After arriving at Fort Bragg, North Carolina in late 1974,
my initial duty assignment was to the 151st Service Company; one of
the two units making up the provisional Materials Management Center prototype
unit (the other was the 29th Maintenance Management Detachment). This
prototype organization, one of several I had the pleasure(?) of being part of
the testing stage throughout my military career, was later to become the
regular army Materials Management
Center (Corps). Officially it’s
designation was to became the 2nd Support
Center (MMC-Corps).
Our mission was in support of
logistical operations for the 18th Airborne Corps and it’s
subordinate units; primarily the 82ND Airborne Division (also
stationed at Fort Bragg), the 101st Airborne Division (Airmobile)
from Fort Campbell, Kentucky, and the 24th Infantry Division from
Fort Stewart, Georgia. Along with our sister units of the 1st Corps
Support Command (COSCOM) we assumed support for additional units assigned or
attached during any operational deployment.
I was almost immediately assigned the additional duty of
D-Pac Commander (that’s deployment package commander for the military lingo and
acronym challenged out there). One of the more senior officers had obviously
lobbied his way out of the assignment—new blood in the area ya know.
Other than the fact that I had to sign for the package’s
equipment (which I had absolutely zero control over); the task meant that I was
now the point man for all deployments for 18th Airborne Corps units—anywhere
they went, I was sure to follow. The package’s official deployment designator
was D+6; meaning that the package was to follow the initial deployment units
after their departure plus six hours (that’s right, hours, not days).
I managed to call several practice alerts within the first
four months or so; most of which was blown off by the more senior officers
assigned to the team. I complained and was given lip service by the boss (I’ll
talk to them!). All the captains, lieutenants and NCOs showed up and performed
their duties. The majors and above just wouldn’t be bothered. This would
eventually change once the new provisional unit commander was
assigned—everybody suddenly always had
time.
In the middle of an October the
next fall, the D-Pac was assigned to participate in an operation into a remote
area of the Florida panhandle.
Eventually the mission was reduced due to budget constraints and boiled down to
just me participating. I was assigned to augment another provisional unit as
the Procurement Officer within the Materials Operations Section for the
deployment. We were flown in to support an field training exercise pitting a
Brigade of the 82ND Airborne Division, the good guys, against an
aggressor force from the 194TH Armor Brigade, the bad guys. As it
turned out, my procurement duties during the deployment were the least of my
troubles.
The 194TH Armor
Brigade out of Fort Knox, Kentucky
having drawn the aggressor unit assignment in this particular field test, had its
full contingent of its own specific heavy armor maintenance support units. But
since the COSCOM were going to be there, 194th was able to
participate without bringing a large support base for its non-armor
requirements—the COSCOM provided the support—huge cost savings to the DOD.
Like I said, my primary function
for the operation was to act as the procurement
officer. To fund this requirement, I had drawn a little more than several thousand dollars from
the post Finance Officer prior to leaving Ft Bragg. The amount of cash that I
was carrying required that I also carry a side arm and draw live ammunition for
my protection. This made me, the Headquarters Commandant, and the forward
elements’ armor the only members of the entire command routinely carrying live
ammunition. Now you realize that we didn’t expect many really bad guys in the Florida
panhandle; but you just never knew—that amount of cash could be very tempting.
After arriving and joining my
section mates and because of my prior assignments and extensive experience in
their areas—lucky me!—I was routinely called on by the other staff officers for
assistance when they had a situation that confused them or just didn’t fit the
norm. Several members of the staff were new captains on their first deployment
with the command. Their newness often resulted in a great deal of my day was
being spent with them reviewing their requirements, operational results and the
data associated with those results—sometimes we spent more night than day at
this task as you will eventually realize.
As the primary operations officer
I assumed the responsibility for the overall development of the SITREP (situation report)
[i]. Depending
on operational conditions, the data and info consolidation for this activity sometimes
called for consolidation of data that often stretched into the late night.
Having been on station a little over a week already, you
might say that we were fairly well dug in when the events detailed in Mess Hall Cups, Hurricane Heaters and 500 Lb
Bomb took place
The 260
TH
Quartermaster Company
[ii]
of Ft Stewart, Georgia,
for some odd reason had more than their share of trouble with numbers—their
data almost never added up .The staff petroleum officer’s blind acceptance of
their reporting methods hindered him from conducting a detailed review of their
nightly data. Instead of just sending the incorrect data on to the command in
the rear; I took it upon myself to get the situation straight. Consequently I
had spent an inordinate amount of time working with and coaching him on the
problem. But bad numbers continued to roll in. Both he and the 260
TH
seemed to be getting better but neither were not quite there yet. This often
made an evening that should have been another one of those
no-brainers seemed, at times, to last forever.
I actually had no more than a
hand full of opportunities to perform my primary function of procurement; most
of them dealing with the purchase of u-joints for ¼ ton utility trucks (jeeps).
It seemed that the sand (somebody was spending their time on the beaches) was
having a undesirable effect on this particular vehicle or as the maintenance
tech thought: “The units aren’t keeping up their routine maintenance and
brought their vehicles on the exercise to get somebody else to do the
maintenance for them.” Maintenance techs always think this way—you might
surmise by listening to them that they were the only people that actually
worked in the United States Army.
As a result of another piece of
luck, I just happened to also be the only experienced and school-trained food
advisor in the forward command. It was because of this fact and it being common
knowledge to the Old Man that he stopped me after the morning briefing and ask
me to look in on the Headquarters Commandant and the mess facility after we had
learned of the Chief of Staff of the Army, Bernard Rogers, impending visit the
following day. As I mentioned, as the representative of the MMC, I was
responsible for calling forward supplies and coordinating material with the
rear elements at Ft Bragg as the operations dictated.
At this impromptu discussion out
of hearing of any others, the Old Man had asked that I see that some mess hall
cups were put on the next flight, hopefully prior to GEN Rogers’ arrival. His
words specifically were: “I’ve had enough of those Mickey Mouse Cups in our field mess.”
Neither of these requests were
major tasks and I acknowledged my compliance and trotted off to accomplish my
daily tasks. On my way to the mess, I decided that I would add the mess hall
cup request to the evening SITREP; the gathering of a dozen mess hall cups not
being much of a task at all—little did I know at the time.
[i]
Situation Reports (SITREP) are generally communicated on an ‘as required’ basis
but usually not less than daily. They provide higher level and adjacent
commands with necessary data concerning the ‘periods’ activity and any special
details, requirements and assessments.
[ii] The
260
TH Quartermaster from Ft Stewart, Georgia
had sent a couple of fresh lieutenants to oversee their support mission on this
operation and they really didn’t have the experience required to handle the
quick paced situations we were experiencing. They were a little ‘laid back’ for
what we were accustomed to from Fort Bragg.
The staff petroleum officer and I finally had to demand that the Company
Commander show his face and get the support on the straight and narrow.
Eventually, we had the Battalion Commander there also. As an aside, I ran into
one of the lieutenants again at the Quartermaster Advanced course after leaving
Fort Bragg
in route to my next assignment.