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Part 1: Ambush at Takur Ghar
Bravery and Breakdowns in a Ridgetop Battle
7 Americans Died in Rescue Effort That Revealed Mistakes and Determination

By Bradley Graham
Washington Post Staff Writer
Friday, May 24, 2002

First of two articles

A call had come in to headquarters just before daybreak: A Navy SEAL team was taking fire on an Afghan mountain ridge and needed help. As they raced in helicopters toward the site, Capt. Nathan Self and his platoon of Army Rangers were excited about the prospect of engaging al Qaeda. They'd spent more than two months in Afghanistan without a firefight.

They didn't know how many enemy fighters to expect. They didn't know exactly where the enemy might be. They didn't know exactly where the SEALs were, either. They did know that they were losing the advantage of darkness, flying by dawn's early light.

Two U.S. helicopters already had taken fire while trying to land on the ridge during the previous three hours, and two U.S. soldiers had been killed. Around 6:15 that morning, March 4, Self's chopper, a black, 52-foot Chinook, reached the ridge and started to descend.

The chopper was still about 20 feet off the ground when a rocket-propelled grenade slammed into its right engine, knocking it out. Enemy machine-gun fire ripped through the fuselage. Bullets started punching holes in the cockpit glass.

The chopper shook and dropped, landing hard enough to send the Rangers and aircrew sprawling across the floor. Within seconds, four men on the helicopter were killed, and the survivors were fighting for their lives.

By day's end, a seventh soldier, an Air Force search-and-rescue specialist, would bleed to death as Self's appeals for urgent evacuation were rejected by his superiors, who wanted no more daylight rescue attempts.

What became a 17-hour ordeal atop a frigid, desolate and enemy-ridden mountain ridge cost seven American lives, more combat deaths than any U.S. unit had suffered in a single day since 1993, when 18 Rangers and Special Operations soldiers died in battle in Mogadishu, Somalia. How the operation was conducted revealed serious shortcomings in U.S. military coordination and communication in Afghanistan. How it unfolded highlighted the extraordinary commitment of American soldiers not to leave fallen comrades behind: The entire episode spiraled out of an attempt to rescue a single SEAL, who had fallen out of the initial helicopter and was quickly shot by the enemy.

The firefight at Takur Ghar mountain came on the third day of Operation Anaconda, a three-week-long U.S. sweep against al Qaeda and Taliban forces in the Shahikot valley in eastern Afghanistan. The Mogadishu battle nine years ago precipitated the withdrawal of U.S. forces from Somalia. This one, Pentagon officials credit with reinforcing the Bush administration's commitment to pursue the war even in the face of U.S. military casualties. Efforts are underway to award some of the military's highest decorations for valor to those who fought on the mountain.

Even so, the circumstances that led to the firefight on the ridge have been subjected to extensive review in the Special Operations Command,which has responsibility for some of the elite U.S. military forces, including the Navy SEALs. Special Operations commanders ran the star-crossed rescue effort.

Close examination of the effort indicates that U.S. intelligence sources failed to detect enemy fighters on the ridge, leaving commanders to assume it was safe. Even after learning otherwise, U.S. military officials dispatched the SEALs back to the ridge where they had first come under fire, rushing them headlong into another ambush. Self and his Rangers then ended up going to the same spot unaware, because of communications equipment glitches, that the SEALs had retreated from the ridgetop.

An AC-130 gunship that could have provided covering fire for the Rangers was pulled from the scene just as they arrived because rules prohibited use of the low-flying, slow-moving warplane during daylight. An unmanned Predator drone took live video of the unfolding battle, giving commanders at the operation's command post at Bagram air base about 100 miles to the north and as far away as U.S. Central Command in Tampa real-time images of the firefight. But little of the information it initially gleaned was passed to the troops.

The episode has prompted some changes within Special Operations intended to improve communications and the flow of information to rescue teams. Commanders also have taken steps to promote closer coordination between conventional and Special Operations units in Afghanistan, which have separate chains of command.

This account is drawn from extensive interviews with the Rangers, who are back in the United States, as well as Air Force air controllers, Air Force para-rescuemen, and the Army helicopter crews who flew the Special Operations team and Rangers to the ridge. The chopper crews asked that only their first names be used; one Ranger requested his name be withheld.

Those who survived the battle are reluctant to criticize the decisions of superiors. But some senior military officers familiar with the rescue operation have raised questions about how it was managed. Could aircraft have attacked the al Qaeda positions before the rescuers set down? Could the communications glitches that hampered the rescue effort have been avoided? Could the Rangers have been dispatched sooner, allowing them to maintain the advantage of darkness?

"Instead, it was the shootout at the OK Corral in the broad morning light," one Ranger officer said.

'A Dominating Piece of Terrain'

The first signs of trouble came about 3 a.m., when an MH-47E Chinook carrying Navy SEALs and an Air Force Special Operations combat controller tried to land on a ridge on the eastern side of the Shahikot valley, on a mountain the U.S. military dubbed "Ginger."
Army Capt. Nathan Self and his platoon of Army Rangers were ambushed by al Qaeda fighters on March 4.

U.S. military commanders launched Operation Anaconda on March 2 against members of al Qaeda and their allies in the Taliban militia. It was still winter in Afghanistan's forbidding eastern mountains, where night-time temperatures dipped into the twenties and the snow on ridgelines was knee-deep.

Military planners had intelligence that enemy forces were concentrating in the Shahikot valley. The plan was for friendly Afghan troops to lead an assault from the northwest, pushing the enemy fighters into U.S. blocking positions along the eastern ridge.

Instead, the Afghan advance stalled and the eastern ridge itself was found to be teeming with al Qaeda fighters. As U.S. 10th Mountain Division troops tried to get into position to seal off valley exit routes in the south, they came under heavy mortar and machine-gun fire from around Ginger.

Elements of the 10th Mountain regrouped with plans to insert additional forces north of Ginger and move south to attack. At the same time, on the night of March 3, U.S. commanders sought to gather a firsthand picture by placing a reconnaissance team on the ridgetop.

"It was a dominating piece of terrain, and if we had observation up there, it gave us a 360-degree look across several trails as well as Shahikot," explained Army Maj. Gen. Franklin L. "Buster" Hagenbeck, who was commanding Operation Anaconda from his headquarters at Bagram.

The ridgetop, at 10,200 feet, was thought to be uninhabited. U.S. warplanes had repeatedly bombed the area, and overhead surveillance had produced little sign of life on top.Commanders chose a reconnaissance team of seven Special Operations troops, all but one of them Navy SEALs, to go to Ginger.

Helicopter maintenance problems and a B-52 bomber strike that night forced a delay in the reconnaissance mission. This raised concerns that the SEALs, who were to be dropped off at the base of the mountain and climb to the ridgetop, might not make it up before daylight. A decision was made to fly them directly to the top.

The Chinook carrying the reconnaissance team, code-named Razor 3, lefta staging area in Gardez with a second helicopter, Razor 4, which was to drop another Special Operations team elsewhere in the valley and then rendezvous with Razor 3 for the return trip. The choppers were flown by the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment, a special Army unit known as the Night Stalkers. Its pilots are accustomed to operating on covert missions behind enemy lines. The 2nd Battalion of the 160th had been in Afghanistan since October, flying some of the war's most sensitive missions.

"Before we went in there, the plan was for an AC-130 to recon the area and make sure it was all clear," recalled Alan, the pilot of Razor 3. "With a recon mission like this, you don't want to land where the enemy is."

The helicopter touched down in a small saddle near the top of the ridge, and the SEALs moved into position at the rear door to get off. At the head of the line was Navy Petty Officer 1st Class Neil C. Roberts.

The chopper's crew reported the presence of a heavy machine gun about 50 yards off the nose of the aircraft. But the gun appeared unmanned, a not uncommon sight in Afghanistan, whose mountain ridges and caves are littered with seemingly abandoned tanks and antiaircraft guns. The SEALs announced they were leaving.

At that moment, machine-gun fire erupted from several directions, ripping into the chopper. A rocket-propelled grenade came flaming in from the left, tearing through the cargo bay and exploding.

"I saw a big flash," said Jeremy, a crew chief. "By the time I got my senses back, we were flying down the mountain."

Dan, the crew chief on the rear right, shouted to the pilot: "We're taking fire! Go! Go! Go!" The pilot applied full throttle, but the grenade had short-circuited the aircraft's electrical power and damaged its hydraulic system. The machine-gun fire had punctured oil lines and wires. The chopper wobbled and jerked as it lifted off.

As it lurched, Roberts went flying off the back ramp.

Alexander, one of the chopper's rear crew chiefs, tried to grab him. But Alexander lost his own balance on the ramp, slipping on draining oil and hydraulic fluid. He dangled off the edge, saved only by his safety harness. Dan yanked him back inside.

The pilot, thinking an engine was out, sent the chopper into a dive, hoping to gain airspeed. Quickly realizing both engines were working, he leveled the chopper and tried to climb.

"The thing was shaking like a washing machine out of balance," he recalled. "There were holes in the rotor blades, and the hydraulics were doing some funny things."

Told that Roberts had fallen out, the pilot tried to turn back. But with no hydraulic fluid, the controls locked up. Dan, having just hauled Alexander to safety, grabbed the handle of a hand pump and started furiously pumping spare quarts of hydraulic fuel into the system.

"The controls came back," the pilot said. "I leveled it out and said, 'Sorry guys, we're going to have to abort.' "

The Chinook limped north, its controls briefly freezing twice more as the crew desperately looked for a place to land in the valley below. With its radio out, Razor 3 could not contact Razor 4, which was beginning to wonder why its buddy was a no-show at the rendezvous point. Razor 3 finally came to rest at the north end of the valley, about four miles from the ridgetop. crew members were not even sure they were out of the battle zone.

The SEALs and aircrew got off the chopper to take up fighting positions. Mike, the flight engineer, grabbed a picture of his 2-year-old as he got off, wondering whether he would ever see his child again.

Razor 3 soon received word that Razor 4 was on the way to pick them up. It arrived within 30 to 45 minutes. The two teams discussed returning immediately to Ginger to rescue Roberts, but with the crew of Razor 3 also on board, Razor 4 would be too heavy to reach the ridge. Leaving the Razor 3 crew on the valley floor while Razor 4 ferried the SEALs back also would not work: Reports were coming across the radio of enemy forces about 1,200 yards away and closing in fast.

So the only option was to go to Gardez, drop off Razor 3's crew, then take the SEAL team in Razor 4 to hunt for Roberts.

Two of Razor 4's crewmen had gone over to Razor 3, which was about 60 yards away, to do a final sweep of the aircraft. Suddenly in a rush to leave after getting word of the enemy fighters nearby, those on Razor 4 tried, using laser signals and other means, to get the attention of the crewmen on the other helicopter -- in vain.

"It was just a moment of pure panic," the pilot of Razor 4 recalled.

Lifting off in a hover, Razor 4 landed in front of Razor 3, loaded the other crewmen and hustled to Gardez. There, it dropped off the other crew and -- with the SEALs and Air Force Tech. Sgt. John A. Chapman, the air controller, on board -- set out back to Ginger, and Roberts.

'This Is Going to Hurt'

At Bagram air base outside Kabul, the command staff was trying desperately to gather some sense of Roberts' condition and location. U.S. military officials say no one knows exactly what transpired during the next few minutes on the ridge. There were no surveillance aircraft over the mountain at the time Roberts fell from the helicopter.

Based on forensic evidence subsequently gathered from the scene, officials with the U.S. Special Operations Command concluded that Roberts survived the short fall, likely activated an infrared strobe light and engaged the enemy with his M-249 Squad Automatic Weapon, a light machine gun known as a SAW.

"He was there moving around the objective for a period of time, at least half an hour," Hagenbeck said. An AC-130 gunship moved over the area and reported seeing what the crew believed to be Roberts surrounded by four to six enemy fighters. As a Predator drone arrived to provide a video picture, the strobe light went out.

Hagenbeck says the imagery taken by the drone appeared to show him being taken prisoner. "The image was fuzzy, but we believe it showed three al Qaeda had captured Roberts and were taking him away around to the south side of Ginger and disappearing into a tree line," Hagenbeck said. "That was 15 to 20 minutes before the first rescue team arrived."

The review by Special Operations Command concluded that Roberts was shot at close range. His SAW was found near his body with blood on it, along with other evidence that he had been able to fire some shots. Some ammunition remained in the gun, suggesting it had jammed.

It is unclear just how much information commanders were relaying to Razor 4 as it sped Roberts' comrades back to Ginger. Uncertain about Roberts' situation, the rescue team approached the ridgetop cautiously, resolved not to fire wildly lest they hit the stranded SEAL.

The pilot of Razor 4 had never flown into a hot landing zone. The briefing he had received from Razor 3's pilot gave him some confidence that he wouldn't be caught by surprise. He figured all he had to do was put the chopper on the ground long enough to let the SEALs dash out.

About 40 feet above the ground, the pilot saw the flash of a machine-gun muzzle off the nose of the aircraft. "I thought, 'Oh, this is going to hurt,' " he said. "And then the second thought was, 'How do I get myself into this?' But we had to go. We had to put these guys in."

Rounds of gunfire started hitting the aircraft, "pinging and popping through," in the words of one crew chief.

Hagenbeck, watching the Predator's pictures, saw Razor 4 land and the SEALs and Chapman rush off toward the enemy positions. He had little view of the enemy fighters, who were hidden under trees, dug into trenches and obscured by shadows.

"They didn't take cover, they just started moving immediately to where they thought that Roberts was located, right off the nose of the helicopter," Hagenbeck said of the U.S. commandos. "They moved straight out and took withering fire and they returned it as well."

The most prominent features on the hilltop were a large rock and tree. According to the Special Operations Command review, Chapman saw two enemy fighters in a fortified position under the tree. He and a nearby SEAL opened fire, killing both fighters.

The Americans immediately began taking fire from another bunker position about 20 yards away. A burst of gunfire hit Chapman, mortally wounding him, the review said. The SEALs returned fire and threw grenades into the enemy bunker directly in front of them.

As the firefight continued, two of the SEALs were wounded by enemy gunfire and grenades. The SEALs decided to disengage. They shot two more al Qaeda fighters as they moved off the mountain peak to the northeast, according to the official review.

As they moved down the side of the mountain, a SEAL contacted the AC-130, code-named Grim 32, and requested fire support. The gunship responded with covering fire.

As the SEAL team battled, Capt. Self and the 19 other Rangers in the "quick reaction force" took off from Bagram in two Chinooks -- code-named Razor 1 and Razor 2 -- and headed for Ginger, about an hour away. It was shortly after 5 a.m.

'You Have This Dilemma'

The Rangers left Bagram with only sketchy information about where they were headed and what they were to do. Initially, they had been told only that a helicopter had been hit by enemy fire and forced to land; later, they learned that someone had fallen out. A lightly armed infantry unit, the Rangers specialize in behind-the-lines evacuation and reinforcement missions. They work frequently with SEALs and other Special Operations teams.

More specific guidance arrived as the Rangers flew toward the scene. They received orders to link up with the embattledSEALs and extract them, along with the commando who had fallen. Beyond that, many details were lacking.

"You have this dilemma: Hold guys on the ground longer so they know exactly what they're going to do, or push them ahead so we can affect the situation sooner," said Self, 25, a Texas native and West Point graduate who had commanded the platoon for 17 months. "A quick reaction force is never going to know everything that's going on. If they did, then they wouldn't be quick."

At headquarters, commanders tried to notify the Rangers that the SEALs had retreated from the ridgetop and to direct the helicopters to another landing zone further down the mountain. Due to intermittently functioning aircraft communications equipment, the Rangers and aircrew never received the instructions, according to the official review. Communication problems also plagued headquarters attempts to determine the true condition of the SEAL team and its exact location.

"As a consequence, the Rangers went forward under the false belief that the SEALs were still located on top of Takur Ghar and proceeded to the same location where both Razors 3 and 4 had taken enemy fire," the review said.

Nearing the mountain, Razor 2 went into a holding pattern. Self flew ahead on Razor 1 with his "chalk," nine young men in body armor over desert camouflage fatigues. In Afghanistan since December, the platoon -- Part of Alpha Company, 1st Battalion, 75th Infantry Regiment -- had been scrambled a number of times, but it had not seen combat in the country, or anywhere else.

"The force flew to the place they knew the folks were in trouble," said a senior officer who monitored the battle. "They didn't know where the enemy or the Americans were. They were committed relatively blindly."

As they approached the landing site, the Rangers quickly found out how blind they really were. A rocket-propelled grenade knocked out the right engine, and enemy gunmen opened up on the damaged chopper.

Sgt. Philip J. Svitak, one of the forward gunners, fired a single burst of his 7.62mm gun from the copter's right side before being struck and killed.The other forward gunner, a flight engineer named David, was hit in the right leg.

"It basically just pissed me off," David said. "And I just pushed the trigger on my minigun and started sweeping fire on the left. I didn't know where the fire was coming from, I just knew we were taking fire. I wasn't going to let that happen without shooting back."

The chopper slammed to the ground. David collapsed in a corner and used a lanyard from his 9mm pistol to tie a tourniquet on his leg. He knew it was broken -- every time he tried to move it, the whole thing would twist.

Bullets were zooming through the cockpit glass. A round shattered one of the pilot's legs below the knee, another knocked off his helmet. The pilot, Chuck, popped open his emergency side door and flopped onto the snow. A bullet or fragment ripped a chunk out of the left wrist of the other pilot, Greg. Another bullet cut into his thigh. He staggered out of the cockpit toward the rear of the aircraft, holding his wrist as it spurted blood.

The incoming machine-gun fire was turning the aircraft's insulation into confetti. An RPG shot through the right forward window, hit a high-altitude oxygen console on the wall and started a fire.

Part 2: Ambush at Takur Ghar
A Wintry Ordeal at 10,000 Feet
Rangers Battled Weather and Enemy to Rescue Stranded Unit

Second of two articles

Sgt. Eric W. Stebner knew something about snow and cold, having grown up in North Dakota. He also knew something about mountain trekking, having trained as an Army Ranger and climbed rocks in the Shenandoah Mountains.

But neither Stebner nor any of the other nine U.S. Army Rangers struggling behind him on the morning of March 4 had encountered anything like Takur Ghar, the mountain in eastern Afghanistan on which they found themselves.

They faced a climb up a steep, forbidding slope, with upwards of 80 pounds of military gear, wearing inappropriate clothing and boots, and under sporadic enemy fire. They also were in a race against time.

The other half of their unit was stranded at the top of the ridge, their helicopter shot down shortly after sunrise. They had flown in to rescue a Navy SEAL team, only to be ambushed by enemy fighters. Four of the quick-reaction force were dead, three aircrew members were seriously wounded and the rest of the contingent was pinned down.

The ordeal had begun around 3 a.m., when the SEALs had come under attack as their helicopter landed on the ridge for a reconnaissance mission. One, Navy Petty Officer First Class Neil C. Roberts, fell off the damaged chopper as it took off. The SEALs returned to rescue Roberts and were ambushed again, losing the Air Force combat controller in their group, Tech. Sgt. John Chapman.

It was day three of what the U.S. military called Operation Anaconda, a three-week-long offensive against members of al Qaeda and the Taliban in the Shahikot valley. Over the course of 17 hours, seven Americans lost their lives, the highest number of combat deaths in a single day by any unit since 18 Rangers and Special Operations soldiers had been killed in Mogadishu, Somalia, in 1993.

As their comrades began the climb, the Rangers on the ridgetop had made one uphill attempt to assault enemy positions on a crest line 50 to 75 yards away. They were forced to retreat behind boulders near their downed MH-47E Chinook. Although airstrikes had silenced some enemy fire, the Rangers lacked sufficient manpower and weaponry to try again.

They were worried about an enemy counterattack. They saw enemy fighters moving in the distance toward their rear, and U.S. military spotters and aircraft picked up other signs of enemy reinforcement efforts.

Mortar shells fell around their chopper. The first landed ahead of the nose, the next one down the hill to the rear, suggesting the enemy was attempting to zero in on them. The whooshing of the shells sent shivers through the Americans, especially the helicopter crewmen, who were unaccustomed to ground combat.

Concerned about the condition of the three wounded aircrew members, some of the chopper team pressed the Ranger platoon's commander, Capt. Nathan Self, to mount a new assault to clear the way for an evacuation. Self told them he needed reinforcements first.

"They didn't understand the timetable that we were really on," Self said. "They expected things to happen quick, quick, quick: 'You guys run up there and kill the enemy.'"

But Self shared their sense of urgency. He worried they all would be in trouble unless the rest of his unit got up to the top soon.

That half of the Ranger force, designated Chalk 2, had been in a helicopter over the Shahikot valley when Self took his Chalk 1 team to the ridge. Shortly afterward, communication with the chopper carrying Chalk 1 was lost, and Chalk 2 flew to Gardez, a town northwest of the valley that was a staging area for the larger U.S. offensive. As time ticked by with no information about the lead Ranger group, Chalk 2 grew anxious.

"At one point, I had a crew chief by the collar," said Staff Sgt. Arin Canon, the ranking Ranger in Chalk 2. "I'm screaming at him that regardless of what happened, the first bird only had 10 guys on it. That's the bare minimum package. If something happened to them, they need us. We complete the package."

Then word came in that the chopper carrying Chalk 1 had gone down. Within 30 to 60 minutes – accounts vary – Chalk 2 was back in the air and heading toward the ridgetop.

The first challenge was finding a place to set down. "It's the side of a mountain, so there are not a whole lot of places to land," said Ray, who piloted the chopper. "You basically hunt and peck around."

At about 8:30 a.m, the crew found a space just big enough to get all the wheels on the ground. The aircrew had advised the Rangers that Chalk 1 would be straight ahead of them, about 250 to 300 yards away. After they got off, the Rangers learned that Chalk 1 was actually about 2,000 feet up the mountain, at an altitude of 10,200 feet. The plan had changed, but no one told the Rangers.

The Chalk 2 Rangers surveyed the landscape. Towering before them was a rocky slope angling as steep as 70 degrees in places and covered with snow as deep as three feet. They also could see, off to the right and about 1,000 feet up, another small cluster of Americans – members of the SEAL unit the Rangers had been sent to rescue.

The SEALs were edging their way down the mountain with two wounded. Two other members of their original team – Roberts and Chapman – had been killed on top.

A SEAL who had flown in with Chalk 2 to link up with the Navy unit asked whether the Rangers could hike over to help the SEALs before beginning their climb. Canon forwarded the request to Self up on the ridgetop.

"I've got casualties up here, and I need you now more than they need you," Self radioed back. The SEAL headed across the mountain alone to join his team members. The Rangers of Chalk 2 headed up.

"It was kind of like a merry-go-round," said Chalk 2's medic, who asked that his name not be used. "We were trying to go up and they were coming down."

With no trail to follow, the Rangers blazed a path of their own. One route to the right looked promising but would take them close to an enemy bunker on top. They chose a course to the left that appeared to provide some cover from enemy fighters and bring them around to the rear of Chalk 1's position.

Canon, who is qualified in Army mountain warfare, thought that if this had been a planned route of attack, scouts would have eased the way with fixed rope lines. The Rangers struggled for traction on the loose shell rock.

"Just the grade of the ridge made it an unbearable walk, not including the altitude," Canon said. "It was enough to where my guys' chests felt heavy and my joints were swollen."

The Rangers at times got down on all fours – "kind of like a bear crawling up," in the words of the medic. Enemy mortar attacks punctuated the climb, although they were sporadic and poorly aimed.

"Everyone would stop and look to see where they were coming from," said Stebner, one of the squad's two team leaders. "I would say, 'You can't stop. It's not going to do us any good to stop. We have to keep moving.'"

Their weighty gear only made things worse. The Rangers' body armor alone totaled 22 pounds a set. Most of the soldiers carried an M-4 assault rifle, seven to 12 magazines of ammunition, two to four grenades, a pistol, knives, lamps, radios, night vision gear, a first aid kit and 100 ounces of water. Their helmets added another three to four pounds.

"There were some places where I had to throw my weapon up ahead of me, then climb up and pick it up again," said Spec. Jonas O. Polson, who carried one of the squad's two 17-pound M249 light machine guns, called SAWs for Squad Automatic Weapons.

Spec. Randy J. Pazder, the heavy machine gunner, probably had the biggest load, with a 28-pound M240B gun plus 30 pounds or so of ammunition. His assistant gunner, Spec. Omar J. Vela, carried a spare barrel and another 30 pounds of ammo.

"You need to get to the top of the hill, where we'll be in a static position and can rest," Canon told them. "We've got to go, our guys need us."

When they were scrambled for the mission, most of the Rangers had been under the impression that they were being sent on a quick, in-and-out rescue. "My understanding originally, when they woke me up, was that a helicopter had been forced to land and we were going to pick up the crew – basically, just a taxi-ride type of thing," the medic said.

Anticipating a lot of sitting in cold, drafty helicopters or in stationary ground positions, many put on thermal underwear and bulky parkas that were now impeding their movement and causing them to sweat profusely. Others were wearing suede desert boots instead of cold-weather footgear. The desert boots soaked up the snow like sponges.

About halfway up, as the Rangers shimmied around a rock and hoisted themselves past a tree that jutted from the mountain face, Canon figured something had to give. "I took a look around and everybody had the, you know, 'Man, this sucks' face – just a long face," the staff sergeant said.

The Rangers began to shed their heavy clothes, and Canon relayed permission from Self that they could take off the back plate of their body armor. Getting rid of the $527 plates was a risky move. The basic Kevlar vest worn by troops protects against 9mm bullets; ceramic plates, placed in front and back, offer an additional layer to stop 7.62mm bullets – the kind fired by AK-47 assault rifles used by al Qaeda.

Removing the back plate would save only six pounds, but would allow greater mobility and comfort. Most elected to take them off. But to avoid leaving them for the enemy, the soldiers shattered the plates by heaving them onto the rocks below.

"It's the most expensive Frisbee you'll ever throw," Canon told the men.

As they continued climbing, many of the Rangers thought of their buddies on the ridge. They knew there were casualties, although they did not know who or how many had been hurt or killed.

Many assumed that at least one of the casualties had to be Spec. Anthony R. Miceli, a SAW gunner considered the most accident-prone in the group. So legendary was Miceli's tendency to injure himself that the platoon had a saying about him: "No one could kill Miceli except Miceli."

Coming over the final rise, the first thing Canon glimpsed were the casualties spread out on the ground near the helicopter's rear ramp. Miceli's luck had held. His SAW had been shot up, but he had picked up another gun and was still in the fight. Even so, Canon was shocked to see so many dead or wounded.

A climb Canon had estimated would take about 45 minutes lasted more than two hours. Chalk 2 was joined with Chalk 1, but the Rangers would have little time to rest.

The Rangers moved quickly to organize an assault on the ridgetop. The chief objective would be the one enemy bunker they could see – off to the right of the nose of the helicopter and about 50 yards away. An airstrike had appeared to silence the bunker, but the Rangers were not sure whether enemy fighters were still in it – or beyond.

The heavy machine gun team from Chalk 2 – Pazder and Vela – moved to a rock beside the helicopter, joining Chalk 1's machine gunner, Pfc. David B. Gilliam. Canon hunkered down between the two machine guns.

"Sergeant, I don't know if I'd get right there," Gilliam said in his thick Tennessee drawl. "I about got shot there a while ago."

"Well, I don't plan on getting shot today, Gilliam, so you just keep the fire on," Canon replied.

The assault team, composed largely of members of Chalk 2, got into position behind another rock slightly ahead and to the left of the machine guns.

The machine gunners let loose with supporting fire. Stebner, Sgt. Patrick George and Sgt. Joshua J. Walker pushed forward along with Spc. Jonas O. Polson, Spc. Oscar Escano and Staff Sgt. Harper Wilmoth. The Rangers moved at what they call the "high ready" – weapons on their shoulders, their eyes focused directly over gun sights. They tossed grenades as they advanced.

Rangers train to use two four-man teams for an assault, with the teams focusing on maneuver while other elements provide supporting fire. In this case, the Rangers had only a team and a half.

"When the supporting fire opened up, everybody just went for it," Wilmoth said. "The snow was so deep, and the terrain under it was rocky, so our footings weren't too good. We pretty much had to lead by gunfire."

The Rangers were pouring on so much fire that some of the chopper crew worried they were overdoing it. The crew yelled at the Rangers to "slow down, they're going to run out of ammo," Self said.

The assault group made it to a boulder about 40 yards up the hill, near the enemy bunker that was just around to the right. Stebner, approaching the boulder first, stumbled across a body lying face down in the snow. It was a dead American – he couldn't tell who and didn't have time to stop.

From the boulder, Wilmoth, George and Escano went for the bunker, finding two dead enemy fighters. Sandwiched between the fighters – amid the debris left by an earlier airstrike – was the body of another American. Stebner and Polson went left, then circled around right, blasting at other enemy positions over the crest.

The end, when it came, was strangely anticlimactic. The Rangers did all the shooting during the 15-minute assault. At the top, they found a network of enemy positions dug next to trees or behind rocks and connected by shallow trenches. A canvas tent sheltered one position.

The area was strewn with Chinese-made 30mm grenade launchers, sheaves of rocket-propelled grenades, a 75mm recoilless rifle, a Russian-made DShK heavy machine gun, long bands of machine-gun ammunition and assorted small arms.

The Rangers say they are not certain how many they killed. Self credits his men with killing at least two during the assault, and there were other bodies of enemy fighters scattered around the ridgetop. But the Rangers say it was difficult to determine how many had died from airstrikes or in firefights with SEALs earlier in the day. A U.S. military team that visited the site days later counted eight enemy bodies.

After the shooting stopped, Canon went to identify the two dead Americans. Near the boulder lay Roberts, the SEAL who had fallen out of the chopper eight hours earlier. Some of his military gear was later recovered elsewhere in the area, and a dead enemy fighter was found wearing Roberts's jacket. In the bunker, Canon identified Chapman.

It was about 11 a.m. Chalk 1 had been on the ridge nearly five hours.

Feeling more secure and a bit more relaxed, the Rangers shifted their command and communications post to the ridgetop. They made plans to move the dead and wounded from behind the chopper to the other side of the crest, where there appeared to be a suitable landing zone for evacuation.

Canon, the most senior noncommissioned officer on the mountain, sat down beside Self, who told him the names of the Rangers who had died. "It hit me pretty hard, and I remember having to take a second and pause," Canon said.

Self could not afford to have Canon – or any of the other men – lost in mourning, not with all that still needed to be done to get them all off the mountain.

"He said, 'Arin, there's nothing we can do about it now,' " Canon recounted. "He pretty much reminded me to get my head back into the game – 'Let's get the rest of these guys out of here alive, and we'll deal with what we have to deal with when we get back.'"

Down behind the chopper, Greg, one of the two wounded pilots, was taking a turn for the worse. "I hesitate to say he was close to dying. But he had a definite change in his level of consciousness," said Cory, the chopper's medic. "He was starting to speak to me as if he was going to die."

On the radio, Headquarters was asking whether the ridgetop was "cold," meaning no longer vulnerable to enemy attack.
"Controller asked me if the pick-up zone [PZ] was cold and how many guys we were going to lose if we waited to be exfiltrated," Air Force Staff Sgt. Kevin Vance, a tactical air controller attached to the Ranger unit, said in a sworn statement to Air Force authorities three weeks later. "I asked the medic, 'If we hang out here, how many guys are going to die?' The medic said at least two, maybe three. I reported to controller, 'It is a cold PZ, and we are going to lose three if we wait.'"

But just as he said that, three or four enemy fighters on a knoll to the south, 300 to 400 yards behind the chopper, opened fire.

Machine-gun fire and rocket-propelled grenades started ripping into the casualty collection area. Bullets also ricocheted around the feet of Rangers and aircrew members carrying the first of the casualties up the hill – David, the flight engineer, who had been shot in the leg.

The group dropped the litter and ran for cover, leaving David on his back on the hillside. Stebner, one of the carriers, twiced dashed out to try to drag David behind some rocks, only to abandon him again. "I stayed out there a good 15, 20 minutes, just watching stuff go over us," David said.

The third time, Stebner reached David and pulled him out of harm's way.

Down behind the chopper, Cory and an Air Force para-rescueman, Senior Airman Jason Cunningham, had just inserted a fresh IV into Greg when they came under fire. Their position left them exposed.

"We realized we were just going to have to sit there and shoot it out with them," Cory said. "Neither Jason nor I were going to leave."

One rocket-propelled grenade came straight at them and zoomed over their heads, exploding above the helicopter. One bullet struck about three feet in front of Cory, kicking snow over him.

"We were shooting back and forth," Cory said. "And I can remember getting down, thinking, 'I have only two magazines left – something has to happen here pretty soon.'"

That's when he and Cunningham were hit.

"I had turned over on my stomach and crawled up a hill about five feet, thinking this might do something," Cory said. "I turned back on my back to shoot, and it was just shortly after that that Jason and I got shot at the same time. We were sitting no more than five or six feet apart."

Two bullets hit Cory in the abdomen, but the impact was cushioned by his ammunition pouch and belt buckle.

"It took me a little while to get up enough courage to check myself out," he said. "As a medic, you realize that a penetrating wound to the abdomen can be absolutely the worst thing. So I reached my hand down there and tried to see how much blood there was. I pulled my hand back initially and it was wet with water. That was a very reassuring sign." The water was from his punctured canteen.

Cunningham was in worse shape: He was hit in the pelvic area and bleeding profusely. Although still lucid, he was in considerable pain.

Good-natured and enthusiastic, Cunningham, 26, was popular with his fellow para-rescuemen, known as "PJs," for parajumpers. He had been a PJ for all of eight months. It was his first time in combat.

Rangers down the hill from the copter shot at the enemy position with a heavy machine gun, a SAW light machine gun, a grenade launcher and several M4 assault rifles. They watched some of the enemy fighters maneuvering around the backside of the hilltop, shooting at the Rangers from two directions.

"We could see the tops of their heads, barely," said Staff Sgt. Raymond M. DePouli, a member of Chalk 1.

Pazder, spotting an enemy fighter pop up to the left, let loose a burst from his M240B heavy machine gun and killed him.

Off to the east, about 700 or 800 yards away, the Rangers noticed four or five other enemy fighters walking up. Canon figured he could reach them with the heavy machine gun but he needed more ammunition. He sent Vela, the assistant gunner, back to the helicopter about 150 to 200 yards away.

As Vela dashed back, more enemy fire erupted and Vela dove for cover behind a rock with Stebner. "You might not want to be by me because for some reason the enemy doesn't like me," said Stebner, who had been dodging bullets trying to pull Dave to safety.

"What are you talking about?" Vela said.

Just then, a rocket-propelled grenade soared over their heads.

"That's one thing I'm talking about," Stebner said. "Every time I get up and move, they shoot at me. And now I'm laying here and they're shooting at us."

Vela crawled to another rock outcropping, joining DePouli. He wrapped the machine-gun ammunition in a bag normally used to hold the spare gun barrel and tossed it to Canon, reaching only halfway.

Canon scrambled out on all fours and dragged the bag back to the spot behind several boulders where he and Pazder were set up. Pazder passed the heavy gun to Canon, who had a better angle on the enemy below.

"We poured machine gun fire onto every tree or bush where they may have been hiding," Canon said. "I don't remember seeing them again."

The enemy fighters on the knoll kept shooting at the Rangers for more than 20 minutes. Then Navy F-14 fighter jets arrived and dropped about a half-dozen 500-pound bombs on or around the enemy position, silencing it.

"With one three-pound burst, shrapnel could be heard traveling through the air," said Air Force Staff Sgt. Gabe Brown, a Special Operations combat controller with Chalk 1 who was radioing directions to the jets. "We could see the bombs go down the hill below us, and we heard the material rising up past us, whizzing through the air."

The force of one bomb blast pushed back the helmet on DePouli's head. He called Self on the radio. "Can we get a little bit of a head's-up down here the next time we're going to make a bomb run like that?" Canon asked the platoon leader.

Self replied, "Yeah, sure, no problem."

With the enemy's southern knoll position eliminated and the northern ridgetop secured, the Rangers resumed carting the casualties – five wounded and six dead – to the other side of the ridge crest. The move, 80 to 100 yards up a snow-covered rocky incline, required four to six men to transport one casualty.

Again turning to the question of evacuation, the Rangers felt an even greater sense of urgency because of the two fresh casualties. The Ranger medic listed them both in the gravest category, "urgent surgical." He was not entirely sure just how serious Cory's injuries were, but he was definitely worried about Cunningham.

The medic had stopped Cunningham's external bleeding, but he had little idea what was happening inside. Only days before, Cunningham had been lobbying commanders to allow PJs to carry blood packs on missions and had won permission to do so. Now he received one of the blood packs he had brought to Takur Ghar.

As worrisome as Cunningham's condition was, commanders were wary of attempting another daylight rescue, knowing that this was part of what had got them into trouble in the first place that morning.

Also occupying the commanders' attention was the rest of the battle, with about 1,200 to 1,400 troops of the 10th Mountain and 101st Airborne divisions spread throughout the valley and swarms of U.S. fighter jets, bombers, helicopters and other aircraft in the skies above.

Earlier in the day, military intelligence sources had reported as many as 70 enemy fighters converging on the ridgetop. Air Force Tech. Sgt. Jim Hotaling, a combat air controller who had a commanding view of enemy positions atop Takur Ghar from a ridge about two miles to the south, never saw anything approaching 70 enemy reinforcements. But he did see small groups of several fighters each maneuvering up the mountain during the day.

"Most of the enemy I was engaging was a good 1,500 to 2,000 meters away from their position, down on the bottom of the mountain and in the creek beds," Hotaling said.

At least some of the Rangers believed a daylight evacuation could be carried out and was worth the risk.

"If we had CAS [close air support] on station dropping bombs, we could have gotten out of there at that time," Vance said in his statement. "Just having the planes nearby kept the enemy away."

Vance added: "I kept telling controller that we lost another one, cold PZ, when are we getting exfiltrated? Controller said to hold on. After asking him three times, PL [platoon leader, meaning Self] expressed urgency at getting the team out of there. I continued to tell controller but he just kept telling me to hold on. After the third time, I handed the hand mike to the PL and asked him to tell controller the same thing.

"I tried to keep a monotone voice. There were times that I tried to throw some words in there to make controller realize that we have to get out. It became a personal conversation, and we kept saying we have to get out of here," Vance said.

Once, the Ranger medic got on the radio and tried to convey to headquarters the gravity of the injuries. "I felt as though if I started making a big deal about their condition, then it would worry my patients," the medic said. "You want to be open and honest, and I was, but I wasn't jumping up and down, ranting and raving, that this guy was going to die if we don't get him off this mountain.

"I said, 'Listen, here's the story. I've got two urgent surgical patients, and we need to be evac-ed.' And their response was, 'Roger, we understand.'‚"

The medic repeatedly assured Cunningham and the others that help was on the way. But the aircrew, especially the pilots, knew their commanders' preference for nighttime evacuations.

"I kept coming back to them saying, 'Hey guys, listen, they're going to come get us, we're going to be out of here soon, hang in there,' " the medic said. "And it was the helicopter pilots who were pretty upfront about it, and they said, 'We know we're not leaving until dark because that's just the way it is.'

"I knew in the back of my head that the chances of them coming during daylight hours were slim to none, but I was trying to be positive about it," the medic said.

Cunningham's reaction? "For the most part, he listened."

As the sun sank around 5 p.m., the wind kicked up and the ridgetop turned frigid.

"You couldn't get enough oxygen," Wilmoth said. "Everyone's throat was bleeding, coughing up some blood. Everyone had bad sore throats and dehydration."

The soldiers searched the chopper for items – crew bags, equipment kits, anything that could provide warmth or something to eat.

"We probably found enough food for everybody to have a bite of something and put something in their stomachs – whether it was a pack of crackers or a Power Bar or sharing half of a cold meal" from military rations, Canon said.

Don, the chopper's air mission commander, peeled off the aircraft's sound insulation liner for blanketing the casualties. Some of the men built a lean-to out of wood from a bombed tree to keep the wind off the wounded.

"Pants, sweat shirts, jackets, blankets, sleeping bags – anything we could find that would retain heat was given to the casualties," the medic said. "Some had upwards of a foot of stuff on top of them to keep them warm."

Seated on the ridgetop, admiring the stunning vistas, Stebner told Wilmoth about how strange it was to be in such a beautiful place amid such dire conditions.

The evening before their mission, some of the Rangers, attending a Bible study group at Bagram air base to the north, had read a passage about mountains and deliverance. It was Psalm 121, which begins, "I lift up my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from?"

The psalm held particular meaning for Self, who thought of it during the first moments of the firefight that morning as he rushed off the helicopter. The passage had stuck with him since a day on a road march as a West Point cadet, when he passed a chaplain standing on a hill reciting the psalm.

But as he and his men waited to be evacuated, Self did not want them getting too contemplative, and especially too mournful. Not yet.

"There were a few times here and there where guys would start to reflect on what had just happened, and their minds started to affect them a little bit," Self recalled. At those points, he would tell them, "Hey, you've got tomorrow and the rest of your lives for that."

Shortly after nightfall – at 6:10 p.m. local time, according to Self's records – Cunningham perished.

"I could tell you that we did everything that we could do up there," the medic said. "He had hung on for hours, and it was simply his time."

Two hours later, at 8:15 p.m., three evacuation helicopters began lifting everyone off the ridgetop. A fourth picked up the SEAL team on the side of the mountain.

The first helicopter landed with its tail ramp at the opposite end of where the troops had planned for it to go. The Rangers once again had to carry the casualties across icy, rocky terrain, this time 40 or 50 feet, the length of the chopper.

"It was more than once that we had to stop and set down, or one guy slipped on the ice," the medic said. "We never dropped a casualty. But I know it was uncomfortable for the casualties, even with the pain control stuff they were given. I know they were hurting. They made it pretty vocal."

Within an hour, all the troops, their wounded and dead, were loaded and gone.

'There's No Right Answer'
All told, seven Americans died on Takur Ghar that day and four were seriously wounded. In honor of the first to perish there, many among the Special Operations forces now refer to the place as Roberts' Ridge.

As for the number of al Qaeda killed, military officials do not have an exact count. The Rangers figure they shot at least 10 enemy fighters during the course of the day. Other tallies, based on accounts of the firefight involving the SEAL rescue team and U.S. airstrikes, have put the total enemy killed at as high as 40 or 50.

"It really wasn't our concern to have a good enemy body count when we left," Self said. "If they were dead, they were dead."

Operation Anaconda ended inconclusively 19 days later. The military disrupted al Qaeda in the Shahikot valley, but an unknown number of enemy fighters slipped away to regroup over the border in Pakistan.

In the end, the Rangers accomplished their mission. They retrieved the bodies of all U.S. servicemen on the ridgetop, leaving no one behind.

Don, the air mission commander on the downed helicopter, said he was later told by a member of the SEAL rescue team that if the Rangers had not arrived when they did, the SEALs would not have lasted much longer. Although the SEALs had already started down the mountain by then, they were still under attack.

"The fire had been focused on them, and when we came in, it got diverted," Don said.

The events of March 4 have underscored the U.S. military's commitment to doing whatever is necessary to prevent any U.S. soldiers – alive or dead – from being left on a battlefield. But the episode also has provoked debate among at least some military officials familiar with the details about the need for establishing minimal thresholds for dispatching rescue teams – thresholds that would balance the need for urgent response against the risks of going in with incomplete information.

Releasing an official report yesterday on the battle on Takur Ghar, Army Gen. Tommy Franks, the Central Command chief responsible for U.S. military operations in Afghanistan, dwelt on the bravery and tenacity of the American troops involved. As for the intelligence lapses, communications breakdowns and questionable command judgments, he suggested they were simply part of the "fog" and "uncertainty" that are "common to every war."

Other military officials said the battle has led to improved communications and other changes in U.S. military operations in Afghanistan that cannot be discussed publicly. Efforts also have been made at the field level to advance coordination between conventional and Special Operations forces.

"There was no reason to believe from history that we should have been doing it any differently than we had been up to this incident," said Army Maj. Gen. Franklin L. "Buster" Hagenbeck, who commanded Operation Anaconda from his headquarters at Bagram air base. "But we've just decided that we'll always know what each other are doing at any given time."

If the Rangers who fought on the mountain find fault with the way the mission was mounted, they are keeping any criticism to themselves. They say they knew, when they signed up, that duty on quick-reaction forces would be hazardous.

"At our level, everyone did his job superbly that day," DePouli said. "We did everything we could do. We were in a crappy situation, and we came out on top."

The Rangers, and the Army helicopter crews and Air Force members who were with them, cite a number of actions that they believe kept the casualty tally lower than it might have been.

Reflecting, for instance, on his decision to break off the Rangers' first attempted assault on the northern bunker, Self noted that the assault team included the most senior Rangers on the ridge at the time. If they had died, Self said, the others would have stood little chance of survival.

"We could have tried it again and had a couple of guys get some posthumous Medals of Honor," Self said. "But I don't know if anybody else would have gotten out of there."

Self also observed that if Chalk 2 had not made it up the mountain when it did, and then quickly assaulted the ridgetop, Chalk 1 would likely have been more exposed to the enemy's counterattack from the southeast.

"We would have had the whole force laying on the side of the hill, getting shot from behind," Self said.

Still, the Rangers remain haunted by other decisions, especially to delay their evacuation until dark. Could an earlier evacuation have saved Cunningham's life?

"It's something we've been asking ourselves now for the better part of a month and a half," Capt. Joseph Ryan, the commander of Alpha Company, which includes Self's platoon, said in an interview in early May. "But there's no right answer to that question."

Said Self: "So many decisions we made that day that could have gone the other way. A lot of what-ifs. That was one of those decisions. It was a dilemma, and there were consequences."

All in all, it was a day of both tragedy and courage, of bad luck and fortuitous timing, of poor coordination and true grit. The Ranger medic spoke about the "positives" and the "negatives" of the experience.

"The positives are, we got to play the game and everybody did exceedingly well," he said. "Everybody did what they were trained to do, everybody performed well above the standard. It's negative because, in getting to play the game, losing is very final, it's very ugly. And until you really see it like we got to see it, it's kind of this mysterious thing.

"Quite frankly," he added, "I think that if guys with our job dealt with it or thought about it quite a bit, there would be a lot fewer of us."

Regards,
Hist2004

n.ignomo
04-30-2004, 10:49 AM
Anybody wants to sum it up ?

shrek
04-30-2004, 11:11 AM
It's tragic, but, It happens. God bless them all. I actually have a humorous story stemming from this event if you can believe it. From one of the SEALs. I will write it when I get the chance!

hist2004
04-30-2004, 12:49 PM
MEMORIAL - Petty Officer 1st Class (SEAL) Neil C. Roberts


Afghanistan War On Terrorism

Subject: Navy SEAL Neil Roberts Recent Death March 06, 2002

By: SEAL Team Member not named.

Over 1000 people attended Neil's funeral! I had the opportunity to speak with several individuals, both in the Teams and in the Agency who were in country at the time of Neil's death and who had also viewed the Predator video as well as another video. The following is a sanitized compilation of the conversations I had and tid-bits from Fitz's eulogy. The usual disclaimers apply here and there is some stuff I need to leave out. And, I know I will not do the story justice, nor could I ever hope to.

Supposedly.., as the helo was on final, it came under fire. An air-crewman fell off the back ramp and was dangling by his tether. Neil reached down to pull him back in. An RPG hit the nose of the helo (didn't explode) and the pilot subsequently made an evasive maneuvers. Neil tumbled out (the air-crewman may have also mistakenly pulled Neil out while Neil was trying to recover him or that may not have happened - doesn't matter-bottom line, Neil fell from about 10ft and was on the ground alone).

It is unclear as to whether or not the guys on board the helo knew that they had lost a man. The helo peeled away, developed hydraulic problems, and landed about a click away. Neil turns on his beacon and low crawls to a position under fire. Neil takes the offensive, firing and maneuvering against the enemy and storms a machine-gun nest. Neil was shot several times but continued the fight. The Predator video shows the mortal wound. Neil falls to the ground (an hour after he fell from the helo). he had expended all of his ammo, both primary and secondary as well as his grenades. The video shows the enemy arrived and dragged him off. Not sure whether they intended to use Neil's body as a decoy for an ambush or as a bargaining chip or for another Samalia street dragging episode. Doesn't really matter.

Then the boys came. The force was a mix of operators and arrived about 2 hours later. As they expected, they encounter significant hostile fire but returned fire immediately. Apparently a lot of undisclosed heroics occurred that night and there was significant payback (and I mean significant). Several of our brothers were wounded, two were flown back to CONUS (one of whom may lose a foot). People are talking CMH heroics - we'll see. After fierce fighting and a valiant rescue, Neil's body was recovered, as were the other dead, and all were evacuated. Payback has continued in various ways and that is the stuff I can't go into. But rest assured, what comes around is going around. Neil went down fighting and took many of those #>#$* with him. (an unconfirmed number)

The ridge upon which he died is now called Robert's Ridge. He was posthumously awarded the Bronze Star with V and a Purple Heart. Neil is now SpecOps folklore and a legend in the Teams for the rest of eternity.

ALL ROUNDS EXPENDED.

Regards,
Hist2004

Whisper_44
04-30-2004, 03:13 PM
I've read this before, but once again Hist2004 comes with an articel worth reading.

nice Job.

@shrek - I'm sure you could find a book deal around here if you wanted? Please do write it up when you have the time, I'm sure more than one of us would love to hear about it.

Ngati Tumatauenga
04-30-2004, 06:22 PM
There are some photos around here somewhere of the ridge taken a few days after the battle. Shows the downed MH-47 and the ridge top itself. I'll look for them.

Uncle Sam
04-30-2004, 06:52 PM
Excellent reading !!!

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Aussie E
04-30-2004, 09:28 PM
Here's a link to the USAFSO Tactical Air Control Party
Member's Personal Experience of Operation Anaconda:
http://globalspecops.com/sts.html
I entered into the USAF eleven days after graduating

from high school. I went to open general basic training.

I was not sure which career path to take until I was

asked to try out to be a tactical air control party

from a TACP recruiter. I was one of the few who tried

out and was chosen. I went to technical school in Florida

for fourteen weeks. My first assignment was at Ft. Polk in

Louisiana supporting the 2nd Armored Calvary Regiment for

three years. I then transferred to support the Joint

Readiness Training Center for a year. Next, I was assigned

to Camp Casey in Korea for one year. Afterwards, I tried

out for and was selected for my present job. I have been

with my current unit for two and a half years. I have had

basic training, TACP training, Ranger School, Basic Airborne

School, Air Assault School, HALO School, and Pathfinder School.

At around 0115z on 4 March 2002, I was told that a military

member was on the ground in a hostile area in Afghanistan after

falling out of a helicopter. My team was told that another

team was attempting to go in and get him, but if they were

not successful, my team would go in. We were waiting to find

out if we would go in to try to get to our lost military member.

My team was in a helicopter in route and our estimated time of

arrival was 0150z. My team consisted of ten people plus three

special tactics squadron members [STS] and we were with eight

crewmembers, a total of twenty-one personnel. At 0140z I had

noticed we were flying in circles around the mountaintop

because I had noticed the same terrain twice. As we were

circling about the third time, we were hit with a

rocket-propelled grenade around 0145z. There were sparks on

the right side of the aircraft and we started to shake violently.

Then our helicopter just fell out of the sky about 15 feet to

the ground. After the first RPG hit us to when the helicopter

hit the ground, I do not remember specifics of what happened,

it was a blur. No one, to my knowledge, was injured from the

initial crash.Before I could get off the aircraft, another RPG

hit the aircraft where the right door gunner was. There was

only one military member between the right door gunner and

myself. I am not positive how many times our helicopter was

shot but I think altogether, four RPGs were shot at us. I was

snap linked into the helicopter, a precaution so we do not

fall out of the helicopter. First I was trying to get my

snap link/safety line off but the pararescueman [PJ] behind

me was pushing me so it pulled tight. I had a little bit of

trouble getting it off; it slowed me down about 15 seconds.

I then ran off the back of the aircraft. By the time I was

able to get off of the aircraft, three of our team members

were already dead. One team member was on the ramp with a

hole in his head. There was no mistaking that he was dead.

The second team member was at the end of the ramp face down

in the snow. His position was such that if there had been

life left in him, he would have moved his head out of the

snow. I later found out that he had been shot under the arm

though his chest and out his above right nipple. The last

deceased team member was lying on his back at the end of

the ramp not moving. These three deceased members survived

the initial crash without injury, but had died from enemy

fire. I knew we had three killed in action, which left

seven of our team, three of which were injured. I had

shrapnel in the arm, but did not notice it until later.

My platoon leader had shrapnel in his leg, it was a pretty

good chunk, and another team member had shrapnel in his

lower left calf and was moving slow. Our team knew how to

fight and how to operate on the ground. The aircrew did not

have the same training. I exited the aircraft and threw my

rucksack off but kept it within 20 meters from me. I

figured out which way we were being engaged from and I

sought cover behind a cut out in the rock face. It was just

big enough for four team members to kneel behind it. We set

up a perimeter. Two other members were back to my right and

three members to my left. I was closest to the enemy. There

were two enemies about 50 meters north of us near a tree.

There was one enemy behind me and to the right already dead.

There were some more enemies to the south coming out. Then we

started to engage the enemy. I was shooting an M4. At first,

my priority was to keep engaging the enemy to hold them back

and then to seek assistance for close air support on the radio.

My radio, a PRC 117F, was still in my rucksack. There was a

combat controller, who was behind me a bit. I turned around

and yelled at him to work on getting communications running,

he already was working on it. I decided that I needed to be

on the line fighting, if I had been on the radio, then the

combat controller would have been sitting there doing nothing

because he doesn't have the assault training. I decided that

he should call in the CAS as I directed him. I told him my

rucksack had a radio in it. A member of the crew dragged my

rucksack to the CCT so he had my radio. First, we shot M203

rounds at bunker. A M203 is a grenade launcher that fits on

a M4/16. As the squad leader and team leader shot M203s, I

stood up and provided covering fire. When he would stand up

to fire a grenade at the bunker, I would standup and shoot

at the bunker to cover him. I did the same when the crew-

members would run for more ammo. We tried throwing fragment

grenades at the enemy but it they were too far away and the

bunker was on the backside of the hill. The enemy threw

fragment grenades at us but they landed 5-10 feet in front

of me, buried in the snow and blew up. I believe one of the

helicopter pilots was dead and the other was injured severely.

The other pilot opened the door to the aircraft and fell out

of the aircraft face first. He lay there in the snow securing

his area. There was no power to the aircraft without which

we could not operate the mini-guns. One of the team members

yelled at a member of the crew to get the power working so

we could use those guns. The mini-guns shoot 7.62 ammo and

so does our M240. The crew was taking ammo and giving it to

our M240 gunner. When the crewmembers would run back to the

aircraft for more ammo, I would standup and shoot at the bunker

to cover them. They were also taking M203 rounds and magazines

off of the KIA and bringing it to us. The crew pulled off

insulation from the aircraft to wrap the casualties in to keep

them warm. Then four of us (myself, the platoon leader, squad

leader, and team leader) started to assault the tree area where

the enemy was coming from while the M240 gunner suppressed it.

Once we realized that it was a bunker, a couple of enemy came

out from behind a tree and took shots at us. We were moving

slow because the snow was up to our knees and we were going

uphill. The platoon leader finally said let's back up and

rethink this. We backed up because we could not afford to

lose any more guys. The combat controller yelled that we have

F-15s on station. The Platoon Leader was next to me and we

discussed it. Then F-15s were overhead and the combat

controller was directing them to the enemy according to my

instructions. I told the combat controller to have the F-15s

to strafe the bunker and have them come in from our right to

our left. The CCT repeated what I said. He was smart enough

that I did not have to tell him too much detail of what to say

on the radio. We used the position of the helicopter to give

clock directions. He had basic knowledge of CAS so I could tell

him to have the fighters do gun runs on an area from which

direction and he would get on the radio and make it happen. The

first F-15 pass was really close and I was uncomfortable because

I could not tell if the guns were pointing at my team or the

enemy bunker so I told the CCT to abort it. I told him to have

them come in more from behind us, so I could tell they were not

pointing at us. I told him to clear them and the rounds hit right

by the bunker. I told him to have them do that over and over again.

I think the gun runs were made by both F-15s and F-16s. For the

first 10-15 minutes, the CCT thought I was the team leader. He

yelled to me 'team leader' when the team leader was sitting next

to him. At this point, the team member who was injured in the leg

and could not move easily was facing one way. Another Sgt. and I

were pulling security on the bunker. The Patoon Leader and I

tried to determine where would be a good landing zone. The fighters

did some more gun runs and the enemy was still jumping up shooting

at us. The enemy was moving on us from behind us (we didn't know

this at the time) but the majority of enemy were firing at us were

on the hill near the bunker area. We killed seven of them. The last

time I saw anyone move in the bunker, I was scanning the hilltop

and I saw the upper half of an enemy behind some bushes. I shot

three times, got down and stood back up. This was the last I had

seen him. I never went over towards that bunker so I cannot confirm

if I had killed him. Then we shot some more bombs in the bunker area.

I told CCT to direct them to shoot down the backside of the hill

north of us. I thought it was better to have them shoot downhill

with the first one so we could walk him in to the target. The first

bomb hit the backside of the hill and then I told him to bring it up

and hit the tree over the bunker. The second one hit the tree dead on

and split it in half. The fire from the bunker area ceased. We could

not see over the hill and did not know what was over there. CCT said

we have some 500-pound bombs to use. After discussing with the PL, I

said let's drop them on the backside of the hill and walk them up.

They were dropping them about 75 to 100 meters away from us. Some of

the pilots did not want to drop them without the commander's initials

because they were afraid they would kill us. At that point we were not

taking any more fire from the top of the hill so the platoon leader

wanted to wait until our reinforcements linked up with us before we

tried moving on the top of the hill. By this time, the second

helicopter landed at the bottom of the hill to our northeast and

reinforcements were moving towards us. The second aircraft had ten

team members on it. They moved uphill to us. This was about two and

a half hours after we had crashed. On the way, they were taking some

mortar fire. At one point they had bracketed us with the mortars but

then they started shooting mortars down the hill to try and hit the

second team members as they were coming up the hill to reinforce us.

I do not know where the enemies were shooting the mortars from. Later,

I learned they were being shot from a position about 300 meters from

us on the backside of the hill. Finally, our reinforcements linked

up with us. A 500-pound bomb hit just over the backside of the hilltop.

It hit at an angle where it blew everything back over the top of us so

it was raining debris and metal pieces down around us. That was the

only point where we were really concerned with our safety from the

friendly bombs. This was the last time we used the 500-pound bombs.

Together we started to take the top of the hill. Once we took the top

of the hill we found two more friendly bodies. They included the member

who fell out of the helicopter that we were there to find and a member

from the team before us that tried to go in to get him. We were sent

in because they were not successful. Both members had been shot and

killed. We had thirty-three members on the hill (including two

deceased we found), sixteen were fighting, and three of those sixteen

were wounded. The other half was working on casualties or were

casualties themselves. As we took the top of the hill, we started

taking fire from behind us. We had to turn around and fight the other

way. Meanwhile, all of our casualties were lying out in the open down

the hill. Once taking fire from the other direction, we had to go

downhill to get our casualties. The casualties were the first three

team members out of the aircraft and the pilot. A PJ, and another

team member were killed from gunfire as they were going down to get

the casualties. At this point, I was still on the top of the hill

sitting next to the CCT and the PL while talking on the radio. I was

reporting back to higher and CCT was talking to the aircraft. We were

the command and control section. I could have taken the radio back

from CCT and said that it is my job to call in CAS, but he had been

working with them already and understood the landmarks, he was talking

about. If I had to do it, then it would have been a relearning process

so I continued to monitor him and let him call inCAS. The medics kept

the PJ alive for about 10 hours (about an hour and half before we got

exfiltrated). I reported it to the Controller when he died. They also

dropped 1000 pounders that landed 150 meters away from us. That was a

little close and I made sure the CCT had them push those out a bit. It

hit the nearside of the hill instead of the far side and shook the team

members up. No one was injured. When the bomb hit, some debris on fire

flew up into the air about 75 feet over our heads and continued on into

the valley where it caught something on fire in the valley. After being

on the ground for about three hours, we had to move the bodies up the

mountain before we could be exfiltrated. This would have taken about one

half hour. Controller asked me if the pick-up zone was cold and how many

guys we were going to lose if we waited to be exfiltrated. I asked the

medic 'if we hang out here, how many guys are going to die?" The medic

said at least two, maybe three. I reported to Controller 'it is a cold

PZ and we are going to lose three if we wait. Just as I said it was a

cold PZ, we were shot at. However, we could have made it cold by the

time they got the helicopters in there. It was just every once and while

the enemy would take pop shots at us. If we had CAS on station dropping

bombs, we could have gotten out of there at that time. I told CCT to

drop bombs down in the valley and on the small hill every now and again.

Every time the plane showed up and you could hear them, we weren't being

shot at. Just having the planes nearby kept the enemy away. Continuously

dropping bombs discouraged them from coming after us. So every now and

again, we would drop bombs on them with B52s, B-1s, those were the last

aircraft we had. I cannot remember which one. I was watching our medic,

he was a part of the second team, as he was working on the PJ. I saw

him doing CPR on the PJ and I knew it was bad. I then saw the medic

stand up, look over at me, and start walking to me. That is when I got

on the radio to Controller and told him that we now have seven KIA.

The whole fifteen and one half hours we were on the ground I was

fighting, talking on the radio, or telling CCT what to call in. I shot

a total of 420 rounds during the fifteen and one half hours. I was on

the C2 line the whole time while watching over CCT's shoulder to make

sure everything was all right. As the hostile fire started slowing

down, I barely had to tell CCT what to do, just drop bombs over here

or over there. I kept telling Controller that 'we lost another one,

cold PZ, when are we getting exfiltrated?' Controller said to hold on.

After asking him three times, PL expressed urgency at getting the team

out of there. I continued to tell Controller but he just kept telling

me to hold on. After the third time, I handed the hand mike to the PL

and asked him to tell Controller the same thing. For the next thirteen

hours, there were sporadic firefights from about 300 meters away. All

of the close fighting was done because we had neutralized all close

enemies. The mountaintop had three different peaks. We held the two

highest ones. About 300 meters to our south, southeast was the third

hilltop where the enemy was coming up. At one point Controller told me

that the enemy was trying to reinforce with seventy guys. I was not

clear if he was talking about seventy friendly or enemy. I then asked

if the seventy guys coming up this way were not my friends. He said

'Roger.' I said I wanted to make sure that was clear. I tried to keep

that between the PL and myself because it would have destroyed the

other guys' morale. I think the PL let the team know so they could be

ready. We never did see the seventy enemies. I put the PL on the radio

and he was being told the exfiltration sequence of events. I was

sitting next to him taking notes. Once the exfiltration plan was sorted

out, we sat around and waited until the AC-130 checked in. We had them

fly around and occasionally shooting. Controller said we had eight

enemies moving in to our south. I never did run into them. CCT was

talking to the AC-130 and I was talking to Controller. I gave Controller

the approach heading, the land heading and the departure heading. There

was a 090 approach heading, 235 land heading, and 270 departure heading.

The first aircraft came in on a 090 and then came to a hover. I tried to

get him on the radio to tell him to turn around and do a 180. I could not

reach him so I called Controller and asked him to get in contact with the

second and third helicopters to have them land at 180 degrees from what

the first one did. It was important to have the second one land that way

in order to upload the KIAs quickly. He was able to reach them and the

second and third helicopters landed according to direction. Because the

first one landed heading the wrong direction, the exfiltration was slowed

down immensely. We had to drag the casualties all the way around the back

of the helicopter and load them up. It was important that the second one

landed the way it did. My entire unit got on the second helicopter

while another unit got off to pull security. They then got on the

helicopter and left. If they had landed the way the first one did, it

would have taken a lot longer than it did. The entire exfiltration

process took too long, about 15 minutes for the first two helicopters.

It was all quiet when we were being exfiltrated. It felt really good when

I got back and my buddies said they were sitting around the radio

listening. They were impressed that I never got emotional and was calm

and professional the whole time. I tried to keep a monotone voice.

There were times that I tried to throw some words in there to make

Controller realize that we have to get out. It became a personal

conversation and we kept saying we have to get out of here. I received

a minor wound to my left shoulder. It is a shrapnel puncture wound.

I didn't notice it until a day later when I woke up and my shoulder felt

like someone punched me. I then looked at the T-shirt Iwas wearing that

night and noticed it was blood stained. I went through so many different

emotions, excited, mad, frustrated, sad, any other emotion you could

possibly feel, you feel going through this whole thing. And I felt guilty

if I felt anything was funny like the Sgt's helmet with the holes in it

because we had lost members of our team. Everyone out there just did his

job. I just did my job, everything came natural and my training kicked in.

There is nothing I could have changed about that day. Nothing we could

have done different or better. I could not ask for a better group of guys

to work with. I have trained for eight years to do this and now I had the

chance to get to do my job -- that is reward enough. Everybody working

together and the good Lord is what got us home.


There is also a good account of the battle in Micheal Hirsch's NONE BRAVER
List of KIA:http://www.defenselink.mil/news/Mar2002/b03052002_bt101-02.html

Midav
05-01-2004, 01:03 AM
Wow! Hell of a tale!!!

I really don't know what to say.

Aussie E
05-01-2004, 01:42 AM
link to PBS' extensive site on the war in Afghanistan:
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/campaign/

2RHPZ
05-28-2005, 03:41 AM
Chaos & courage
A Ranger rescue mission turns into a fierce firefight

March 07, 2005

Cast of characters:
The following people were first introduced earlier in the book. Those who did not want to be fully identified are mentioned only by first name:

Chief Warrant Officer 5 Don

The air mission commander aboard Razor 01.

Chief Warrant Officer 4 Chuck

Razor 01’s pilot-in-command.

Chief Warrant Officer 3 Greg

Razor 01’s other pilot.

Capt. Nathan Self

Ranger platoon leader.

Staff Sgt. Ray DePouli

Ranger squad leader on Razor 01.

Staff Sgt. Arin Canon

Ranger squad leader on Razor 02.


It was the hour before dawn on March 4, 2002, and in the Shahikot Valley of eastern Afghanistan, Operation Anaconda was entering its third day.

Some 200 troops with the 10th Mountain and 101st Airborne Divisions had air-assaulted into the al-Qaida stronghold two days earlier and met surprisingly strong resistance. After early reverses, they were holding their own against hundreds of guerrillas, with the help of three teams of Delta Force and SEAL Team 6 commandos who had crept undetected through snow-covered mountain passes before H-hour.

But now a new crisis was brewing.

Impatient to get more of their commandos into the fight, the leaders of a classified joint special operations task force had ordered a SEAL team to fly straight to the top of Takur Ghar, the 10,469-foot mountain that dominated the valley. The plan was to establish an observation post there. But as the Chinook helicopter carrying the commando team approached the top of the mountain, it came under fire and a SEAL named Petty Officer 1st Class Neil Roberts fell out as the damaged Chinook lurched away. The SEALs returned a little more than two hours later to the top of the mountain in another Chinook to search for their comrade. The helo was able to land under heavy fire, but the ferocity of resistance forced the SEALs who stormed out of the Chinook to disengage and move off the mountaintop without locating Roberts.

Now, a third Chinook, call sign Razor 01, was approaching Takur Ghar, carrying Rangers from the quick reaction force. A combination of poor satellite radio communications and the task force commander’s decision to have his staff try to manage the rescue attempt from their headquarters on a desert island 1,000 miles away meant that the Ranger platoon leader, Capt. Nathan Self, and his men had only the vaguest idea of what to expect when they landed.


The Razor 01 pilots circled the mountain three times looking for a place to land. They saw footprints in the snow, but no SEALs.

Chuck, Greg, and Don talked among themselves. None of them felt comfortable with this situation. Chuck called Razor 02 and told them to return to Gardez and wait.

“Better to have only one aircraft shot down, not two,” Chuck thought.

In the back, Self paused his examination of the map for a moment to glance at his men. Their faces reflected a natural anxiety that any men in that situation would feel — “the fear of the unknown,” as Canon, on Razor 02, described it — but that fear was mingled with confidence. The training at Tarnak Farms had honed their skills to something close to perfection. Their weapons were zeroed. The more religious among them had attended a church service the previous day, which was a Sunday. They were combat ready. They were at the top of their game.

Dave, the staff sergeant who was the left door gunner, turned and gave a thumbs up to Sgt. Phil Svitak, the right door gunner, then yelled to everyone in the back, “Get ready!”

Self leaned over and squeezed the shoulder of Spc. Marc Anderson, a 240 gunner, and gave him a thumbs up as a sign of assurance. Anderson turned to his assistant gunner, Pfc. David Gilliam, slapped him on the back and shouted in his ear, “Today, I feel like a Ranger.”

After a brief discussion with the other pilot and Self over where they should land, Greg, the right seat pilot at the controls, picked out a spot on a gentle slope about 75 meters from the very top of the mountain and brought the helicopter in on a normal approach.

“Well, this is it,” he thought. “Make it a good one.”

Below him, at the 2 o’clock position, he saw three men about 60 meters away aiming weapons at his helicopter. Before he had time to react, the right windshield shattered, his right multifunction display went out and two bullets hit him square in the chest, thudding against his body armor. Another bullet pushed his helmet to the left.

“Taking fire at 2 o’clock!” he yelled.

Svitak also saw the men shooting at the helicopter. He turned to Cory, the sergeant first class who was the crew’s medic.

“Doc, you’d better move back,” Svitak told him.

Then he fired a one-second burst from his minigun — whiiirrrrrr!!!!! — and slumped over with two bullets in his stomach. He was dead within seconds.

The right rear gunner, a sergeant named Shawn, fired four rounds from his M60 machine gun — dum!dum!dum!dum!

At that moment, as the Chinook slowed to a hover about 80 feet off the ground, an enemy fighter climbed up on a boulder and fired a rocket-propelled grenade at the helicopter. It hit the right engine and exploded.

Instantly, there was a loud whine from the left engine as it picked up the load to compensate for the right engine being knocked out.

Dave, the left gunner, was hit in the thigh as the al-Qaida fighters raked the helicopter with fire. The round struck his knife, shattering it and embedding pieces of it in his left leg. He felt as though a sledgehammer had hit his thigh, from which blood was now spraying. Angry, he swept his minigun from left to right, fighting fire with fire. Beside him, Cory was hit by several rounds, none of which penetrated his body armor or his helmet.

In the cockpit, a bullet caught Chuck’s left leg just above the knee. Another hit his helmet, knocking his head back. But Greg, unaware that his colleague was wounded, still had control of the helicopter.

Greg’s first instinct was to repeat Razor 03’s exploits of a few hours earlier and try to nose the helicopter over the edge of the mountain and fly away, except he’d have to manage it on a single engine. Very quickly, he realized that if he tried to gain airspeed he’d lose altitude and wouldn’t make it over the peak.

He brought the nose back up into a landing attitude and slowed the helicopter to put it on the deck. His left seat pilot and flight lead, Chuck, reminded him that he was landing on a slope. He brought the helicopter down fast. The rear wheels hit first. Then the forward landing gear came down with bump.

“It was probably the best damn landing I’ve ever made in my 14 years of flying,” he said.

Given the circumstances, that was almost certainly the case. But to Nate Self and his Rangers in the back, the Chinook seemed to just fall out of the sky.

As they hit the ground, another RPG flew in through the right cabin door. It didn’t explode, but it hit an oxygen tank above the left window, sending sparks flying around the cargo area and starting a small fire. Bullets shredded the insulation and soundproofing material in the ceiling and it fluttered down like confetti.

The bump when they fell to earth knocked everyone in the back to the floor. Now they were either still lying there or scrambling on their hands and knees to get out the back of helicopter. Self had been prepared for a hot landing zone, but not this hot. He had no idea they’d just tried to land on an LZ at which two helicopters had already been shot up.

Lying on the floor as machine-gun fire cut holes in both sides of the helicopter, he tried to make sense of the situation.

“Somebody screwed us big time,” he thought.

It was 6:10 a.m.

Shawn hurt his knee in the landing, but got to his feet and dropped the ramp.

The first Ranger to run down it was DePouli. As he got to the bottom, a bullet hit him in the back, a fraction of an inch above the bottom of the rear bulletproof plate in his vest, spinning him around.

Seeing an enemy fighter at the helicopter’s 8 o’clock position, he fired an entire magazine from his M4 at the guerrilla. Behind him, two bullets hit Sgt. Joshua Walker’s helmet. He didn’t even notice the impact. Spotting a bunker to his right, he too fired off a full clip at it then headed left.

Spc. Aaron Totten-Lancaster followed him out, wading into the knee-deep snow and then diving into the prone position by the airframe’s lower right corner.

Gilliam picked up Anderson’s 240 and crawled off the right of the ramp on his knees and elbows.

Vance, the enlisted terminal attack controller, dropped his rucksack, heavy from the weight of the big radio in it, off the ramp and jumped out. But as Self crawled across the floor and onto the ramp, he realized that not all of his men had been as lucky as DePouli and Walker.

Spc. Matt Commons lay face up on the ramp, his eyes open but unseeing, a neat bullet hole in his head. His blood was dripping off the ramp, staining the snow red.

Sgt. Brad Crose was lying dead, face down in the snow at the bottom of the ramp. Like their Ranger forefathers who landed on Omaha Beach, Crose and Commons had stormed down the ramp only to be cut down in a hail of machine-gun fire.

Anderson, who only moments earlier had been telling Gilliam that he felt “like a Ranger,” didn’t even make it to the ramp. He was hit in midcabin and fell to the floor. Senior Airman Jason Cunningham, the pararescue jumper medic, crawled over and did his best but couldn’t save him.

Sitting in the companionway, Don saw bullet holes appearing in the windshield. He’d been in the Army 26 years, but this was the first time he’d been shot at. He unbuckled his seat belt, grabbed his rifle and ran a couple of steps toward the back, only to encounter a scene of devastation. It seemed as though everyone had been shot. The troops were either on the floor or already outside, so he ran out the back.

As soon as the helicopter was on the ground, the same men Greg had seen firing on the approach advanced toward the aircraft. Still holding the cyclic stick in his left hand, he grabbed his M4 with his right and fired a couple of bursts at them out of his sliding side window, forcing them back behind the rock.

Greg’s company commander had made his crews practice this exact scenario “ad nauseam,” the pilot said. “At the time, I thought, ‘Oh my God, do we have to do these shootdown things again?’” he said. “It was like he could see into the future and knew exactly what was going to happen.

“So everything I did was kind of muscle memory,” he said. “I attribute it to training. I don’t attribute it to heroics or anything like that. It’s just what I was taught to do.”

Bullets flew into the cockpit, putting holes in and then shattering what was left of the windshield and, in a couple of cases, skidding off Greg’s helmet. The circuit breaker panel to his right front was smoking. Chuck leaned over and slapped Greg on the shoulder.

“I’m outta here!” he yelled as he grabbed his M4. Then he reached up with his left hand, grabbed the yellow and black emergency exit handle at the top of his door, rotated it down, kicked the door out and dived out into the snow.

That seemed like a smart idea, so Greg did the same, reaching up with his left arm across his head to pull the handle while holding the grip of his M4 with his right. But the instant he kicked his door out into the snow, his left arm flew backward. Confused, he tried to move his left hand to grip the stock of his M4, and missed the weapon completely. He looked down to see his left hand hanging limply at almost a 90-degree angle from his forearm, spurting arterial blood across the cockpit.

He pulled his hand up and examined it. The flesh seemed to be glowing and smoking. Greg immediately realized why. There was a tracer round stuck inside his hand, burning away. He pulled it out and put it in his sleeve pocket. A good 60 percent of the circumference of his wrist was gone. A couple of tendons and a stick of bone were all that attached his hand to his arm. He fired one more burst from his M4 to cover himself, but diving out of his right-hand door no longer seemed an attractive proposition.

He twisted around in his seat, laid his weapon on the center console and then wriggled through the companionway toward the rear of the helicopter, taking care to hold a pressure point below his wrist to stem the flow of blood somewhat.

Part of his flight gear got caught on the jump seat as he tried to squirm through. Lying on his belly, his arms stretched in front of him, he kicked with his feet trying to free himself.

Straight ahead, he saw Cory working on a Ranger casualty. He yelled to Cory that he was stuck. Another explosion shook the aircraft as an RPG hit the nose, and Greg felt a “thumping” in his legs as shrapnel spattered them. The aircraft’s armor-plated seats protected his torso from getting hit.

By now, he stuck his head into the back of the helicopter and got his first good view of the carnage there. He looked left to see Phil Svitak crumpled on the floor. Greg kept shouting at the top of his voice, forgetting that he still had his helmet on and earplugs in. Turning his head to the right, he saw Dave, pale and sitting down, wrapping the lanyard from his Beretta 9mm pistol around his leg as a tourniquet. Dave looked up to see what all the yelling was about.

“Take your f---ing helmet off!” he shouted. Greg reached back with his good hand and yanked it off.

Finally, Cory came forward, grabbed Greg by his survival vest and, after a couple of attempts, pulled him into the back of the helicopter. There was still a fusillade of rounds puncturing holes in the side of the aircraft and whizzing over the heads of the men lying on the floor.

The bullets made a “tick-tick” sound as they punctured the side of the aircraft.

“It sounded like hail hitting your car,” Greg said, “but you’d see sunlight stream through the holes.”

By now, Greg, who spent his first six years in the Army as a medic, had his bleeding under control.

“Go check on Phil. He’s not moving,” he told Cory as soon as the medic had pulled him through.

“I don’t think Phil made it,” Dave said. “How are you doing?” Cory yelled to Dave.

“Fine,” replied Dave.

Cory and Jason Cunningham then went to work on Greg. Cory put on a tourniquet and stuffed bandages and gauze into the wound. When the medic held his arm up, it gave Greg his first opportunity to survey the damage the bullets had done. He stared at what remained of his wrist in disbelief, amazed at how much “stuff” Cory could pack into the hole in his arm.

Then, Cunningham applied an oximeter — a device that measures the oxygen in a patient’s blood — to Greg’s finger. It didn’t seem to be working. Frustrated, Cunningham held the device up and discovered why: A bullet had severed one of the wires, probably while it was still in his bag.

“Has anybody seen Chuck?” Greg asked. He was still unaware that Chuck had been wounded before he dived into the snow. No one in the back of the helicopter knew where Chuck was.

“He went out the left door,” Greg told them.

Greg was lying on his back in the rear of the aircraft, with his feet toward the cockpit. His M4 magazines, which he carried in the rear pockets of his survival vest, were sticking into his back. Cory was kneeling between his legs, Cunningham was on his right side. Since everyone else was fighting, he told the survivors in the back to pile the PRC-112 survival radios beside him and he’d use them to try to make contact with the outside.

Greg grabbed the first one and spoke into it.

“This is Razor 01, down. We are taking heavy fire. Engaged. Numerous casualties,” he said, and gave the latitude and longitude reading for the helicopter’s position. “Enemy engaging us from the 2 o’clock and 9 o’clock positions.”

He repeated that transmission on every radio, left each radio on, and turned two of them to send out a beacon signal.

Then the pain kicked in. Fierce, excruciating pain.


“Not a Good Day to Die: The Untold Story of Operation Anaconda” goes on sale March 1. The book offers a deep, inside account of the battle-planning process, as well as the combat itself, and reveals joint command-and-control failures that cost lives.

The author, Sean Naylor, covered the battle as it raged and then spent more than two years investigating the operation.

U.S. Special Operations Command leadership ordered an investigation into the alleged disclosure of classified information to Naylor during his research.

A staff writer at Army Times for 15 years, Naylor has covered the U.S. military at home and in the field. He has covered the Afghan mujahedeen’s war against the Soviets, as well as Army operations in Somalia, Haiti, Bosnia, Afghanistan and Iraq. His coverage of Operation Anaconda earned him the White House Correspondent Association’s prestigious Edgar A. Poe Award. He also is co-author of “Clash of Chariots — the Great Tank Battles.”

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2RHPZ
05-28-2005, 04:01 AM
Not a Good Day to Die: The Untold Story of Afghanistan's Operation Anaconda

Unedited transcript prepared from a tape recording.

5:00 Presentation: Sean Naylor, Army Times
Discussants: Frederick W. Kagan, U.S. Military Academy at West Point
Kalev Sepp, Naval Postgraduate School
Moderator: Thomas Donnelly, AEI

Two days ahead of Operation Anaconda's D-day, three teams of commandos totalling 13 men from Delta Force, SEAL Team 6, and other highly classified units crept through thigh-deep snow over frozen mountain ridges to penetrate al Qaeda's lines of defense around the Shahikot. One Delta Force team even rode in on all-terrain vehicles that had been specially rigged with infrared headlights and engines that ran particularly quietly. This was an extraordinarily dangerous mission. If any of the teams were compromised, the mission would be over, Operation Anaconda would be over, before it began. But they made it in by taking the most difficult, arduous routes, routes they knew al Qaeda would be unlikely to monitor. The team in all-terrain vehicles even rode through a minefield--not deliberately, I should add.

When they got into the high ground around the valley, the one SEAL team that was taking part in this made a momentous discovery. Right where they wanted to establish their observation post--on this finger-like ridge line jutting into the southern part of the valley-- I can show you another picture of it here. For those of you that can see that, this is looking north to south, and that's the ridge line pushing up there. And the SEALs wanted to establish an observation post right there.

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RGRBOX
05-28-2005, 07:20 AM
Excellent reading !!!

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Leadenlegacy
05-28-2005, 11:53 AM
Very good read, thanks.

2RHPZ
09-19-2005, 03:38 AM
Roberts Ridge (http://robertsridge.com/) by Malcolm MacPherson

Afghanistan, March 2002. In the early morning darkness on a frigid mountaintop, a U.S. soldier is stranded, alone, surrounded by fanatical al Qaeda fighters. For the man's fellow Navy SEALs, and for waiting teams of Army Rangers, there was only one rule now: leave no man behind.

Cpt. Spaulding
09-24-2005, 11:59 AM
Excellent reading !!!

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