was posted in area 1 as tango 2 due to a terrorist threat info
briefing we received at guard mount. I came prepared since I was in a
jeep for the night. I checked out everything I was assigned in the
armory, .38 cal revolver with 18 rounds,gau with 120 rounds of .223
cal ammo, a M-79 with various rounds of 40mm and my k-9 bullet.
We arrived at the ecp laden down with equipment and exchanged
vehicles. The night began uneventfully until around 0100 hrs. A
handler and the DOD guard in tower 1 called in gunfire in the bam-bam
river. It was dry season so the 11/2 mile wide river was mostly dry
and an excellent area for padi-ko to travel across.
I drove to the area and met with CMS-2. We could hear automatic
weapons firing, the distinct sound of AK's and M-16's. I low-crawled
to the edge of the perimeter through the two fences to get a closer
The tracers flying back and forth below with the occasional muzzle
flash of M-60's was a sight to see. It appeared that a PC(Philippine
Constabulary) patrol had run into a squad of the NPA (New Peoples
Army) and were engaged in a fatal game of cat and mouse through the
elephant grass below us.
We asked Shotgun for permission to assist the PC. After a few moments
of silence the dispatcher told us not to leave the area but the PC
requested any illumination we could give them over the NPA's position.
We began to fire all the slap-flares out into the river. The PC's
fire exploded toward the basin of our area, maybe 100 feet below our
position. No one figured the NPA were so close to our ammo dump. I
fired my M-79 with illumination rounds over the area.
As the light lit up the bam-bam the PC were rock an rolling with
firepower. I reached for another 40mm round out of the ammo can and
sat up leaning over the cliff and fired again. There was a small burst
of fire and the round popped on the ground. I could see the NPA squad
in a tight 360 next to the flare. The PC unloaded into the area as the
light extinguished and the firefight died off. The show seemed to be
over and we backed off from the area.
About a half hour went by when CMS-2 called in an alert towards the
fence line. I again sped toward the handler, meeting with him near
some revetments. The dog was throwing an alert right in the same area
we were laying earlier.
All of a sudden 3 Filipinos appeared just outside the second fence.
Two were carrying the third. We figured they must be what was left of
the NPA squad. We talked about dogging them, then decided that as long
as they stayed outside the second fence we'd leave them alone. After
all they took a serious ass-kicking from the PC patrol which we had
helped in a small way.
The three passed by with-out an incident and we went back to our
normal duties... That was some night.
Warke B Flight K-9
was fairly new to the P.I., and was handling an ex sentry dog named
Rex 14M9. We were going to conduct some "realistic" training
along with a few other dog teams.
We loaded up in the weapons carrier and we were off. The decoy was
already in position at the dump area, awaiting our arrival. We were
let off on a trail that led to the dump and one at a time the teams
would walk down it as if we were sweeping for intruders.
The rest of us waiting our turns, milled around in a circle talking.
After a few minutes I noticed that we were close to Mabalacat Gate. I
began scanning the off base area and saw a man on the bridge. He would
raise his arms to his chest and lower them. He did this a number of
At the same time dirt began to kick up around us and the dogs were
going wild. Some of the handlers ran for cover, but not me. It wasn't
because I had big balls, it was because I was a stupid "jeep"
and hadn't realized that what was happening was we were being shot at!
Myself and a couple of other handlers unloaded our .38's towards the
We were much too far to hit anyone but it must have scared the
Filipino because he jumped down and departed. We radioed it in and in
a few minutes an SPI/Snake unit arrived. It was SSgt Chuck Taylor and
2 Filipinos. He asked what happened then drove through the Mabalacat
A few minutes later he drove back with a slightly bruised Filipino
and an M-1 carbine rifle. He said the guy was upset with the Security
Police because we destroyed his home in the Mabalacat Massacre. He
thought we were massing for round 2 and couldn't take it, because he
just rebuilt his home. Without another word they drove off.
We packed up and returned to the kennels, then to Resources
Protection to make our group statement. As it turned out we did have
some realistic training that day..
were getting hit all over the flight line in 1978. It was a good year
for the intruders, bad for Resources Protection and K-9. Padi-ko
seemed to have the upper hand and was stealing everything.
On one occasion I was posted at out-side supply, which was then near
the flight line POL area. The objects of opportunity this past month
were the brass fittings on the pipes and equipment inside the fenced
Big Joe and little Joe (Col. Joe Daigle 3rd Les commander and Sgt
Joe-? his private worker) strung triple rows of barbed wire around the
fenced in area all the way to Bravo ramp near the C-5's. The only
problem is that there was a washout which ran the entire length of the
northend of the runway through to the outside supply area.
The intruders would travel that washout and hit anywhere along the
way they saw opportunity.
Tonight I was posted at outside supply for the third night in a row.
You see, I was taking the thefts personally and wanted some pay-back
so I was trading my patrols for this post in hopes of getting a
I set up near the boundaries of my post and hunkered down for the
night with Bullet sitting, scoping the area. He was a damn good dog,
never slept on post as long as i had him, no matter how long we were
After about 6 hours of staring into the dark jungle and elephant
grass, my eyes began to play tricks on me. I started seeing droves of
intruders moving through the dark areas of my mind. All K-9 handlers
posted for long shifts know the feeling.
I stood up and through the grass which was about 4-5 foot tall, my
eyes caught movement. Was it something or was I seeing nothing again?
Then I made out the figures, 3 of them. The first one the scout out
in front and the other 2 staying back in the concealment of the
Bullet had picked the sight alert also and began his tell-tale
shifting from one front paw to the other, giving off a slight whine.
He was primed as was I.
I called in the alert and the jeep patrols began heading towards my
post. I moved closer to them only as they moved towards the wire
rolls. The scout was pulling the barbed wire as the other 2 intruders
broke cover, heading to their compari.
When they were in the open field i released Bullet. He rocketed
towards the 2 in the open as i circled the wash-out to cut off their
retreat. I fired a slap flare for illumination as Bullet hit the first
man. He dove at the last moment and hit the Filipino in the chest.
The other 2 ran towards the washout and to me waiting. I tackled the
closest Filipino and took him down. I was handcuffing him when i
noticed Bullet saw me on the ground and released the intruder he was
biting running to assist me. The others ran away into the water.
Back-up arrived and took my prisoner. I took Bullet over to the blood
trail to track. His nose hit the ground and off we went. Before I knew
it I was neck deep in the washout water and Bullet was swimming.
Then the unbelievable happened. While swimming, Bullet threw a hard
alert to the bank. We climbed up and Bullet began thrashing about in
the undergrowth, then the screaming started. He was jobbing one of the
2 that ran...What a dog.
Then to my east I heard some resource guys yelling for padi-ko to
come out of the weeds. I picked up my 2nd prisoner and headed to the
yelling. The little guy was in a small depression of under growth and
wasn't coming out.
I hooked Bullet up on leash and sent him in. He latched onto the
intruder and we tugged hard. The guy was screaming so loud I couldn't
hear my dog growling. Well, Bullet was the star of the night...3
intruders caught before they were able to steal anything......or so I
While the resource guys were combing the area they discovered a sack
of brass fittings...the intruders we not going to the area, they were
coming out and already made the hit. I was just lucky enough to see
them leaving...and catch them.....sneaky bastards.....
Warke B Fight K-9...
following is a special story. The events of 6 January 1978, the night
Bob Gray was killed. Dale Warke was one of the handlers on duty that
night at Circle Antenna and this story includes some of the events that
took place during and after the tragedy at Jet Test Cell.
This is a story that is
not easy to tell even after all these years. The day started out as
any other day in January of 1978. We conducted training at the
kennels, broke for chow and re-formed at the kennels prior to posting.
I was upset with my post circle antenna because NOTHING ever happened
there and they had their own security posts. The only reason a handler
was needed was because it was a priority (A) resource.
As I walked to post with Bullet my assigned MWD, I had no idea that
the events about to unfold would NEVER leave my mind.....
During the shift I met with the security posts and walked to Negrito
gate, talking to the L.E. guard posted there. We ate barbecued chicken
cooked by the Negritos and drank a coke together. As the shift drew to
a close I wandered around the Antenna from bunker to bunker one last
Then all HELL broke loose. I'll never forget the faint voice come
across the radio asking for help. Shotgun began to feverishly dispatch
units to the flight line area of jet test cell. The story was being
pieced together bit by bit. A handler jumped a bunch of intruders
coming from the runway caring MD unit cables that they just had
stolen. The intruders headed to the tall grass near jet test cell.
The handler, Bob Gray and his assigned MWD Casey Jones followed the
intruders, dismounting his jeep at the test cell pad. He called in he
had released his dog and followed as any good K-9 handler would into
the elephant grass.
The intruders this time were hard-core thieves. They were part of a
organized gang with one SHIT-HEAD, Pepe Garcia as their leader.
As what was pieced together by a number of so-called experts and by
the first responding unit to help ,SSgt Greg Davis our Flight Chief at
the time, it was figured out that the intruders dropped the cable and
property and fled in single file on a path. Since the foliage was so
thick you had to stay on this path until you came to the wash-out.
As Casey attacked one intruder, Garcia circled around and ambushed
Bob from behind. Garcia grabbed Bob from behind by the neck and
stabbed him through the, ribs in an upward motion piercing his liver,
kidneys and into his heart.
Casey, sensing his master was in peril turned to attack the threat.
Garcia took Bob's .38 and shot Casey as he returned. At least 2 shots;
some say 3 shots were heard. One bullet struck the dog in the neck and
traveled across his back into the rib area.
Casey still attacked and bit Garcia in the leg. The dog then turned
him loose and as so many great Clark dogs would, went to be by the
side of his handler.
The blood trails I saw were 25 yards long, made by Bob as he dragged
himself to the jeep. He fired a slap flare and he was able to relay
not only his position but that he needed help.
I was chilled as this voice came over the radio to my position at
circle antenna. It didn't sound good. I observed a Deuce and a half
coming from Negrito gate and I rushed to the road to stop it. I
figured that my shift was almost over and the relief would be walking
out. I told the driver to" take me to Jet-test cell NOW".
When I arrived Bob was already on his way to the hospital where he
died in the arms of Greg Davis his long-time friend and K-9 brother.
Greg was furious due to the fact that it took so long for the
ambulance to respond and that 2 of them got stuck responding to the
area. The ER doctor told Greg that with the way the blade went in and
the damage done to Bob, they couldn't and wouldn't have been able to
help him if it happened in the ER room.The blade was a file which was
heated and beaten into a 14 inch blade. Only 3 inches were sticking
out between Bobs ribs.
The ER room personnel were unable to remove the blade. The doctor
said it was amazing that Bob was able to crawl the 25 yards and even
talk on the radio. Greg told me that when he arrived and saw Bob he
was very pale and could barely whisper. Bob knew he wouldn't make it
and kept asking if Casey was all right. The dog was standing beside
Bob protecting him. He didn't and wasn't going to leave his dog. The
dog wasn't going to leave his fallen master.
The dog went to the ER room also where the bullet was removed and
taken by OSI agents for evidence. They said Greg held Bob's hand from
then till he passed on.
As I arrived at Jet test-cell it was a bee-hive of activity but no
one seemed to be taking charge. SP's were arguing over what to do.
Some wanted to burn the area others wanted to surround it. A Base
recall was now in affect. Security Police were massing at Resources
and at CSC to respond in force.
I looked over the area and began to track into the same area Bob and
Casey had, hoping to be able to enact revenge. My GAU was locked and
loaded and Bullet was charged.
I traveled the area to the washout and looked the place over. Bullet
lost the track a ways back and I couldn't see any signs that the group
had passed through here.
I doubled back and came out to the open area. I met up with some
Philippine Rangers who were brought in to assist by Maj. Hetzel our
squadron commander. A D.O.D. guard talked to one of the rangers and
told him to go with me. We walked in Bob's foot steps and tried to
find fresh signs. The ranger pointed out 4 different areas of blood.
The blood was everywhere, over leaves, grass, and the jeep. He figured
it was a combination of 2 intruders, the first one Casey bit and
Garcia's blood, Casey's and Bob's.
It was beginning to lighten up as Col. Joe Daigle came over the radio
and asked someone to give him an on-scene update. After a brief
explanation, he asked if we had any fresh leads. He then ordered the
area burned, calling out the heavy weapons flame throwers and an order
to all posts and patrols to"set the area ablaze".
Helicopters from the Para Rescue unit were sweeping the area with
T.N.T. sniper/observers on board. It was an impressive site to see all
of the squadrons...3rdSPS, 3rdLES and all of Resources protection
working with one goal in mind...to catch the bastards....
After a number of sweeps the chance of catching anyone dwindled until
one hope occurred, one of the only other K-9s alerted in the high
grasses near us. Myself, Bullet and the Ranger ran to the area.
Upon arrival the handler said that his dog alerted in a clump of
banana trees about 30 yards away. the Ranger yelled to the trees and a
voice answered in Tagalog. The Ranger said in broken english that this
could be one of the gang. He pointed to his M-16 and moved his hand
across his neck. I didn't need to speak tagalog to understand what he
meant. He handed me a magazine and said if you shoot him use these
bullets. I looked at the tips and recognized the tracer markings. I
had already made my mind up that if I saw or was able to get with-in
effective range, I was going to kill those bastards.
The other handler and I circled the trees and set up. He called in
our status and assistance began to arrive. Some stupid Security
Captain ordered us not to move in on the banana tree area until more
reinforcements arrived. We argued with him, explaining too many more
people will only screw things up. He yelled "That's a direct
The Ranger had been talking to this intruder in the trees and said
the scum bag agreed to shoot 2 rounds in the air as a sign of good
faith and was scared we would shoot him even if he was unarmed. I
remember looking at the ranger eye to eye and no words were exchanged
but we both knew one of us was going to kill someone shortly.
The Captain said no way he would allow the intruder to shoot 2 rounds
in the air. But the Ranger and the other handler knew that if he shot
2 rounds in the air and its from Bob's .38, then there is at most 1
round left and we would rush the tree grove and shoot whoever was in
site. The most he could do was return fire with one round, We liked
But as fate would have it we were over-ruled by the Security Captain
and as the helicopter and the Security, L.E. and Resources troops
massed at our position, our hopes of killing the bastard went out the
There were 30 to 40 troops in a circle with everything from handguns
to M-60's. If a shot was fired it would trigger a serious cross-fire.
The other handler gave me his leash and said hold my dog while I sneak
a peek in the banana trees. He had a little more time in the P.I. than
me so I listened to him.
As he crawled away I thought I hope he gets a piece of the intruder.
During this time the area was full day/ high noon and hot. The jungle
all around us was in flames as per Col Daigle's orders. The air
traffic was diverted else-where due to the heavy smoke floating across
the runway. It burned like that for the next 3 days and nights.
The handler reappeared and said he couldn't see anything but could
hear water running. We were close to the washout and escape was all
the more possible now. All the time wasted waiting was more time for
whoever was in the banana trees to get away.
We decided to charge the area and take our punishment from the
Captain later. We maneuvered on the trees, leap frogging each others
position. We covered the 30 yards in no-time and rushed the heavy
growth. The handler on one side, me covering him a couple yards back.
He stood up and said "No-ones here, he's gone".
I never felt so Angry when I saw that the trees were next to a stream
that led to the wash-out and it ran to Mabalacat Village, off base a
mere 250 yards away.
Major Hetzel arrived and chewed the Security Captain a new asshole on
the spot and in front of all of us. He told the Captain to leave the
The helicopter swept the area so low that the belly of the jolly
green giant touched the grass. Our dogs were showing the first signs
of over-heating and we held up. We received some ice from a horse
patrol unit. The other handler's dog was bad off and he had to take
him back to the kennels. I was also told a number of times to go to
the kennels, but I refused. If there was the least shred of a chance I
could catch the bastards I wasn't about to leave.
Myself and the Philippine Ranger swept the washout to the fence line
of Mabalacat and met up with the other Rangers at the gate. They were
going off base to "gather information", and asked if I would
go. I told the L.E. gate guard, "If anyone asks you didn't see me"
and off I went with Bullet into Mabalacat with the Rangers and a
couple of P.C. investigators.
Off base we ran into OSI, SPI and Snake team units all doing the same
thing, kicking in doors and running down any leads possible. The area
was saturated with our people. Pepe Garcia's gang had deep roots
within this community and they all went into hiding, with the help of
his network of compari's.
It was getting dark when we returned to the gate and one of the
Rangers said that the gang was heard to be trying to gather money to
leave the area. He believed that some of his fellow thieves would try
to steal on base and give the proceeds to Garcia for traveling money.
How true it was I didn't care. I was going to set up in the wash-out
area down from the gate and job anyone coming in.
I traded batteries with the gate guard DOD and he gave me his slap
flare. All night I waited but to no avail. No one came through that
night. They would have been crazy to anyway. There were more Security
Police on duty for the next few days that were all looking for
pay-back. Any one caught by K-9 units would have been dead-meat.
After 2 days I reluctantly returned to the kennels. I put Bullet into
his kennel for his much needed rest and told Andy, the kennel
attendant to feed him in the morning. As I walked to the armory I was
confronted by the Resources Shift Commander who stated because I left
my post and no-one officially knew where I went to, I was going to get
I just stared, then walked away. I saw a number of handlers at the
canteen drinking beer so I joined them. It was then that I had the
time to reflect on what occurred. One of our comrades had fallen in
the line of duty, doing his job as well as anyone else. He paid the
ultimate sacrifice as a Military Working Dog Handler.
His assigned canine Casey Jones survived the ordeal but never seemed
to be the same again as was with the handlers assigned to our unit at
that time. We all were scarred for life. Many handlers were openly
FOOT NOTE: I later
learned that there was a K-9 handler assigned to Northend that night
who failed to respond. He said he did know what was going on. The
low-life later cross-trained out of K-9. It seems he had trouble
getting in and out of posting trucks, he kept falling.
One by one the Garcia gang was caught and killed. Bob's .38 was used
in a couple of robberies in southern Luzon and eventually Garcia
himself was caught. The trial was a typical of Philippine justice.
Greg Davis was brought in and sat throughout the trial.
Pepe Garcia pled to trespassing on a Military installation and his
lawyers attempted to sue the U.S. Government because their client was
lost on base after he was turned around and lost his bearings while
fishing with some friends.
A rumor floated around that some old dog handlers took up a
collection and paid a few Philippine Constabularies the sum of $500.00
to knock off Garcia. As a matter of fact Garcia died in a gun battle
with the PC....so I heard.....
Bob Gray was a good
person and a K-9 comrade that will always be remembered by me, driving
his M-151 with Casey Jones in the back always checking with the K-9
posts, making sure they were okay during their shifts, responding to
back you up in a moments
Written by Dale
Warke as remembered on 6th of January 1978 Clark AB, RPI
this story I'm going to leave out a lot of names. Many of us wish to
remain silent, but I'm telling the tale. We K-9 handlers had an
unwritten code, DON'T SQUEAL ON YOUR FELLOW HANDLERS, and another one,
ALWAYS BACK UP EACH OTHER...NO MATTER WHAT...both a thing of the past
from what I have seen of today's K-9 handlers in the military.
There are exceptions. I've known some young K-9 handlers that have kept
the faith, but they far and few between.
This incident all started over a butterbar Lieutenant that was eager to
make a name for himself at the expense of anyone. He would actually
attempt to spy on K-9 handlers while they were on post. He had luck in
catching a number of Resources Protection troops and some DOD guards "goofing
off" on post, but as of yet could never catch a K-9 handler, not
for the lack of trying.
The 2nd LT would try anything to snag a K-9 handler, such as delivering
the box lunches, expecting the handlers to be off post. Delivering
coffee, again hoping to find handlers together and not humping. Even
turning his jeep engine off along with his lights and coasting through
your post, using a Starlight scope to scan the area looking for K-9
handlers. He (the Lt) was frustrated and came up with small punishments
to us, like; no more boonie hats worn, no more tiger stripe jungle
fatigues, handlers must report their posts to him or be written up, no
more random posts for the K-9, he must approve the locations.
Okay now some of you reading this might say...."He was just doing
his job"....or "if the handlers weren't screwing off then they
had nothing to worry about". Well I say foo-wee to you all and may
the great K-9 god above piss on your fruit loops in the morning.
Those things just weren't done in 1976-1980 at Clark AB, RP...that's
just the facts.
Anyway a couple of handlers decided to get back at him with one of his
own "rules"...which was no M151 (jeep) could be parked without
first having the steering wheel chained. Well, to cut to the chase and
make a long story short, one evening the 2nd Lt was eating mid-night
chow and with a trusty pair of bolt cutters his "correctly parked
combat vehicle" just disapeared!!!!! Now these unnamed K-9 troops
had every intention of returning the jeep..they just wanted to have a
little fun first.
So they went four wheeling around the perimeter, then it ran out of gas
in the 100-200 row area, which was a group of hills near the Negrito
fenceline and gate. It happened to be a short walk (2-3miles) to the
kennels. These handlers were going to get some gas and return to the
Lt's jeep and drive it to the WAF barracks (female only) and leave it
there. The 2nd Lt would have a lot of explaining to do, it would be a
great joke...only that didn't occur.
What happened was in the time it took the handlers to get gas and
return to the hill, they saw what was left of the jeep. It had been
stripped by intruders and all that remained was the FRAME!!!! NOTHING
ELSE!!!!....no tires ,no engine,no steering wheel, no seats....NO
NOTHING!!!! the handlers , or so I'm told, raced to the kennels and
never said a word.......ever........the end
was 1977 early in the year...Night shift was over, the dogs were bedded
down for the day in the kennels and there was a few hours until the
curfew was enforced downtown. See, Marcos decided that during certain
hours, it was the N.P.A.'s time to roam the barrios, so anyone out
during this time was considered to be a terrorist and would be arrested
if they were lucky, shot if they were not by the P.C.'s. (Philippine
So we, being head-strong K-9 handlers just had to push the envelope and
attempt to party through the night, wait for curfew and escape &
evade to the P.D. lane(pedestrain gate) of the base. The only bad point
of this plan was if you were outside the main gate of Clark there was a
couple hundred yards of open space to cross to safety. There-in lies the
challenge, not to mention that we'd be shit faced drunk by then.
On one of these nights after ending up in the Red Fox bar, mamma-san
began to lock up the place for the night with us inside sprawled about
the pool tables and floor. Then came the moment, the telltale sounds of
the M151 jeeps of P.C.'s driving up and down the streets kicking off the
curfew hours. All of the mighty B flt K-9 handlers dragged their dead
carcass's off the furniture and floor and made our way to the upstairs,
much to mamma-sans ranting of protests, "You crazy GI's, no go
outside get caught by PC and mamma-san no more have Red Fox. You stay
here with girl-friends".
We eased our way onto the roof of the building and began our way to the
Now the roofs of most of these buildings were corrugated tin along with
some plywood so they were not strong enough for drunken GI's to walk on,
let alone run on. As the last of our comrades scooted out of the upper
window onto the roof we were off, like Batman and Robin, plus a few
others ,scampering from roof to roof, falling and stumbling our way to
the final building where we shimmied down the drain spouts like the
three stooges landing atop one another, laughing and giggling like a
pack of hyenas.
We stopped to catch our breath and then to run the open area in a mad
dash. Unbeknownst to us ,two of the PC patrols were parked off to our
left a mere 100 yards away, enjoying a break in what must have been a
otherwise dull night, which was about to change.
We counted to three and ran like hell, laughing and yelling insults to
each other as we closed the gap of open land to the gate. Then it
happened! As chicken little said "The sky is falling" Gunfire
erupted and bullets zipped past us, as the Tagalog shouts grew louder.
Now there is something about gunfire over your head which can sober up
the drunkest person, not to mention cause a distinct puckering factor
which makes EVERYONE run faster.
We hit the concrete next to the town patrol's office and skirted the
metal railing fashioned in a weave pattern meant to slow down a running
terrorist/mad bomber..."RIGHT"....on base at last as the PC's
jeeps skidded to a stop at the main gate and in front of town patrols
parking lot at the same time. The PC's unassed the M151's like ants on
sugar, attempting to pull us off-base where we would be at their mercey.
The LE gate guards muscled the PC's back and in a frenzy of screaming
and shouting, with the help of all the on duty town patrol SP's , forced
back the Filipino forces as good any sailing captain repelling boarding
pirates. After the minor international incident subsided the on duty NCO
of town patrol discovered we were SP's and gave us a severe ass chewing,
ending it with "Now you guys are going to tell me who you work for
so I can brief your respective flight-chiefs". After a brief moment
of silence, we stated in unison "We're LE day shift Sarge" and
all loaded into a waiting taxi giggling "Padi-ko take us to the mod
night..................Dale R. Warke BfltK-9
I continue to write anymore stories, I think i'll turn them into a
book...heres another of many of our exploits while at Clark, AB toward
the end of my assignment with the 3rd SPS
The base went "dual
command", which meant that not only would we have our own brass to
run the installation, but now the Philippine Air Force would move in and
join our units...This looked good on paper and "good for all brass"
but as many of us found out latter it became what is commonly known as "a
cluster-fuck" for the lack of any better term of description
The P.A.A.F moved in faster than a GI could get to the stall with a bad
case of the "shits"..They began erecting towers all along the
perimeter and beefing up the wall, which until this time was only along
the area called mac-10...officers housing.
Now it was extending along the whole housing area as well as many other
ares of the base. They moved in their planes and their equipment, and
The base was giving them access to all of the facilities too. This led
to one of many "incidents" which went to fostering the "good
relations" that were supposed to occur between the US and
...Now there were some good guys in their security forces, but not that
many...One night after they started the fence-line security, many of the
dog handlers that had random posts/patrols(means walk or ride anywhere)
were coming in contact with these guys in the bush.
One of these contacts stand out in my memory, because it could have
caused a international incident if sights were better.
At guardmount one night we were told that the Philippine Air Force now
was going to control the perimiter...and the DOD guards we were
accustomed to seeing were reposted else-where...So we were warned "to
be careful walking up to the towers along the fence line."
A few of the random posts/patrols were walking the washouts and I was
going to patrol in a jeep and be their back-up.
As I checked out my assigned M151 and put my dog at the time Winston,
in the back with my gear...being a Shot-gun, GAU, and an M-79...I was
also carrying my 38.cal revolver...Some of you K-9 handlers reading
this, I know are saying"Damn thats a lot of weapons to have when
you only can use one at a time."Well, so I like guns, is that a
problem? I also believe and follow one rule as a dog handler.....you can
NEVER have TOO many weapons.
Maybe I'm the cop they got the character for police
Anyway during the shift one of the other handlers spotted intruders
near Dau gate in the washout and was attempting to "dog them".
I proceeded to the area when I heard 3 shots fired. As I drew closer the
adrenaline and pucker factor kicking in, I turned the radio up, to
better hear what was going on.
The handler was chasing padi-ko towards the gate and the 3 shots rang
out a second time. Then no contact with the handler.
I was traveling the fence line road and coming up on one of the new
towers manned by the Philippine Air Force security forces. I slowed down
and could see the guy standing in the tower with his M-16 pointed
towards the wash-out below him. I jumped out with Winston and the M-79
slung over my shoulder, flare rounds in my cargo pockets. I grabbed the
shotgun and moved to the area.
Right about the time I figured I was in the perfect spot, the tower guy
let loose 3 more rounds. Then a short bust of fire came from the
wash-out. I began thinking we have intruders with automatic rifles in
the wash-out? It didn't seem possible, so I called in for more
assistance from shotgun(our radio desk sgt)and moved/crawled to a small
hump in the brush ahead to get an overlapping field of fire with the
towerguard, who was now hunked down.
It was then when things became clear what was going on...The handler
yelled to the tower guard challenging him and fired a small burst up
toward him. I fired an illumination round from the M-79 towards the
tower and manuvered towards the base of the tower. I jacked a round into
the shotgun and let Winston run.
The handler then came out of the wash-out, the same area the towerguard
was firing at...The responding units arrived and the supervisors from
each unit began shouting at each other under the tower.
It seemed noone advised us that the policy at the time, of the
Philippine Air Force was to fire 3 "warning shots"at any
unidentified target and if no-one responded, it was considered that the
target was "enemy" and they could fire at will.
The target in question was the dog handler in the washout chasing
padi-ko...which is why there was return fire. The towerguard was doing
as he had been trained...The handler was lucky the guard was
inexperienced and had a new M-16 that hadn't been sited in yet.
During the shouting sides were drawn and we had a mini stand-off
between us and them. We were outnumbered, but thanks to me, NOT
out-gunned!!! Standard issue for US Security Police was a .38 cal
revolver for Law Enforcement. Standard issue for Philippine Security
Forces was M-16 for enlisted, .45 cal for officers/non comms. So they
had; 1 M-16 and 3 .45's(each with only one magazine. We K-9, on the
other hand, had; 1 12-guage, 4 .38's, 2 GAU's and a security ellement in
a M-706 with an M-60, 3 M-16's and a auto Mark grenade-launcher, not to
mention "2 madder than hell", MWD's that tasted "oriental
meat" many-a-times and really enjoyed eating-out...
After what seemed like hours sizing up each-other, our shift commander
arrived with their shift commander riding together. They must have
realized that the kettle was about to blow, us standing in front of the
rubber duck, locked-&-loaded, weapons leveled at the "friendly
They talked in whispers", gently calming us down and "asking
us" not to kill the Philippine Air Force because it just wouldn't
We stood down after the Philippine shift commander apologized for (his)
stupid men. Our shift commander was visibly relieved, stated" we
can all agree to forget this incident"and offered to buy us all a
round at the Cantine/Resources' bar.
Myself and the other handler loaded up in our M-151 and departed along
with the security element and our k-9 flight chief.
After work we met at the canteen and were drunk by the time our shift
commander arrived, who quickly left after the guys were "letting
off steam" directed at anyone that socializes with those
sorry-assed Philippine Air-Force pukes....
remember one hot day at the kennels, training just finished, the dogs
put up for a break before posting for the night. A few of the handlers
were kicking back under the over-hang, sitting on the benches as we did
so many days of our tour in the PI. This day was going to be a bit
I lazily looked up across the road towards the K-9 cemetery. I could
see a Jolly Green Giant, high above hovering....(helicopter) used and
operated by Para-Rescue. Then the tiny dots appeared falling from the
chopper. Parachutes opened and the dots took the form of people, this
happened many times before, jumping to the huge field across the street
from our kennels for practice or fun....
The closer they came to the ground, the more I could make out what they
were yelling and who they were...They were U.S.Marines.....Three of the
group were begining to seperate from the others...Either they were
newbies or the wind shifted during the fall, but they were heading
towards our facility. Until the last 1,000 feet nothing looked out of
What jarred me from my lazy dozing, was the abnormal shreiking and
screaming coming from the tuffer-than nails/Marines....You could hear
the terror in the yells as they....and us....realized where they were
headed.....towards the bird-cages of the outdoor Military Working
Dogs.....Even the dogs began to show interest in this "NEW DECOY"
dangling from above.....
Well now there might be some of you thinking...this is tragic...well
maybe to the "normal world"...to the handlers present that
day....IT WAS A RIOT!!!!! some handlers even began to make bets on who
would get eaten first and by which dog.....
The first Marine landed....he hit a coconut tree out front....Handlers
booed him......The second landed......Hit the kennel attendants
But the last Marine, gently floated over the over-hang, and into the
tall trees inside the fenced in bird-cages, his chute tangled in the
trees and he dangled over one of the cages, just in reach of one of our
k-9's....The dogs growled, then the distinct sound of a dog getting a
bite......The screaming, agonizing pleas for mercy.....
Then the "handler-DO-GOODers" scampered to help.....
Later the ambulance arrived and took custody of the entertaining
Marine, the "DOG_MEAT" on a rope ......I understand the other
fellow Marines jumped again that very day.....The dogs seemed to pay
them more attention for the next few weeks as did we......