing that guy are very, very good." But the group commander explained SOG needed experienced men for its high priority missions. "Bullshit," Norton snapped, "you're signing that guy's death warrant."

Eventually 5th Group turned down a few extensions but only a very few; the most experienced recon men never had extensions denied. Never.

"Mad Dog was wanting to get out of recon and didn't know how," said recon team leader Sonny Franks, though the half-measure came when Shriver left recon to join his teammate O’Rourke’s raider company. And now the COSVN raid would make a fitting final operation; Shriver could face his fear head-on, charge right into COSVN’s mysterious mouth and afterward at last call it quits.

Into COSVN’s Mouth

The morning of 24 April 1969, while high-flying B-52s winged their way from distant Guam, the SOG raider company lined up beside the airfield at Quan Loi, South Vietnam, only 20 miles southeast of COSVN's secret lair. But just five Hueys were flyable that morning, enough to lift only two platoons; the big bombers could not be delayed, which meant Lieutenant Bob Killebrew's 3rd Platoon would have to stand by at Quan Loi while the 1st Platoon under First Lieutenant Walter Marcantel, and 2nd Platoon under First Lieutenant Greg Harrigan, raided COSVN. Capt. O'Rourke and Mad Dog didn't like it, but they could do nothing.*

Nor could they do anything about their minimal fire support. Although whole waves of B-52s were about to dump thousands of bombs into COSVN, the highly classified Cambodian Rules of Engagement forbade tactical air strikes; it was better to lose an American-led SOG team, the State Department rules suggested, than leave

documentable evidence that U.S. F4 Phantoms had bombed this "neutral" territory. It was a curious logic so concerned about telltale napalm streaks or cluster bomb fins, but unconcerned about B-52 bomb craters from horizon to horizon. Chief SOG Cavanaugh found the contradiction "ridiculous," but he could not change the rules.

The B-52 contrails were not yet visible when the raiding force Hueys began cranking and the raiders boarded; Capt. O'Rourke would be aboard the first bird and Shriver on the last so they'd be at each end of the landing Hueys. As they lifted off for the ten minute flight, the B-52s were making final alignments for the run-in. Minutes later the lead chopper had to turn back because of mechanical problems; O'Rourke could only wish the others Godspeed. Command passed to an operations officer in the second bird who'd come along for the raid, Captain Paul Cahill.

Momentarily the raiders could see dirt geysers bounding skyward amid collapsing trees. Then as the dust settled a violin-shaped clearing took form and the Hueys descended in-trail, hovered for men to leap off, then climbed away.

Then fire exploded from all directions, horrible fire that skimmed the ground and mowed down anyone who didn’t dive into a bomb crater or roll behind a fallen tree trunk. From the back of the LZ, Mad Dog radioed that a machinegun bunker to his left-front had his *(Greg Harrigan and I had been boyhood friends in northeast Minneapolis.) men pinned and asked if anyone could fire at it to relieve the pressure. Holed up in a bomb crater beneath murderous fire, Capt. Cahill, 1st Lt. Marcantel and a medic, Sergeant Ernest Jamison, radioed that they were pinned, too. Then Jamison dashed out to retrieve a wounded man; heavy fire cut him down, killing him on the spot.

No one else could engage the machinegun that trapped Shriver's men -- it was up to Mad Dog. Skittish Yards looked to Shriver and his half-grin restored a sense of confidence. Then they were on their feet, charging -- Shriver was his old self, running to the sound of guns, a True Believer Yard on either side, all of them dashing through the flying bullets, into the treeline, into the very guts of Mad Dog's great nemesis, COSVN.

And Mad Dog Shriver was never seen again.

The Fight Continues

At the other end of the LZ, Jamison's body lay just a few yards from the crater where Capt. Cahill heard bullets cracking and RPGs rocking the ground. When Cahill lifted his head, an AK round hit him in the mouth, deflected up and destroyed an eye. Badly wounded, he collapsed.

In a nearby crater, young Lt. Greg Harrigan directed helicopter gunships whose rockets and mini-guns were the only thing holding off the aggressive NVA. Already, Harrigan reported, more than half his platoon were killed or wounded. For 45 minutes the Green Beret lieutenant kept the enemy at bay, then Harrigan, too, was hit. He died minutes later.

Bill O'Rourke tried to land on another helicopter but his bird couldn't penetrate the NVA veil of lead. Lieutenant Colonel Earl Trabue, their CCS Commander, arrived and flew overhead with O’Rourke but they could do little.

Hours dragged by. Wounded men laid untreated, exposed in the sun. Several times the Hueys attempted to retrieve them and each time heavy fire drove them off. One door gunner was badly wounded. Finally a passing Australian twin-jet Canberra bomber from No. 2 Squadron at Phan Rang heard their predicament on the emergency radio frequency, ignored the fact it was Cambodia, and dropped a bombload which, O’Rourke reports, "broke the stranglehold those guys were in, and it allowed us to go in." Only 1st Lt. Marcantel was still directing air, and finally he had to bring ordnance so close it wounded himself and his surviving nine Montagnards.

One medic ran to Harrigan's hole and attempted to lift his body out but couldn't. "They were pretty well drained physically and emotionally," O'Rourke said. Finally, three Hueys raced in and picked up 15 wounded men. Lieutenant Dan Hall carried out a radio operator, then managed to drag Lt. Harrigan's body to an aircraft. Thus ended the COSVN raid.

A Time for Reflection

Afterward Chief SOG Cavanaugh talked to survivors and learned, "The fire was so heavy and so intense that even the guys trying to [evade] and move out of the area were being cut down." It seemed almost an ambush. "That really shook them up at MACV, to realize anybody survived that [B-52] strike," Col. Cavanaugh said.

The heavy losses especially affected Brig. Gen. Davidson, the MACV J-2, who blamed himself for the catastrophe. "General," Chief SOG Cavanaugh assured him, "if I'd have felt we were going to lose people like that, I wouldn't have put them in there."

It’s that ambush-like reception despite a B-52 strike that opens the disturbing possibility of treachery and, it turns out, it was more than a mere possibility. One year after the COSVN raid, the NSA twice intercepted enemy messages warning of imminent SOG operations which could only have come from a mole or moles in SOG headquarters. It would only be long after the war that it became clear Hanoi’s Trinh Sat had penetrated SOG, inserting at least one high ranking South Vietnamese officer in SOG whose treachery killed untold Americans, including, most likely, the COSVN raiders.

Of those raiders, Lt. Walter Marcantel survived his wounds only to die six months later in a parachuting accident at Ft. Devens, Mass., while Capt. Paul Cahill was medically retired. Eventually, Green Beret medic Ernest Jamison's body was recovered. But those lost in the COSVN raid have not been forgotten. Under a beautiful spring sky on Memorial Day, 1993, with American flags waving and an Army Reserve Huey strewing flower petals as it passed low-level, members of Special Forces Association Chapter XX assembled at Lt. Greg Harrigan’s grave in Minneapolis, Minn. Before the young lieutenant’s family, a Special Forces honor guard placed a green beret at his grave, at last conferring some recognition to the fallen SOG man, a gesture the COSVN raid’s high classification had made impossible a quarter-century earlier. Until now, neither Harrigan’s family nor the families of the other lost men knew the full story of the top secret COSVN raid.

But  the story remains incomplete. As in the case of SOG’s other MIAs, Hanoicontinues to deny any knowledge of Jerry Shriver. Capt. O'Rourke concluded Mad Dog died that day. "I felt very privileged to have been his friend," O’Rourke says, "and when he died I grieved as much as for my younger brother when he was killed. Twenty some-odd years later, it still sticks in my craw that I wasn't there. I wish I had been there."

There remains a popular myth among SOG veterans, that any day now Mad Dog Shriver will emerge from the Cambodian jungle as if only ten minutes have gone by, look right and left and holler, "Hey! Where’d everybody go?" Indeed, to those who knew him and fought beside him, Mad Dog will live forever.

Vietnam vet Richard Hambley writes this about Mad Dog:

"I had the honor/pleasure of meeting Jerry Shriver only one time at the Special Forces club Water Hole #3 in Pleiku late in 1968. One afternoon while I was having a bite to eat and a few drinks he happened to stop by while in transit to only God knows where. His Montagnard soldiers struck up a conversation with my two Mike Force scouts and he noticed me observing the meeting. He pulled up a chair next to me and we began discussing the problems of VC infiltration of the Mike Force units. It was common knowledge that 5 to 10% of our outfits were VC sypmathizers or enemy spies and we both knew it. His concern was my safety and he offered me some good sound advice on dealing with this issue.

"I have read many stories by other veterans of how cold and distant Jerry Shriver could be at times but to me he was just another soldier trying to help a fellow G.I. survive this war. I will be forever grateful to him for his counsel and helpful tips on dealing with and fighting next to the Montagnard Tribesmen. His legacy will always be that of the consummate soldier as that is exactly what he was."

HANK: I'm dumbfounded at the ignorance to the moles inside SOG. Hadn't we learned by then that the ARVN couldn't be trusted with anything?

JIM: The official story was that the ARVN were our noble allies. When I was at Kham Duc we had a requirement to hand in all our proposed patrols a month ahead of time. I sent in the report, but I never went where I said I was going to go.

HANK: How did Mad Dog get from a recon unit in Germany to a SOG operation--was it as easy as just a transfer? Did he have to go through the Q-Course first or was he never even tabbed SF?

JIM: I've wondered the same thing, how he got from Germany to SOG, but I don't know.

HANK: Maybe somebody who knows that part of the story will read this and leave a comment or something to fill that part in.

PAUL LONGGREAR: Jerry was a Killer, not a fighter. There is an incident where he went up to CCN on R&R and was challenged and dared to fight, off and on, for a couple of hours. He totally ignored the guy like there was nothing to it. People who witnessed it were flabbergasted. Most people associate killer with bad all over, but it wasn't so with Jerry.

HANK: A fascinating individual, to be certain. I should add that, in addition to the characters I’ve read about or seen in films ultimately inspired by Jerry Shriver, I knew a “Mad Dog” myself once at Bragg. Also, Charles W. Sasser had a friend called “Mad Dog” during his time, according to his autobiography. Perhaps his legacy is, in some small way, a continuing inspiration in reality as well as fiction.