Showing posts with label phuoc tuy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label phuoc tuy. Show all posts

Wednesday, 1 April 2026

Groundhog Day

M109 at the Horseshoe

Back in May 1970, I was a reluctant member of 5 platoon, B Coy, 7 RAR, and about one third into my sojourn in South Vietnam which lasted two hundred and ninety eight days.

I had been told that I was there to support a commitment to achieving freedom for the people of South Vietnam.  The fact that back home people were preparing for the Moratorium marches which were about to be the largest turnout of demonstrators in Australian history was a complication to that simple notion.

Another complication was that the people shooting at us, and routinely laying landmines to kill us, were actually Vietnamese. They apparently had a different idea of freedom from ours, and had dug up the mines the task force had deployed from Dat Do to the sea to use them against us.

I was bothered less by these complications than the media commentators. My focus was on keeping myself and my section mates alive, and I worked very diligently at that. Obviously, I was successful.  

The closest I went to being killed or wounded  during my tour was by our own people, in two different "friendly fire" incidents. I think the Americans coined the phrase. It has a similar ring to it as does "collateral damage". We're hearing plenty of US coined rationalised euphemisms at the moment, many of them coming from their president. 

The first friendly fire incident occurred during Operation Finschhafen on Friday 13th March. The second was a bit later, in May, although I can't recall the exact date.

By May, we had been doing heaps of ambushing. On this particular occasion, we set up an ambush on a track junction. It was within artillery range of the Horseshoe where there was a detachment of US mobile M109 howitzers.  These things had a bore of 155mm and a range of 20 kms depending on what they were firing.

We radioed our position (Locstat) back to ATF headquarters who would have notified all friendlies in the area of the grid reference of our location, and set about standing to just as the sun was setting.

We heard primaries at the Horseshoe going off in the distance. This was routine, as the Yanks used what they called Harassment and Interdiction (H & I) to annoy the VC. They would pick what they thought was a likely location for the presence of the enemy, and fire off a salvo or two in the off chance that they might kill someone. Their view of a "likely location", the track junction, coincided with ours. 

What was not routine was the incredible noise these things made as they tumbled over our heads and landed just forward of our position. Next morning we found that the distance they landed from our harbour perimeter was about 75 metres. Given that they were advertised as having a lethal killing effect within 50 metres, that was far too close.  

Our platoon Sig got on the radio without reference from our platoon commander, and called "checkfire all locations". We heard an acknowledgement simultaneous with the sound of a second set of primaries, and understood with terrifying clarity that a second salvo was on the way. The next 45 seconds or so was a very long time.

The second salvo was, if anything, closer than the first, but as the rounds were coming from behind, the shrapnel mostly went forward. We had not dug shell scrapes. The ground at that time of the year was not conducive to quick digging, and the soil rocky with a mixture of clay and granite.

On returning to the Horseshoe at the end of the operation, we would notice the sweet smell of marijuana wafting across from the lines of A Battery, 2nd Battalion, 35th Field Artillery, the unit in question, on many humid evenings. The gunners were obviously seeking solace from time to time. Perhaps there was a distraction which had prevented them from checking for friendlies.

Fifty six years later, the Yanks are still firing off ordnance without, apparently, any clear understanding of the consequences.

In my lifetime, not a lot has changed.

 

Friday, 30 January 2026

Deja Vu


About 56 years ago, four students at Kent State University were shot dead by the Ohio National guard.

I remember it well, as I was at the time a rifleman in 7 RAR and we were patrolling on operation Concrete. The news filtered through to us when we got back to Nui Dat at the end of the operation. The students were protesting the invasion of Cambodia, an event that was happening only 100 Kms to the North West of our location. 

Neil Young released "Ohio" shortly after the massacre, and despite the fact that Nixon was re-elected in 1972, the impact of this song, together with publicity about the My Lai Massacre  (which was in news at about the same time) began to have a profound effect on public opinion against the war.

Bruce Springsteen has released Streets of Minneapolis which is already having an impact given the extent of its shares on social media.

There has been, and always will be, a visceral reaction across the Pacific  to US citizens being shot by uniformed people in their own country.

This incident may represent a turning point in US public opinion.

It's certainly deja vu. 

(The words mean "already seen").

 




Wednesday, 29 January 2025

Harry Smith's Story



I've just finished reading Harry Smith's Long Tan - The Start of a Lifetime Battle, and found it hard to put down.

Harry Smith was the commander of D Coy 6RAR during the battle of Long Tan in August 1966. Despite the title, his book covers events prior to and after the battle, as well as his own account of his company's ordeal when it defied an estimated regimental attack from main force NVA assisted by local elements of D445.

The book has the flavour of an exercise in setting the record straight, and he pulls no punches describing the intelligence failures that led to the encounter battle, the incompetence of senior task force commanders, and his conflict during the heat of battle with these same commanders in getting the artillery support he needed for the survival of D Coy.

Smith (who died in 2023) was a soldier's soldier, and disinclined to suffer fools gladly, especially when it came to the allocation of honours and awards for his soldiers. He spent the remainder of his life post Long Tan fighting for justice for the members of D Coy who were denied awards because of the quota system that operated at the time, and for many years post Vietnam.

Because there was a ceiling placed on the number of decorations to be awarded, senior commanders who experienced the battle from their command posts safe behind the wire at Nui Dat received honours whilst the soldiers under fire for hours had recommendations rescinded. Smith did extensive research for years, especially after the thirty year rule revealed the correspondence relating to these awards.

It makes pretty shocking reading, and it obviously motivated Harry Smith to fight for his men until the situation was largely remedied in November 2016, representing the culmination of a fifty year battle.

Smith's commentary on the human costs of the war makes interesting reading. One example - 

Whilst I have always been deeply saddened by the loss of the 18 young men in a battle that should not have happened in a war we could not win, and as well, the 521 men who gave their lives during the Vietnam War,  I must say now feel too for the families and loved ones of those young enemy soldiers we killed. Many of these soldiers were just teenagers.  (p187).

Apart from the remarkable narrative of Smith's battle for his soldiers, this book provides an amazing insight into the way the Australian military is organised, and the difficulties experienced by a career soldier attempting to maintain a stable family life. Again, Smith's honesty shines through, and he is quite frank about his failed marriages.

The book had a special resonance for me, as I have been to Long Tan twice, and went to school with Frank Topp, who was killed in the first few minutes of the battle. He was a local, and I got to know his mother before she died a few years ago.

My first sight of Long Tan was in April 1970 when we used a site near the rubber as a forming up point before we set out along the dry bed of the Suoi O Lo Nho on a night company move into the AO of our second operation.

The second time I was there was in March 2006 on a tour with my sons and a group of Vietnam veterans, most of whom were ex 8RAR.

The second visit was much more pleasant than the first.

Monday, 7 October 2024

It's Time

 


Excuse me for resurrecting the 1972 political slogan, gentle reader, but it's completely relevant.

Back then, I had returned to teaching after two years in the army, and ten months (298 days to be precise) on active duty in South Vietnam.

It was great to have returned to a productive enterprise (teaching kids with disabilities) in complete contrast to my experience during 1969/70. Most people I encountered after my RTA* were in a state of disregard about our commitment to a civil war in peacetime on foreign soil and wanted no part of any discussion about it.

That suited me, as I wanted to put the sojourn behind me, and get on with life.

That disregard had changed somewhat by 1987, with the Welcome Home march, and John Schumann's popular song, but for most Australians it was a non-issue. There was a lost fifteen years when Vietnam and national service had been consigned to the forgettery. Neither of these events (the march and the song) were initiated by politicians, although Bob Hawke did take the salute at the march. The march was organised by the veterans, although the then Labor government got behind it with some financial support through  transport and organisation.

If you follow the activity post withdrawal of politicians of all brands, they have studiously avoided the issue. John Howard made a speech on the 40th Anniversary of the Battle of Long Tan, but the apology was about how we were treated on return, rather than for sending us in the first place. He also made no distinction between volunteers (regular army) and Conscripts (Nashos). 

There has never been an apology to conscripts for sending us to Vietnam. Our situation was markedly different from that of the regular soldiers, who were all volunteers. It's likely that no politician wants to remind voters that there has been only once in our military history when selective conscription was used to send young men to kill and die in peacetime, and the party that did so would rather that it be forgotten.

But there are cranky old curmudgeons like me, who remember, and when my local Coalition federal member contact me unsolicited on Facebook, I decided to remind him of the war, his party's support of it, and their lack of action since.

This is my contribution to his feed.

I'll let you know the outcome, but won't be holding my breath.

*Return to Australia.


Monday, 15 July 2024

Shared Values?

 

Pic courtesy GovNews

Since the attempted assassination of Donald Trump, we've been hearing a great deal about our "shared values" when it comes to the USA.

The contrasting attitude to gun control is perhaps the most stark evidence of this. In this country you may own a gun, but generally people only do so if they are hobby shooters or live in rural environments. Gun ownership is not seen as a fundamental right, based on a constitutional amendment that was made two hundred and thirty years ago.

The real world outcome of this would suggest that Australian values on this issue are pragmatically superior, and it hasn't made any difference to freedom across the two countries. At least it didn't when I travelled to the USA a few years ago. If anything, we were trammelled with more petty restrictions over there than we are here, ironically enough, many of them stemmed from precautionary scenarios implemented in a fearful community with almost universal gun ownership.

We don't, for example, need control measures in schools such as single-access points, fencing, or internal door locks to enable teachers to lock shooters out at proven intervention points.  

The comparative firearm fatality rate is probably the best example of one result of this different set of values. 

Then there's the contrasting attitude towards health care. In Australia we have a system which provides access to health care which isn't directly related to wealth. Not so in the USA. More than two-thirds (73.4%) of Australians reported being satisfied with their healthcare, whilst only a slight majority of Americans (54.2%) said the same.

Apart from satisfaction rates, a comparison of some important statistics is even more revealing. Life expectancy in Australia is nearly four years longer than the USA. In addition, infant mortality per one thousand live births in Australia sits at 3.14, but it's 5.44 in the USA. It seems that the satisfaction rates are based on a realistic appreciation of the situation in each country.

The firearm laws and health systems in each country are based squarely on opposing values of individualism against egalitarianism.

Then there's the contrasting welfare systems. In contrast to the USA, we don't worship the rich and despise the poor. We have created a welfare system that shares the nation's wealth more equitably than the USA whilst still valuing entrepreneurship and innovation. A wide collection of Australian inventions provides ample evidence of that. 

Because our immigration system is skills-based, we don't need an endless supply of cheap immigrant labour and we pay wages comparatively higher that those across the Pacific.  As of the latest data the minimum wage in Australia is AU $20.33 per hour as against the US federal minimum wage of USA $7.25 per hour.

Travelling in the USA exposes the social divide that becomes evident whenever you walk into a supermarket or a subway. I am beginning to notice the same situation developing here. It's not a positive trend.

My time in Vietnam where we had intermittent contact with Americans made these differences in values stark, particularly when it came to race. I remember being cautioned a number of times by white Americans that socialising with African American GIs when we were on leave was not a good idea.

The irony in this was that the black GIs were far better company that their white counterparts, and their sense of humour resembled ours, which was probably why we gravitated towards them.

And that's another difference. Our laconic sense of humour is a reflection of the fact that we don't take ourselves all that seriously. There is no such thing as Australian exceptionalism.

And that's a very good thing. Shared values? I think not.....

Saturday, 27 April 2024

The One Day of the Year

At the cenotaph 25.04.24

It took me fifteen years after returning from Vietnam before I marched on Anzac Day.

There were all manner of reasons for this, but foremost amongst them was the reception we received in the early seventies if identified as Vietnam veterans. I was never personally called a "baby killer" but the atmosphere of  indifferent hostility (particularly on the campus of the University of Queensland where I was undertaking a Department of Labour and National Service rehabilitation scholarship) was absolutely clear.

So I put the whole experience on a shelf, worked and studied, got married and became a father.

In 1983 I was the principal of a special school in a Northern Brisbane suburb. On Anzac Day of that year the local RSL club donated $500 to the school. 

I'd previously had nothing to do with the RSL, but was obliged to meet with the local president to organise a presentation of the donation on Anzac Day, and he became aware that I was a returned soldier. I refused his offer to join the RSL, but accepted an invitation to march.

It was only after the Welcome Home in 1987, that I felt free to march again. Whilst interviewing many who had served in Vietnam for my thesis, I discovered that this behaviour was typical.

For about a decade and a half (from 1972 until 1987) we were personae non grata. Then came the Welcome Home march, the song, and a change in the public perception. Unfortunately it was too late for some.

So now I march. 

This year I went to Sydney and marched there with two blokes I've known since June 1969, when we were marched into 5 Platoon, B Coy, 7 RAR. We went through six months of intensive training which culminated with a couple of weeks at the Jungle Training Centre at Canungra and a pre-embarkation exercise at Shoalwater Bay near Rockhampton.

Together we embarked for Vietnam on HMAS Sydney on 16th February 1970.

We served together through operations Finschhafen and Cung Chung, and all three of us were involved in an assault on a bunker system on 22nd April. B Coy took one KIA* and two WIA+ in that incident, and a soldier from 4 Platoon died of dehydration the day prior to the bunker contact.

You can read about it here.

Then, coincidentally we were all re-posted out of 5 platoon in June 1970, more or less simultaneously and for a variety of reasons driven fundamentally by manpower requirements which tended to decide the fate of most Nashos, another fact I discovered during my research.

We're all in our mid-seventies, so marching may not be possible for much longer, so I took the opportunity to travel to Sydney to march with them, probably for the last time.

There were only about thirty of us left to march from a unit that had seen thousands pass through its ranks between 1965 and 1972.

Perhaps, if there are no more wars, nobody will be left to march in the future.

I live in hope.


*Killed in Action

+Wounded in Action



Monday, 12 February 2024

One Website at a Time

 

Some of 5 Platoon B Coy June 1970

Regular readers of this blog will remember this post, which explained the fun I had setting the record straight about the "Volunteer Nasho" myth that had persisted for nearly fifty years at the time I encountered it.

The simple exercise of discerning and disseminating fact is essential if we are to tell the truth about our history, military or otherwise.

Truth-telling is, after all, the first step towards reconciliation, and I'm aware that there is still a way to go to to achieve real reconciliation amongst Vietnam veterans, given the comments I get whenever I post on the topic. Three years of research doesn't seem to make a difference to some of the enduring mythology. 

The barnacle metaphor springs to mind.

I'd written about the need for reconciliation before.

Last month I came across a page on the State Library of Queensland website devoted to national service. It regurgitated the old myth that national servicemen who served in Vietnam were for the most part volunteers. Once you ignore the logical impossibility that conscripts could be classified as volunteers, the next step is to consult the literature, something that I spent three years doing prior to my thesis.

I made phone and email contact with the library about a month ago, sending them my thesis, together with a reading list on the topic, much of which has been around for ten years at least.

Today on revisiting the site I found that the reference to "many" volunteers on the website has been altered to - 

The 1965 amendment to the Defence Act stated 'conscripts could be obliged to serve overseas' and in March 1966 then Prime Minister Holt announced, National Servicemen would be sent to Vietnam to fight in units of the Australian Regular Army. Consequently, most National Servicemen (Nashos) were not given the choice of active service once allocated to a regular army unit, especially infantry units. As a result, 2 died in Borneo and in the Vietnam War 210 were killed and more than 1200 were wounded. 

This is gratifying because the reference to infantry units not being given a choice is precisely what my interviews with Nashos revealed. Once posted to infantry, manpower was all that mattered to the army.

The courteous head librarian told me that they had relied on material from the National Service Association to provide content. I then contacted the NSA who told me that they had not updated their information for years, mainly because the people tasked with maintaining their website were infirm as a result of age.

So the myth has remained on the NSA website more out of neglect than malice, a very sad state of affairs.  

It's still there -

Most but not all units gave National Servicemen the choice of active service and most volunteered. 

So the next step in my quest is to contact the NSA and suggest that they rejig their website to reflect the historical reality. 

Everyone has to have at least one obsession. 

Wish me luck...


Update -

I posted this email to the NSA after many unsuccessful attempts to talk to them, with copies to the Australian War Memorial, and the Minister for Veterans' Affairs -

____________________________________________________________

Dear Sir

I draw your attention to the following statement on your history of national service as it refers to the second national service scheme on your website – 

 

 All Battalions were rotated through Vietnam between 1966 and 1971.  Most but not all units gave National Servicemen the choice of active service and most volunteered.  

 

This statement is misleading, especially the “most volunteered” reference, and is not based on fact. In the first place, national servicemen (including myself who served in 7RAR in Vietnam in 1970) were conscripts. We were in the army because our birthdates were drawn in the various national service ballots. If we had wanted to volunteer to fight in Vietnam, we could have done so by enlisting in the ARA.

Secondly, historians who have researched national service, including Mark Dapin, Jeffrey Grey, and Ben Morris (the latter a Vietnam veteran) have shown through their research that most units did not offer options regarding operational service. Once enlisted, we were members of the ARA and amendments to the National Service Act of 1965 specified that we were to be treated as such. My own research has made it clear that most national servicemen allocated to Infantry, were not given an option. There were examples of Nashos going directly from recruit training to battalion postings, in the knowledge that those battalions were likely to be deployed but describing that process as “volunteering” is an abuse of the English language. These men were in the army because they were conscripts, not volunteers. 

The best example of this practice was the fate of Stanley Larsson, a member of my unit who was killed in a mine incident on June 6th, 1970. Reference to this incident is made on P 132 of my recently completed thesis. 

 The statement on your website should read - 

 All Battalions were rotated through Vietnam between 1966 and 1971. Occasionally, unit commanders gave National Servicemen the choice of avoiding active service, but this practice was in breach of the National Service Act and was discouraged at a political levelMost national servicemen simply made the best of their situation.


Whilst this history is not a good fit with the Anzac legend, it is the reality, and if you respect our service, especially those who gave their lives, you will tell the truth about it in your publications. Those who died are honoured by the truth, not convenient mythology.

 

Please acknowledge this email and correct your webpage.

 

Respectfully yours


XXXX

_____________________________________________________________


I'll keep you posted.

Wednesday, 30 August 2023

Review - Our Vietnam War

 

Image courtesy ABC iView

This ABC programme has been broadcast on Tuesday nights for the last three weeks. It is also available on ABC iView.

It should be compulsory viewing for all Australian high school students, as it offers a comprehensive, factual and unbiased narrative of the conflict. It is also exquisitely made, featuring interviews with historians (some of whom served during the decade of the war), together with ex-service personnel, of both genders, and Vietnamese refugees. The music of the era provides a sound track, and contributes to an understanding of the time.

The interviews with people like Graham Edwards (ex-7RAR, who lost both legs in a mine incident in 1970), Harry Smith (D Coy commander Battle of Long Tan), Ashley Ekins (ex chief historian at the Australian War Memorial), Mark Dapin (author of The Nashos War and Australia's Vietnam: Myth vs History) and a couple of anti-war activists and Vietnamese refugees, provide an unrivalled cross section of recollections and perspectives.

The topic is covered comprehensively, beginning with the history of the French defeat and concluding with the long shadow created by the war in the lives of so many Australians.

I found it deeply moving, and would recommend it.

It can be found on ABC iView.

Here is a link to the trailer.


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Saturday, 3 June 2023

BRS and the ANZAC Myth

Pic courtesy Canberra Times


It's been a little quiet here lately, gentle reader.

A 30,000 word thesis deadline was hanging over my head, which has now been met, so back to normal posting..... 

 The media is wall-to-wall Ben Roberts-Smith, at the moment. It sells well as a story because it brings together so much of what causes outrage, and outrage always sells.

Personally, I feel some sympathy for Roberts-Smith, not because I believe he has been accused unjustly, I simply don't know, but because he's collateral in the culture wars. Soldiers are always collateral, of course, as any Vietnam veteran will tell you. 

 There are so many aspects of this issue which are tragic. The rate of suicide amongst Australian veterans of Afghanistan is the first aspect of the tragedy. Then there's the issue of the reputations of the ADF and the SAS. 

When I was in what we called the "Funny Country", the SAS were held in awe. We had little to do with them, and they were largely invisible to friend and foe alike at the time, and they would always avoid a fight if possible. 

 Fighting wasn't really their role. They were essentially involved in collecting intelligence, and they were very good at it. 

They seem to have been used in a very different way in Afghanistan which brought them into contact with civilians. Some units seemed to have gone feral. This may have come about because their own culture has always seen them as a race apart and they made up rules as they went along. It's difficult to understand how higher command turned a blind eye to this, but it's apparent, by the outcome, that they did. 

Accountability needs to go all the way up the line, and this doesn't seem to be happening. 

 Then there's the ANZAC myth, as distinct from the ANZAC tradition. The myth holds that Australians in uniform can do no wrong, and if they are fighting for King and Country, they're somehow excused from accountability. The problem with this notion is, that if accepted, it brings our fighting men and women down to the same level as those who would use terrorism and intimidation to achieve their ends. That simply won't wash. 

Heaven help anyone who is critical of aspects of the myth.

The best aspects of the ANZAC tradition uphold compassion, a fair go, and the capacity not to take ourselves too seriously. The last aspect is what makes us so different from the Americans, something which was very obvious in Vietnam all those years ago. 

 The media need to let go of this story, as it harms all those involved, especially the soldiers who served, and their families. There's a whiff of stereotyping wrapped up in this, redolent of the "baby-killer" meme which did the rounds post Vietnam. This doesn't mean the media shouldn't report it, but they should not exploit it. That seems to be something that local media can't avoid.

Accountability needs to be applied, but doing so in the full glare of publicity, to sell clics and newspapers will do more harm than good, and enough harm has been done already, both in Afghanistan and back home in Australia.

Saturday, 29 April 2023

A Reconciliation of Sorts


Back in 1970, upon returning from Vietnam, I went into an RSL club in Brisbane for a beer. 

When I told an older digger that I was just back from Vietnam he told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't welcome to join the RSL. He was of the opinion that I wasn't a soldier when I was in country, and that I was a policeman. 

He also described the conflict as a "tin-pot" political exercise. That was about the only belief he held that was correct.

I didn't join the RSL, and my father, who was a returned airman from his war in New Guinea resigned his membership in solidarity.

Thirteen years later, as principal of a special school at Petrie (North of Brisbane) I was phoned by the local RSL president just before ANZAC Day and asked if the school would accept a donation of $500 from the local RSL. 

During the conversation I let slip that I was a veteran, and he invited me to march at the local commemoration. I did so, and that was the first time I joined the parade.

Earlier this year, I was looking for a venue to interview ex-Nashos as part of my research into choices and attitudes of national servicemen who went to Vietnam, and someone suggested the Gaythorne RSL club. It had everything I needed, so I approached them and made arrangements. 

I was also asked to join the RSL, on the basis that they were happy to help. They were indeed helpful, so after years I did so. My shiny badge arrived in the post, and I wore it to this year's march.

I then stored it safely with my father's badge. Dad died many years ago, and I inherited his medals, and the RSL badge that he stopped wearing as a protest against both conscription, and the treatment we received on return.

So we are now reconciled - the RSL, my father, and myself.

It is a much changed organization since the influence of people like James Brown began to reform both its culture and role. Gone are the days when "my war was better than your war".

And that is a very good thing....




 

Monday, 13 February 2023

AUKUS and Sovereignty

 

7 RAR headquarters Nui Dat 1970 - Image courtesy AWM

There is a slice of the history of the US/Australian relationship, relevant to AUKUS, which has been largely forgotten. Let me remind you, gentle reader, of its significance.

When Australian troops were first deployed to South Vietnam in March 1965, the battalion involved (1 RAR) was based at Bien Hoa Air Base and under the command of the US 173rd Airborne Brigade.

By 1966, an Australian Task Force base had been established at Nui Dat, and that task force was responsible for the security of Phouc Tuy province, an area which had historically been dominated by the Viet Cong, and was strategically important because of its proximity to Saigon.

This assigning of a separate command responsibility to the Australian Task Force was a result of the different priorities and tactics used by our forces, and the reluctance of the Australian military to fight under American command.

It was also an expression of our national sovereignty, and evidence of the difference between Australian and American understandings of counter-insurgency warfare. By the time of the withdrawal of 8 RAR in 1970, when I was in country, the populated areas of Phouc Tuy were largely secure, as a consequence of the tactics learned and applied successfully in the Malayan campaign.

The significance of this expression of our sovereignty was not lost on our military commanders, nor on the baggy-arses like me who were at the pointy end of the decisions being made about our activity. My memory of the operational efficiency of the Americans we encountered in the field reflected well on our commanders' insistence on independent operations.

Now, over fifty years later, the same issues of sovereignty emerge, and the linked article expresses it well.

It points out the tactical and strategic advantages of nuclear powered boats, but emphasises the principle that we should never compromise our sovereignty.  

Image courtesy Business Insider

These boats need to be built here, crewed exclusively by Australians, and their activity driven by our security needs, not those of any other country. This is especially the case, when you regard the political instability which has become a feature of the USA since 2016.

Frankly, I trust the Americans as far as I could kick them when it comes to alliances. It has always been the case that self-interest reigns supreme when it comes to US foreign policy.

Building the boats here, and crewing them by our navy is going to slow the acquisition of these submarines by at least a decade, perhaps longer. 

This is the situation that bothers me more than somewhat.

Thursday, 18 August 2022

Towards Reconciliation - Lessons from a Tragedy (Marking Long Tan Day)

Easter Sunday Mass, FSB "Anne", Phuoc Tuy, 1970

On August 17th, 2006, when federal parliament was commemorating the 40th anniversary of the Battle of Long Tan, a letter was read to the chamber of the House of Representatives by Kim Beazley, then Leader of the Opposition. 

It was written by the Member for Cowan, Graham Edwards, a Vietnam veteran, who lost both legs in a mine incident in Vietnam in May 1970. At the time of his wounding, Graham Edwards was a member of 7 RAR, the same unit in which I served as a conscript in Vietnam in 1970. 

 The reading followed a speech from Prime Minister John Howard, apologising for the way Vietnam veterans were treated on their return to Australia, such treatment being somewhat alleviated by the public reception at the 1987 Welcome Home march. The march on 3rd October was organised by the veteran community, with the support of the then Hawke government. 

The 2006 apology came thirty-four years after the end of Australia’s commitment. For most veterans of the war, the march in Sydney in 1987 coming as it did nineteen years earlier, was much more significant than the apology in Canberra. 

It is worth noting that The New Zealand parliament also recorded a bipartisan Crown apology to their veterans (none of whom were conscripts) two years later, on 28th May 2008. Kim Beazley’s reading of Graham Edwards’ letter, in its entirety in the Hansard, is reproduced here – 

  I have just been advised that the Prime Minister will only allow one speaker on this important statement before the house today. 

I thank you for the opportunity to be our speaker, but I believe that our recognition of the service, sacrifice and suffering of Vietnam veterans should rightly come from you, as our Leader. I would however be pleased if you could perhaps consider just a couple of things. 

 I noted that at the Launch of the book “Vietnam Our War—Our Peace”, the Minister for Veterans’ Affairs offered an apology to Vietnam Veterans for the actions of all who opposed the war. Kim, many good Australians opposed that war and not all who opposed the war took it out on the troops. My father for instance strongly opposed the war. I remember too that Senator John Wheeldon, a former Labor Minister for Repatriation, was a bitter opponent of the war but he was incredibly compassionate toward the individual veterans and strongly supportive of their needs. 

Equally it should be said that not all who supported the war supported the troops, and even to this day many Vietnam Veterans refuse to join the RSL because of the treatment they received on their return home. 

 Had I the opportunity to speak today I would have taken the time to publicly forgive the person from my mother’s church in Scarborough who wrote an anonymous letter to my mother saying she hoped I died as a result of my wounds, as I was a killer. I could not have found it in my heart to say those words a few years ago but it is time to move on. 

Kim today is not a day to enter into the divisive issues surrounding Australia’s involvement in that war. Today is a day when our Federal Parliament should honour our Vietnam Veterans, recognise their service and say to them that they did a good job in the best tradition of the Anzacs. It is also a time when we should remember the sacrifice of those who did not come home at all. 

It is a day when we should remember the Regulars and the National Service men who confronted their enemy on his home ground and who never took a backward step. To say to them, our veterans, that we understand the difficulties of those who suffer Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and that we recognise and respect the love and loyalty of the families of veterans, particularly the wives, the partners and the children. Today is a day when we should say we are proud of our Vietnam veterans. A day when we honour and recognise their sacrifice, their service and their suffering. 

 I think it is also a time to reflect on the horror of war, the lasting trauma of those involved and the terror and suffering of innocent civilians caught in the devastation of war. I just also want to thank you for your support in Government of the Welcome Home Parade. I know there are many veterans in Australia who would not have made it to that incredibly warm and emotional parade if you had not pitched in to ensure the support of defence and other government agencies to get them there and home again. 

 Kim, can I just say those who served Vietnam either on the ground, in the air or on the waters served as a team. We would enhance our support today if once again we could become a team and work together to support each other. Kim, I said earlier that it is time to move on. 

 Last night I had dinner with the Vietnamese Ambassador. As we left the table, he said to me that both our countries must look to the future. I agree. I would wish him and his children, indeed all the children of the world that which was most elusive during the last century—peace. In closing Kim, I want to say I am proud to have served my nation and proud of all who served with me. I am proud of my mates and the contribution they made to Australia. I take pride in their mateship. 

 I don’t need anyone’s apology for that. 

 I have included the full text of this letter, as I intend to trace the references that Graham Edwards made throughout its text, and to use them to outline what has been learned (and not learned) through the Australian experience during the war in Vietnam and conflicts since. 

I have recently had the privilege to interview Graham Edwards, and consequently have a clearer understanding of these references. 

Reflecting on the story of another member of 7 RAR, Joseph Gilewicz, a member of my rifle section in Vietnam in 1970, who was shot by police in a siege situation at his farm at Pelverata near Hobart on 16 July 1991 is a tragic but revealing insight into the plight of many veterans. The Tasmanian State Coroner had found in 1992 that the shooting was justifiable homicide. 

The first time this incident had an impact in parliament was when an unsuccessful attempt was made in the Senate on 25th November 1999 by Senator Bob Brown to have documents describing the incident tabled, with a view to the calling of a Royal Commission into the incident. These documents had been compiled by journalist Paul Tapp, during research for a book he wrote about the incident and its aftermath. 

Paul Tapp is a Vietnam veteran (a national serviceman) who had also served with 7 RAR from 27th April until 14th August 1967 during its first tour of Vietnam. On the basis of Tapp’s manuscript, and the evidence of a police whistle-blower, Stan Hanuszewicz, (also a Vietnam veteran), a subsequent Commission of Inquiry (the Mahony report) was eventually held in 2000 which again exonerated the Tasmanian Police. 

The point of including Joe Gilewicz’s story in this essay is to illustrate the tragic consequences to veterans and their families of the trauma suffered by operational service, and the bonds created and cemented between veterans by this shared experience. 

My intention is also to help in an understanding of the impact of operational service on young men in that conflict, the widely differing effects these experiences had on them and their families, and the often random (and sometimes tragic) nature of the outcomes. 

 I also seek to puncture some of the generalisations about Vietnam veterans that persist in the public consciousness, fifty plus years after the war. Lastly, I wish to honour these men and their service, and to ty to make a small positive contribution to the plethora of literature that has emerged in Australia about the war in Vietnam. 

 Joseph Gilewicz was the son of Polish immigrants who survived the horrors of the Nazi invasion of their home country and arrived in Australia after the end of the Second World War. Joseph (I knew him in my platoon as “Joe”) was born in Berlin on 1st September 1948. That date was not drawn in the eighth National Service ballot held on 13th September 1968 (drawn birth dates were September 5, 9, 12, 14, 22, 23, 24, 26), so Joe was a volunteer national serviceman. 

Whilst I spent a great deal of time with Joe during the first half of my tour of Vietnam in 1970, I do not remember him ever explaining his reasons for volunteering. He was a conscientious soldier, often being employed as forward scout when we were patrolling. He had been promoted to Lance Corporal by the time the battalion finished its tour. 

 I lost track of Joe post discharge and heard no more about him until another ex-member of my section wrote to me in 1991 telling me about his tragic and controversial death in a police siege. Subsequently, another Tasmanian Vietnam veteran, Stan Hanuszewicz, who was a police ballistics expert at the time of the incident, became a whistle-blower in reference to the circumstances of the police conduct during and after the shooting. 

He claimed that he was asked by a senior officer to plant evidence meant to indicate that Joe had fired his shotgun at police before being fatally shot. Stan Hanuszewicz, like Joe, was also of Polish heritage, and had served two tours of Vietnam as a regular soldier, the first in 1 RAR as an infantryman in 1965/66 and the second as a tank commander. 

 On his second tour, Stan had rank of sergeant in C Squadron, 1st Armoured Regiment, and A Squadron, 3rd Cavalry Regiment in 1971. In 1991, Stan visited a lawyer and made the whistleblower allegations. 

 He believed a senior officer wanted to make it appear that Joe had shot at police snipers. This claim was denied by the officer concerned. Stan Hanuszewicz had made a similar claim at the coronial inquiry into the death in 1991, but the coroner had dismissed him as a witness of truth. Despite the evidence of a cover-up, the commission found that Joe’s death was “justifiable homicide”. 

Stan has never made his motives in taking the step to become a whistle-blower public, but it is likely that his regard for the reputation of a fellow veteran and an understanding of his suffering were instrumental in taking what must have been a courageous step given his position as a career police officer, and the opprobrium that it caused amongst his police colleagues. 

His background has some similarities with Joe Gilewicz, given that he was born in a concentration camp in Germany and his parents emigrated to Tasmania in the early 1950s. He also had a great deal of experience with national servicemen, having spent three years training them at 2 RTB Puckapunyal prior to returning to Vietnam in 1971 as a tank commander. Stan described himself as “persona non grata” with the Tasmanian Police Force after the two Gilewicz inquires in his 2008 interview with Nick Fletcher from the Australian War Memorial, and he subsequently retired from the force. 

The episode was put to bed, as far as Tasmanian authorities were concerned, by this reference added as a postscript to the Department of Police and Public Safety 1999 – 2000 Annual Report - The report of Commissioner Mahoney into the death of Joe Gilewicz has reiterated the findings of the coroner in 1992, that the officer who fired the fatal shot acted appropriately under all the given circumstances. 

Commissioner Mahoney accepted the fact the shooting occurred in the circumstances found by Coroner Matterson and rejected various scenarios put forward since then. Joe Gilewicz, Stan Hanuszewicz and Paul Tapp, all have one experience in common. 

They are (or were) Vietnam veterans. The last two worked together to right a perceived wrong for the reputation of the first, and his family. They may have been unsuccessful, but their intention, brought out of a clear understanding of a common experience, was obvious. Graham Edwards is one of a small number of parliamentarians who were also Vietnam veterans. 

This small cohort includes the late Peter White, Kevin Newman, and Tim Fischer, as well as survivors like Rod Atkinson and John Bradfield. Graham Edwards’ enduring strong support and advocacy for Vietnam veterans has always been obvious since he has been a public figure. The reasons why individuals enter parliament are probably similar, in that those who do so are seeking to improve the lot of the communities from which they emerge. 

In Graham Edward’s case that community was initially wounded Vietnam veterans. Prior to Vietnam, he had worked for five years as a railway fireman before enlisting in the Australian Regular Army in 1968. He went to Vietnam as a member of the assault pioneer platoon of 7th Battalion, Royal Australian Regiment, where he had the misfortune to trigger an M16 mine on 12th May 1970, near Route 326, between Long My and Tam Phuoc. This resulted in the amputation of both legs, and the three weeks later, he was flown home to Australia. 

He recalls that time –

It was an emotional time, a really confronting time, but it was a very warm time too, to finally come into the embrace of a loved one and my family and to be reunited but never ever the way I ever wanted to be reunited, and I still feel a sense of emotion, when I see homecomings of other troops today and I see them walking off the ship or walking off an aeroplane, and walking into the arms of a loved one and I would have given anything, even today, for that sort of a homecoming.

He found that both the army and the Department of Veterans’ Affairs was unsure about how to deal with wounded veterans during the Vietnam era and puts this haphazard treatment down to the fact that, in contrast to the situation in previous wars, wounded soldiers returned in an irregular and interrupted fashion and were regarded as problems rather than people. 

His response to this was to fiercely throw himself into community activities which he says worked for him both physically and mentally. He describes channelling the anger he often felt into positive outcomes for others, especially veterans. Over time he met every challenge head on and, driven by his work with veterans' welfare, moved into politics, serving first in State parliament and later with distinction in the Federal Parliament of Australia. 

 I interviewed Graham Edwards a short time ago, in the hope that his responses to some simple questions might give some insights into the points he made in the letter read to the Australian parliament on 18th August 2006. 

My first question was “What do you believe has been learned, or not learned, by the Australian experience in Vietnam?” His response referred to how Australia came to be involved in both Vietnam in 1965 and Iraq in 2003. He reminded me that the Australian commitment to the Coalition of the Willing in Iraq was based on poor intelligence – or more accurately – a lie, and that this was a precise rerun of how the country became involved in Vietnam. 

He reminded me that Prime Minister Howard had announced on March 18, 2003, that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction and was prepared to use them, and that this had been used as a justification for the commitment of an Australian Task Force. 

The cabinet announcement read – 

The government has authorised the chief of the Australian Defence Force, General (Peter) Cosgrove, to place the Australian forces already deployed in the Gulf region as part of any US-led coalition operation that may take place in the future, directed in accordance with existing authority under UN resolutions to disarm Iraq

Grahame Edwards likened this statement to Prime Minister Menzies alleging on 29th April 1965 on the floor of the Australian parliament that the government of South Vietnam had requested the involvement of Australian troops. 

In the first instance (Iraq), history clearly revealed that those weapons were non-existent, and in the second (South Vietnam), that a very reluctant South Vietnamese government was pressured through both US and Australian diplomatic channels to make a request. It took until 1971, with the release of the Pentagon Papers, for his successor as Prime Minister, William McMahon, to acknowledge this fact. 

Another question referred to the way in which veterans of the war in Afghanistan have been treated in direct comparison to the treatment of Vietnam veterans. Graham Edward’s response was unequivocal. 

He contrasted the treatment of veterans of Afghanistan with those from Vietnam and described it as much improved. He explained how the separation of the rights and wrongs of war from the treatment of veterans was so significant, something not apparent after the political and social division that lingered after Vietnam. He described his action as President of the West Australian branch of the RSL in inviting an Afghan veteran to lead the ANZAC Day parade through Perth, and the symbolic significance of this. 

Again, this recognition of younger veterans by their forebears was unfortunately not a feature of the treatment of Vietnam veterans by the RSL in the sixties and seventies. Something still not completely understood and acknowledged is the impact of Post Traumatic Disorder, as evidenced by the incidence of suicide amongst veterans of Afghanistan. 

Graham Edwards referred to this problem, noting that it is still often underestimated and misunderstood, and referred to Dr Peter Yule’s recent monograph. Peter Yule makes note of the Joe Gilewicz tragedy in this comprehensive and compassionate work as follows – 

 His severe PTSD meant that Joseph Gilewicz had stormy interpersonal relationships, seen clearly with his long-term de facto partner. In early July 1991, Gilewicz made violent threats to his partner and her family, leading to a siege at his home. Early in the morning of 2 July Gilewicz was shot dead by a police marksman. An inquest found that the shooting was reasonable and justified.

To quote Grahame Edwards in my interview – 

  Everybody comes home changed. 

 He argues that the many “rotations” (tours of operational duty) that soldiers experienced in Afghanistan are a major factor in suicides, and that despite the post-Vietnam experience, when the norm was two rotations at most, and a large proportion of veterans have been diagnosed with PTSD, the lessons still have not been learned. 

Finally, it is worth revisiting the 2006 speech that introduced this article, and to analyse its relevance sixteen years later. In his speech Graham Edwards referred to several surviving cliches that adhere like barnacles to any discussion of our Vietnam experience. 

Prominent amongst them is the notion that the soldiers, upon return, were blamed for the war. What is closer to the truth is that the veterans were readily identifiable and may have become a target for hostility with some as a result. However, as pointed out in his speech, many who opposed the war nevertheless supported the soldiers. 

Graham Edward’s reference to his father resonates in my experience. My father was very much opposed to the war, something which frequently brought him into conflict with our local parish priest. On the other hand, the notion that not all who supported the war supported the soldiers, holds true in my memory, after an experience at a polling booth in the 1975 federal election when a Coalition booth worker abused me when I told him I was a Vietnam veteran. 

 Graham Edwards’ reference in his speech to PTSD and the effect this has on their families is also significant. But what was for me most impactful in his speech was his appeal for reconciliation, both between those in Australia who had very opposing attitudes to the war, and between Australians and Vietnamese fifty years after it ended. 

The memory of Joe Gilewicz and other victims of this war is honoured by reconciliation, not bitterness. As the poet J. S. Manifold reflected in 1945 after a different war – 

This is not sorrow, this is work: 
I build a cairn of words over a silent man,
My friend John Learmonth whom the Germans killed. 

 Joe Gilewicz, and the other five hundred Australian soldiers who died in Vietnam, can be regarded as “silent men”. If we understand, fifty years later, the truth about their experience, rather than confecting a rationalising mythology, we respect their sacrifice, and have the best opportunity to learn the lessons of that sacrifice to achieve peace and reconciliation for ourselves and our children.

Wednesday, 15 June 2022

A Back Story

What we carried all those years ago.

I've been living with lumbar spondylosis for fifty-two years now, and have become accustomed to the adjustments necessary. 

The most recent being having to sell my pride and joy because getting in and out of it was becoming (literally) a pain. 

The damage was done in the first half of 1970, when we were patrolling in the far north of Phuoc Tuy province searching for the elusive Viet Cong, whom by this time, had been cleaned out of most areas in the south and east of the province.

To do this, we had to move through the scrub with about a third of our body weight on our backs, and a heavy weapon in our hands. Back then, it was acknowledged that soldiers were for hanging things on. In the dry, we had to carry a comprehensive supply of water, sufficient to last the three to five days between resupplies, unless we happened upon a flowing stream.  

Flowing streams weren't around between March and July in that part of the world.

The other back damage was done when we jumped out of choppers upon insertion into a new AO*, as the machine didn't always actually land to let us out. Sometimes they hovered about a metre from the ground, and we had to do the magic leap, hopefully landing on our feet before fanning out from the LZ#.

I've been lucky, not needing back surgery, as a couple of ex section mates have. One is into a routine of admissions to hospital many times annually, when the degenerating spine plays up. Age is exacerbating the problem for all of us.

The reason I didn't get to this stage was an early diagnosis, and a regime of back care, regular strengthening exercises, and the discipline of avoiding injury. It is indeed a discipline, as you have to maintain your mindfulness, and not get carried away when lifting is necessary. This is why it took two months to move from one home to another when we downsized earlier this year.

The downside to this was ownership of two homes at once (one more than we needed) and a delay in the sale of the older larger one. Fingers crossed... we have a contract of sale signed.


Historically, a complicating factor in my case was my chosen occupation. I went immediately into special education after discharge in 1971, which meant I was working with kids with physical disabilities. This was OK when I was in a big school with plenty of ancillary staff, but when, in 1980, I was posted to my first principalship of a small school with two female teacher aides, it meant that much of the manual handling of the larger boys fell to me. Two of them were actually heavier than I was, and after a year of the daily routine of lifting and transferring them, back pain sent me to my GP.

He referred me to an orthopaedic specialist who breezilly told me that if I continued to do what I had been doing, I'd be in a wheelchair within five years. Fortunately, an appointment to a non-teaching principalship in a larger school happened at exactly the right time, and I soldiered on. I had, as they say in the classics, been given a "heads up", so was very careful after that.

After retirement, I submitted a claim to DVA, but was initially told that my back injury was a result of my teaching career and the claim rejected. A persistent advocate (who went to the lengths of accessing military records to prove what my unit was doing at the time) eventually got the claim recognised, and I received a small pension. Gold card arrived at seventy, and now my treatment is free, and DVA gym sessions are helpful.

The lesson in this is that pretty much anyone who has spent time on operational service in infantry has a damaged spine (and probably knees and ankles as well). We weren't built to lug all our worldly possessions on our backs for weeks at a time.

I'm not sure whether the situation has improved for modern infantry. Somehow I doubt it, as these days they wear body armour. The closest we got to that was an occasional issue of flak jackets, if mines were considered a possibility, and we were aboard APCs. These jackets were heavy and uncomfortable in the Vietnamese humidity.


*Area of operations.

#Landing zone. 


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Thursday, 29 April 2021

Vietnam Requiem


I'm posting this because I reckon it's worth attending, especially for Vietnam veterans.

I know a few lurk here.

From the promo -

This concert was created by some of Australia’s leading composers and will be performed by Little Pattie, Normie Rowe, John Schumann, the RMC Duntroon Band, Canberra Symphony Orchestra and choirs. It will take audiences on a musical journey, with 12 popular songs from the era and orchestral movements that will respond to stories or events that shaped our perceptions or experiences. 

In honouring service and acknowledging pain, dislocation and the terrible cost of war, the Vietnam Requiem will be performed as a gift to our veterans.

It may also help in the process of reconciliation.


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Tuesday, 9 June 2020

Australian Exceptionalism

Dawn at Tambo

Australians are watching events across the Pacific with a mixture of boredom and incredulity.

Boredom, because what is happening has all the features of a B grade movie set on rerun, and incredulity because from time to time, what goes on in the USA is almost unbelievable.

After all, if we had been told that the incumbent President had called out the military to clear the streets so he could have a photo opportunity, we would probably not have believed it.

But this is America in 2020.

This is the America, where a representative of the law knelt on the neck of a black man for 8 minutes and 48 seconds until he died.

There is a long list of names of African Americans who have died this way in the land of the free.

It is difficult, on the face of it, for Australians to understand why this conduct by the forces of law and order in what is supposed to be a beacon of democracy, is a feature of contemporary American culture.

God knows, we have a similar problem in this country.

But what we don't have is the frequency of these events that is routine in the USA, the degree of outrage that they create, and the violence and disorder they generate.

There are clear and specific reasons for this exceptionalism of violence, some of which I've noted first hand.

Back in Vietnam 50 years ago, I was in a country where American culture was swamping the gentle collective enterprise of Vietnam. The contrast between the loud aggressive demeanour of the Americans, and the reserve of the Vietnamese was almost comical. The daily contrast of values and behaviour was stark.

Then there was the tangible tension between African American soldiers and their white counterparts. Australians were frequently surprised how positively African Americans soldiers reacted to them, without really understanding why. I can recall off-duty occasions in the company of black GIs when I simply did not have to buy a beer. I can remember being invited to an all black soul bar in Bangkok, where, as the only white face in the venue, I was treated like some kind of prince.

Looking back on it, it was clear that the black GIs felt much more comfortable with Australians than their own white countrymen, perhaps because we didn't come with the baggage of centuries of ingrained race based assumptions.

My father (ex-RAAF) used to tell stories about his encounters with Americans in World War Two, which had a similar underlying narrative. Australians objecting to the treatment of black Americans by their military police was one of the ingredients that led to the notorious Battle of Brisbane in 1942. 

This better treatment of black soldiers in Australia compared with what they were used to back stateside was not understood by Australians because they had no reference point. It was noted and appreciated by the African American GIs.

Now we have our own problems with racial intolerance in this country, but the outcomes are more subtle, generally less overt and our nation doesn't descend into paroxysms of violence when it becomes an issue.

The cliche holds. Violence is as American as apple pie.

And we should treasure and preserve our laid back generous culture.

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Wednesday, 4 March 2020

33Bravo




I was reunited with an old friend yesterday.

This friend weighs 51 tons on the old imperial system, and served in Vietnam in 1970.

On 22nd April that year, we encountered a bunker system at grid reference 574685.               .

After an attempt at assaulting the system, during which 4 platoon took one KIA and one WIA, the CO called in artillery support, US air support, and a light fire team.

Later on the day, a troop of tanks was introduced into the contact, but because of the thick scrub, they didn't arrive until dusk, and weren't in position to assault the system in daylight. The tank in the video (callsign 33 Bravo) was one of them.

Combining infantry and armour at night was not a good idea, so the assault was postponed until first light the next day.

The tanks certainly did the job, using canister rounds, which cleared the vegetation, and allowed a passage into the system which was destroyed by the tanks driving on to the overhead cover and grinding their tracks on it until it collapsed.

There were four bodies in the system, which had apparently acted as a hospital.

Most likely, the bulk of the occupants decamped under cover of darkness. It probably had housed forty or so.

Without the tanks, the outcome may well have been very different.

It was interesting to see and hear this beast again - a very large and noisy blast from the past.

Apologies for the quality of the video.

Friday, 15 November 2019

The Nashos Write

Woodcutters - April 1970

For the first few years after the Australian withdrawal from Vietnam, very little appeared on the local literary scene which referenced the war, and what did emerge was bitter in tone. The fall of Saigon, five days after ANZAC Day in 1975 seemed to reinforce the message that the war was a debacle, best forgotten. For many Vietnam veterans this event compounded the moral injury they had suffered on returning to Australia to be met with indifference by most, and hostility by some.
This very negative view of the aftermath is probably best captured by Stuart Rintoul’s Ashes of Vietnam which was published in 1987. This is a compendium of anecdotes by Vietnam veterans collected by Rintoul as interviews, which were initially broadcast by the ABC before being compiled in his book. The stories are almost exclusively stark, and very few of them are positive. Apart from conveying the reality of the conflict from the point of view of those who fought it, they reflect the attitude of many Australians towards the soldiers who felt rejected on return. How much of this was in the eye of the beholder (in this case Rintoul) and how much was reality is open to debate.
Normie Rowe, the entertainer, was interviewed by Rintoul – 
When I came back, I did one concert, realised that it was all wrong — I looked around, felt uncomfortable, like I was on a different planet. I didn't know what to do on stage. For a long time, I didn't want to think about Vietnam, because the rest of the population of Australia didn't want to think about it. I said, 'That was two years out of my life, I don't want to know about it anymore’.
After an interval, however, a literary genre began to emerge which was largely a product of the experience of the soldiers, both national servicemen and regulars. It most often took the form of memoir, although several veteran-authored newspaper articles began to appear, usually around significant events, such as ANZAC Day, or the Long Tan battle anniversary.
One such newspaper piece was written by Graeme Cornes, a conscript who served in 7th battalion RAR in 1970. Cornes, a successful AFL footballer, was something of a celebrity when called up. He went on post-Vietnam to coach the Adelaide Crows and forged a successful media career.
He writes in the context of returning to Vietnam for the first time since his service – 
When I was a soldier in Vietnam, and in the 39 years since, I never once doubted that we were doing the right thing by coming here. Perhaps that is the effect of the brainwashing that is military training, but we thought we were the best soldiers in the world, protecting an oppressed, terrorised country from Communist insurgency. We were wrong on both counts……
Sure, there is some anger that our casualties were for nothing, but I don't know who to blame for that. However, I simply did not expect to be overwhelmed with guilt, or to have such vivid memories of the violence, only the milder forms of which have been recorded here.
In their developing, recovering country, the Vietnamese are a united, industrious, optimistic people. More importantly, they have one other great quality: they are forgiving. They shame me.
The themes of shame, regret, and futility are characteristic of memoirs written by other national servicemen. Brian Hennessey, who was originally a teacher and worked as a special school principal until he succumbed to the effects of post-traumatic stress disorder, writes in his 1997 memoir The Sharp End – 
I should let matters rest now, but I can’t. I keep trying to end this war, but it still rages. And sometimes when I’m off the air, I reconstruct traumatic events that occurred all those years ago in an effort to come to terms with their reality, searching for some special insight that might reveal itself if I go over them one more time. It’s a futile exercise, because these events stand as they are in frozen fruitless indifference. 
Hennessey eventually overcame his PTSD by challenging himself to set up a successful consultancy business in China. 
Guilt also emerges as a theme in a memoir by Barry Heard, Well Done Those Men - 
Today I feel no bitterness, only sadness, as I move amongst my veteran friends and see their depression, poor health, isolation, and struggles. They now have opportunities to improve their lot and are well catered for by governments. But, for many, the guilt remains. They are not like the Second World War veterans I saw as a youngster on those wonderful ANZAC days. I believe, for many Vietnam Veterans, nothing will make them feel deserving enough.
Even a professional soldier who served with distinction expresses regret – 
My concern is simple. Regardless of the political and ethical considerations of whether a war should have been fought by foreign troops on the soil of Vietnam (that will always be a matter of endless debate), I remember with sadness that over 500 Australians were killed in that war and many more wounded and maimed; over 50,000 Americans lost their lives.
And we left. And we lost. We mustn't do that with our men and women. Sending troops to war is without doubt the most difficult and agonising decision for any leader. 
My advice to leaders is never to take the decision lightly and, having done so, never to stop until the outcome is worth the cost. 
It is abundantly clear that the tone of the memoirs written by the national servicemen does not mesh well with the stereotype of the Australian digger as represented in the ANZAC myth.
The laconic confident self-assured image had given way to something very different. The national psyche had shifted a great deal between 1964 and 1972.

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