Conscripts shoot their own officers rather than fight

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Conscripts shoot their own officers rather than fight

From Tom Newton Dunn with 40 Commando near al-Faw, southern Iraq

IRAQI conscripts shot their own officers in the chest yesterday to avoid a fruitless fight over the oil terminals at al-Faw. British soldiers from 40 Commando’s Charlie Company found a bunker full of the dead officers, with spent shells from an AK47 rifle around them.

Stuck between the US Seals and the Royal Marines, whom they did not want to fight, and a regime that would kill them if they refused, it was the conscripts’ only way out.

In total, 40 Commando had collected more than 100 prisoners of war yesterday from the few square miles of the al-Faw peninsula that they controlled. Two of them were a general in the regular Iraqi Army and a brigadier. They came out from the command bunker where they had been hiding after 40 Commando’s Bravo Company fired two anti-tank missiles into it. With them was a large sports holdall stuffed with money. They insisted that they had been about to pay their troops, to the disbelief of their captors.

These were the men who had left their soldiers hungry, poorly armed and almost destitute for weeks, judging by the state we had seen them in, while appearing to keep the money for themselves.

It was only as dawn broke that the 900 Royal Marine commandos, who had moved forward during the night, realised the pitiful shape of the enemy. The first white flag was hoisted by three soldiers in a trench just outside the complex’s north gate, which had been surrounded by heavy machinegunners from Command Company.

They were taken prisoner by Corporal Fergus Gask, 26, who may have accepted the first surrender of the war. “We started engaging their positions with GPMGs (general purpose machineguns) when I noticed this white flag go up,†he said. “I didn’t know whether it was a trick or not, but I approached the trench anyway, probably a pretty silly thing to do if I think about it.

“But as soon as I saw their faces I knew they were genuine. They actually looked very relieved they didn’t have to fight any more. And they became very pleased to see us when they realised we weren’t going to do them any harm.â€

The dawn light appeared to have provoked an exodus.

Small groups of dishevelled Iraqis were standing up all around us with their hands in the air, or with a dirty white T-shirt tied to a stick waving above them. Every time you turned around, a new trickle of silhouettes emerged from the horizon walking slowly towards us. One Marine joked: “Oh no. They’re surrendering at us from all sides.â€

Each prisoner was thoroughly searched before he was accepted into captivity in a procedure that the commandos had clearly practised many times. The injured were quickly treated and a handful received almost immediate helicopter evacuation from the oil terminal to HMS Ocean, where a temporary hospital for PoWs has been set up.

As a new day began, so did the Marines’ gradual expansion outwards into the large expanse of waste ground that is still pockmarked with shell craters from the Iran-Iraq War.To save them having to translate from Arabic maps, 40 Commando named the clear paths they had established or wanted to seize with London street names: Downing Street, Abbey Road or Fulham Road.

Engineers, meanwhile, began the work of shutting down the many oil pipeline valves.

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,5944-619488,00.html
 
Sun man sees surrender

PHOTOGRAPHER Terry Richards, 52, has been with The Sun since 1980 and has previously covered the Afghan war.

This time Terry, of Essendon, Herts, joined 40 Commando Royal Marines on HMS Ocean and followed their attack on Al Faw in Southern Iraq. Here is his amazing report and pictures.

IRAQI troops shot their own commanders with Kalashnikov rifles — so they could surrender.

I overheard a Marine reporting to an officer what the captives had admitted to him. And I don’t blame them for it.

Not when you have just witnessed the awesome sight of 40 Commando Royal Marines capturing a key oil refinery — and seen doomed Iraqi fighters crumble at their gunposts.

Faced with the astonishing firepower and determination of these elite Marines, even hardened soldiers would crack.

As for this poorly-equipped Iraqi force, it takes just two hours for Our Boys to blast a devastating hole through their shattered morale.

Scores of demoralised men with fear in their eyes and white flags waving above their heads capitulate under a barrage of bullets at the Al Faw refinery.

They look a beaten, bloodied and bedraggled bunch. Some have suffered life-threatening wounds in the two-hour firefight with the Marines.

The injured are patched up by the British troops, while all prisoners are searched for concealed weapons.

Those fit enough are ordered to put their hands on their heads. Others are commanded to lie spread-eagled in the dust as they are checked over.

The Iraqis desperately try to give their captors money but, of course, none take it.

They keep repeating: “It’s your money, it’s your money.†The Marines’ superior skill, will and firepower has simply overwhelmed the Iraqis.

I am lucky enough to be the first photographer into enemy territory and it is a genuine privilege to work with this highly-trained elite troop.

I had a place on an assault helicopter as we took the 45-minute midnight flight to swoop on Al Faw from our Camp Viking desert base on the Kuwaiti/Iraq border.

It was delayed due to bad weather and because the landing site was not quite as it first appeared from the satellite photos.

The objective was simple — to secure the oilfield so Iraqis could not blow it up.

There was a tangible sense of fear among the men that the Iraqis would deliberately unleash an ecological disaster.
Our assault helicopters landed inside the giant oil installation in pitch dark.

The Marines hit the ground running, forming a perfect arc and setting off light sticks to guide a path through the blackness.

That allowed me to make a 200-metre dash to a building pinpointed as a safe haven from which to watch the action unfold.

I took pictures of the landing using hi-tech infrared night vision equipment.

When the firefight broke out I was kept at a safe distance — but still felt the hairs on the back of my neck bristle.

The sound of crackling gunfire filled the air for two hours as the enemy faced the full awesome force of belt-fed GP machine guns and SA80 assault rifles.

Even after the refinery had been secured and I could join the Commandos, there was still mortar fire trained on us.

It was taken out shortly afterwards, but there were dangerous skirmishes well after the main firefight was won.

My heart was in my mouth because I knew we were inside enemy territory. I just kept my head down and concentrated on the job in hand — the only way in a combat situation.

I saw how the Commandos handled the prisoners and can report their treatment was exceptionally good.

Before the Al Faw operation I had spent a week with the Marines on HMS Ocean.

We were going to be lifted off the ship by helicopter but there was a change of plan.

Instead, we landed on a stretch of coastline known as Green Beach — and we were completely unopposed.

We were then transported by lorries for half an hour into a secret desert location called Camp Viking.

We were told we were within striking distance of the Iraqi border.

Living conditions were basic. For three days we survived on minimal army rations and lived in tiny foxholes — just holes in the sand.

I was well looked after by Sergeant Major Greg Fenton. He is a great bloke and made sure I coped.

The foxholes had to be at least three feet deep to give protection from mortar fire.

On the second day a fierce sandstorm blew up out of nowhere. It was unbelievable — the sand gets in your mouth, up your nose, everywhere.

On the last day there we received about eight gas and Scud alerts.

I had to wear my protective chemical suit and was ordered to keep my gas mask within a metre’s reach at all times.

At times it felt like the Scud warnings were coming every five minutes. Luckily no missile landed near us.

At the end of the third day we were flown into Al Faw — and an experience that will never leave me.

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2003131597,00.html
 
I'd be curious to know just how well those SA80 rifles held up in that engagment? I know from earlier threads that the Brits didn't have much faith in them.
 
I don't think I would want to be an Iraqi officer.
If they make a stand, their own troops will shoot them in order to surrender.
If they try to bug out, they get shot by Saddam's Baath party watchdogs.
If they surrender, their family could be executed.
 
The protestors are useful idiots. They should find out who they're useful to. :rolleyes:
 
Nothing will make you throw up your lunch or dinner faster then that sign.

At least there is at least one country left in the EU that has a little bit of brass...

Go Royal Marines!
 
I'm pretty sure those guys supported Iraqi troops before, not to mention Iraqi officers and Ba'ath Commissars.
 
I'm thinking its not the iraqi soldiers that shot the officers, but either the more corrupt officers thta were getting away w. the money or the Iraqi equivalent of the SS (Baath party officials?) because even the officers didn't want to fight. Kinda like the last days of WWII w/ the german army making a last stand and the SS shooting anyone who tried to withdraw or had a problem w/ the SS bugging out of Europe w/ all the loot.
 
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