Last Post Ceremony address for Battle at Fire Support Base Coral
Australians all let us rejoice, for we are young and free.
We are Australians, defined less by our constitution and the machinery of our democracy than we are by our values and our beliefs, the way we relate to one another and see our place in the world.
We are shaped by our heroes and our villains; our triumphs and our failures; the way as a people we have faced adversity and how we will face the inevitable adversities that are coming, responding to new, emerging and threatening horizons.
The events that bring us here today changed lives, and they changed us.
We pause here today in the heart of the land they loved, half a century after the heroism of those who fought at Fire Support Bases Coral and Balmoral.
We do so in honour those who died in our name and the 61,000 Australians, who served, fought, suffered, died and were wounded in the Vietnam War.
The Vietnam War inflicted deep wounds on many of these young Australians. Many returned bearing emotional wounds denied healing by many who shunned them as reminders of war they opposed.
In this, we failed you.
We emerged from the Vietnam War deeply divided, yet now determined to learn from the experiences of those who went in our name and our responses to them.
And we have.
With gratitude and immense pride we say to you that what you did in Vietnam – at Coral and Balmoral, is as valued by us as those who landed at Gallipoli, endured the Kokoda track, held the line at Kapyong or fought under our flag in the dust of Uruzgan.
Fifty years ago today, two Australian infantry battalions, three artillery batteries and support units established Fire Support Base Coral.
As dusk descended on the evening of 12 May 1968, so too did unease.
The Australians stood at enemy infiltration routes.
The threat had been seriously underestimated.
By nightfall, in pouring rain base defences were only partially completed with companies and support units dispersed.
Feeling uneasy, in an act that saved lives, Lt Colonel J.J. ‘Jim’ Shelton who passed only today, ordered his men to dig in.
Most had time to dig individual ‘shell scrapes’ less than a metre deep. The gunners of 102 Battery had dug theirs only 15 cm when ordered to ‘stand to’.
Sporadic enemy contacts marked Australian positons by return fire.
The Divisional NVA commander ordered a battalion and two infiltration groups to attack before the Australians settled.
Close to 2.30 in the morning, all hell broke loose.
Rocket and mortar fire fell onto the base – 102 Field Battery and 1RAR mortar platoon enduring the heaviest fire.
Five minutes of intense fire, a ten minute pause and then the North Vietnamese rushed the Australian position. One soldier shouted to Lt Tony Jensen, “There are about 400 nogs (slang for Viet Cong) 50 yards away”.
Bombardier Andy Forsdike was lying with his M60 machine-gun team of seven men 20 metres out in front of 102 Field Battery:
VC (Viet Cong) got up from all around us….. holding their AK47s up in the air spraying bullets….
….yelling was coming from the Mortar section…….two Australian voices screaming ‘they’ve got us’, but because of the number of VC between us and the mortars we could not help them…
…in the end we fired at the VC on the track and we possibly hit our two mortar men
The enemy assault quickly overran the mortars, moving through the positon at speed.
Artillery gunners began firing over open sights, point blank into the waves of 200 enemy troops.
Lieutenant Tony Jensen of the mortar platoon was facing annihilation from the overwhelming force. Two men sprang from their pits and were killed.
Desperate, he ordered direct fire onto his own positon from the anti-tank platoon’s recoilless rifles.
He screamed to his men, “Stay down….Splintex coming in!” Thousands of Splintex darts swept across the platoon, clearing everything above ground.
Gunner David ‘Thomo’ Thomas of 102 Field Battery later said:
I will never forget carrying Splintex over the number 4 gun – Stevo’s gun…. I tripped and fell down and had a poncho wrapped around my ankles….I looked down and there was Bluey Sawtell.
He was dead; he had been shot in the head and was under the poncho near our gun bay. I covered him up and kept going.
One howitzer of 102 Field Battery was overrun, another damaged and abandoned. Desperate close-quarters fighting with grenades regained the captured gun.
Helicopter gunships and fighter aircraft delivered support while a C-47 “Spooky” illuminated the battlefield with flares, hosing the enemy with fire from multiple mini-guns.
The last enemy was found and killed in the number 6 gun emplacement just after 6 am.
11 Australians had been killed and 28 wounded. Their average age was 22.
Over almost four weeks in further actions at Coral and the nearby Fire Support Base Balmoral, Australians fought some of their largest and most sustained battles of the Vietnam War.
At its end would be 26 Australians dead and 100 wounded.
Together they had repelled a massive attack and accounted for more than 300 enemy killed.
None who survived would ever be the same again.
Robin Carbins was a member of 3RAR. On 23 May - his 23rd birthday, he inserted into Balmoral. The next day he came under heavy attack, Centurion tanks helping defend the position.
Robin completed his tour and returned to Australia ashamed to tell anyone he was a Vietnam veteran.
He had 13 jobs in two years, describing Vietnam as “the dirty war”. He married, divorced and married again.
When a mate asked one day if he would march on Anzac Day, Denise, his wife of ten years said, “Why would he do that?”
Emotionally Robin turned to her, “Because I’m a Vietnam vet”. He had never told her.
Of this he said:
It’s been a long journey with PTSD…I spent 30 years trying to forget about the war….
I still have nightmares and bad days, but I’ve come to terms with it.
A Unit Citation for Gallantry has been finally awarded these men of Coral-Balmoral. Many will wonder what that means.
It means this.
Bob Wilson was 17 years old in 1963 when he joined the army. He had never heard of Vietnam – “had no idea where it was”. He fought in these actions. Of the belated award he said:
It feels like a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This is not about personal recognition, these are battle honours for our unit…we can carry the colours on our flag and all the young blokes can wear the citation.
When we came back, World War Two veterans didn’t want to know us, they turned their backs.
We want to make sure the young ones get proper help and are well cared for. This citation is part of that.
I’m terrified of crowds and I can’t go to the Anzac Day Dawn service, but when I’m with these blokes, it’s like a pair of old slippers. I can relax.
The wife of one veteran said this of her husband’s reaction to the news:
It is not often that he shows his emotions like that….he had another big cry after (speaking to you)… and…it was good that he was able to ‘let it out’….thank you so much for being there for him….. you always have been….
I think you are all….very, very brave to have not only survived being there in Vietnam, but for all these years that have followed.
Australia owes you a great deal
And we do.
It is tempting, human beings that we are, to settle for the broad brushstrokes of our history, headlines, popular imagery and mythology.
Our comfortable lives breed easy indifference to individual sacrifices made in our name, devotion to duty and our country.
Corporal Allan ‘Jack’ Parr of 1RAR’s mortar platoon was there fifty years ago today, calling in the Splintex fire on his own positon at Coral. Only last week he said:
Numerous times I have stood in front of the Vietnam (Roll of Honour) panel and read ‘our’ names.
I come to John O'Brien and dwell some time...... He died in my shallow shell scrape next to me.
Bob Hickey was 5metres away. Jock W was 10 m away as was Errol Bailey and ‘Tiny’ Watson.
I think to myself.... Just what more could I have done to save them? It happened so quickly.
Then there was the 8 wounded, some of whom are still with us.
We still see their faces. We still hear their voices. We know what pain and grief their passing caused, and still causes today.
I console myself by saying... well what I did was enough to prevent another 8 names or 13 more names appearing on the panel.
I feel a little better.
I move on, I don't look back and I give thanks.
I pledge that I will do everything possible, until my dying day, to ensure that their sacrifice and service to our great nation is remembered, and honoured…
To young Australians, these Vietnam Veterans amongst us - like you, were once young.
Yet out of a sense of duty to our country, they gave their innocent youth; 521 of their friends gave their lives, and thousands more their good health – for us.
We will honour them best not by floral tributes but the way we live our lives and shape our nation.
To fail in this will be to diminish ourselves and demean the values that bind us for which you all gave so much that is so precious.
For we are young, and we are free.
Lest we forget.