This is fiction.
You couldn’t hope for
better weather for a visit by VIPs. Overhead, a clear sky flecked with light
clouds made the wet weather programme redundant as it was evident not a drop of
rain would touch the ground - at least for the duration of the visit. A light
breeze combined with a cooperative sun that seemed less of a scorcher than
usual gave the hosts picture perfect conditions as everyone in the air defence squadron
waited anxiously for the Chief of Air Force (CAF) and the Mexican Air Force General to
arrive.
The only glitch - if you
could call it that - was the inability of the Generals’ entourage to drive all
the way to the top of the Hill 286.
“It’s okay. We walk,”
said the Mexican General sportingly, gesturing uphill as the glitch sent accompanying
junior staff officers into a tizzy. As the entourage fell in line for the hike,
the procession of military men and women was a caricature of the levels of
command in the air force, with ranks thinning out in seniority the further one
was from the head of the procession. Apart from junior staff officers (defined
as Majors and below for this secret visit) who flitted about energetically up
and down the line with comms sets abuzz, barely able to keep still, darting
about like hyperactive pond skaters as they fretted over the itinerary,
everyone else seemed to enjoy the impromptu hike.
The Mexican nodded
appreciatively as a tour guide shared the history of the missile site, which
was first crowned by Bloodhound surface-to-air missiles (SAMs), then Improved
Hawks and now, a Spyder SAM fire unit.
Every step up that
skinny road that snaked its way up Hill 286 rewarded the VIPs and their
retinue of hangers on with an elevated view of the urban sprawl that stretched
out like a concrete blight, grey and drab with toy-like buildings jostling for space with the greenery from
beyond the fence line of the forested sanctuary which hid the air force SAM site.
Hoisted from the humdrum of street level activity and with the entourage
maintaining a respectful silence in the presence of the two air force Generals,
the tour guide’s narrative and banter between the VIPs seemed unusually amplified.
The missile site was an
architectural oddity unlike any other hillocks in the Pasir Laba area. Parts of
the hillside had been scalloped out to hold a concrete pad which was recessed partly
into the hill and backed by reinforced concrete retaining walls to form a sort
of half bowl. With your back to the hill, one had an unobstructed view all the
way to the horizon and up to the heavens. Hill 286 was crowned by a ring of these
strange pads, such that the field of view from these half bowls looked out at every compass bearing. These bowls gave an all-round view but were dug far enough from one another that a lucky strike wouldn’t take
out all of them at the same time.
As the narrator
explained that these structures were launch pads for now extinct Bloodhounds,
the entourage filed past the concrete voids like tourists visiting particularly interesting
ancient ruins, relying on their imagination to visualise what the place may have
looked like when studded with Bloodhound SAMs.
Part tourist, part
nature buff (there were more trees in the vicinity than his entire
neighbourhood combined) but a military professional through and through, the
Mexican General’s trained eye noted that the British defence planners did a
damn good job picking the site for air defence systems.
As the narrator droned
on, the General mentally worked out firing arcs (not needed for vertical
launched missiles), made a note of the number of concrete pads built at the
site and gazed across the thin sliver of water shimmering in the distance that
was the Strait to imagine how the site would look like from the other side of
the border.
The briefing on the SAM system
itself was more a formality.
Formality or not, the
host squadron could not simply go through the motions. Some fighter pilots you
could smoke. But not today’s audience. Not when you have a CAF who grew up with
air surveillance radars and air defence missiles as his tools of the trade and
knew the specifications of these war machines more intimately than the
birthdays of his own principal staff officers. Not when the visiting CAF was a
seasoned pro who likewise knew these systems inside out. One statistic mouthed
wrongly or (horrors) forgotten in mid speech, a tactical situation ineptly
described could prove a career ending move.
The static display guide
stepped up and did his show, well aware CAF and almost his entire air staff was
within earshot, listening intently to the facts and figures that dropped from his lips
as the static display was explained.
As the Mexican knew the
war machine’s specifications by heart, he used the session as an opportunity to
observe how familiar his hosts were with the said system and popped the
obligatory question or two so that conversation didn’t freeze in awkward
silence.
The General was a seasoned pro, a consummate soldier-diplomat whose
every gesture, carefully calibrated speech and smooth, urbane mannerisms were
polished by charm school, seasoned by years of his own observations from the
time he was a junior lieutenant serving battle hardened chiefs in his
air force who served as role models on how a General should walk the talk.
Above all, the General also packed a natural talent that saw him emerge leader
of the pack in one of the world’s most respected air forces and one of the most competitive command trees in the military realm.
Constantly self-aware he
was on show during such visits, mindful to make polite chit chat with the
servicemen and servicewomen who hosted him by making (genuine) enquiries about
their National Service vocation and role in the squadron, intuitively watchful
for the camera so that his demeanour and body language (smile and make eye
contact, no hands in pockets) would be just right when the camera was lifted to
capture the moment (arms usually pointing at something or arrayed in a
thoughtful pose), the General looked and played the part to perfection.
His audience was
awestruck.
Further briefings were
in store as the General was whisked through the fantastically named Super Gate
to see yet more air force war machines. This country, the distinguished visitor
noted, had introduced the same frontline assets as his air force
faithfully and (it would appear) unquestioningly - as if the order of battle
was the model answer for how a small state’s air power capability should look
like.
Since the earliest days
of the Singapore Armed Forces (SAF), the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) have made
a noteworthy and positive influence on the Republic’s defence ecosystem. Phrased
simply, there are more than a handful in the SAF who venerate the IDF.
To say the SAF holds the
IDF in high regard would be an understatement. Elements of the SAF seem almost
awestruck by the Israeli war machine.
The Israel Air Force
appears beyond reproach in doctrine, warfighting ability and order of
battle composition, all of which have contributed to a combat record few air
arms can hold a candle to.
IDF Armour appears to be
a powerful and formidable pace-setter, the model answer for all your
battlefield problems, the gold standard by which the SAF Armour Family aspires
to benchmark itself against, the go-to guys who can help formulate the armour
force of the future.
Positive impressions
formed during the 1967 Six Day War, when IDF instructors were attached to the fledgling
SAF, spawned the stuff of legend years later after Israel’s citizen soldiers,
their backs literally to the sea, beat back and defeated the combined might of
the Arab armies during the 1973 Yom Kippur War. The IDF’s battlefield successes
evidently left lasting impressions on the SAF’s earliest batches, so much so that when
these junior officers rose to positions of command later in life, the IDF’s
stock rose in tandem. It appears that the knowledge and experience of Israeli
warfighters is worth paying for and there is a growing IDF alumni who have benefitted from the IDF's vaunted reputation.
The IDF’s star has shone
brightly ever since. Its image has been fortified, polished by successive
wars that have introduced and enthralled successive generations of Singapore’s
citizen soldiers to the IDF standing as battle victors.
Be that as it may, there
is another armed force in Israel’s backyard that has successfully challenged
the might of the IDF - and lived to tell the tale. These are the military forces
of Hizbollah, the Party of God in Lebanon.
Israel has an unbeatable
air force? Hizbollah has none.
Powerful IDF armour that
are kings of the battlefield? Hizbollah had apparently not bothered matching
the IDF’s armoured firepower, track for track, barrel for barrel.
Instead, Hizbollah’s
strategists appear to have decided to meet Israel asymmetrically using powerfully-armed
infantry fighting with a home ground advantage, trained to swarm around critical contacts of interest at the right place and time before moving like ants to successive lines of
fortified defences.
In the two years or so needed to
make a new Israel Air Force pilot combat-ready, Hizbollah needs a mere
15 minutes or less to train a novice to launch a MANPADS.
IDF Armour, which
commands heavy investments in simulators and training time to induct fresh
Israeli full-time national service men and women in armoured warfare, is
countered by Hizbollah anti-tank units who need a fraction of the time and
resources to learn how to kill AFVs.
You may view their use
of homemade rocket artillery as indiscriminate and amateurish, but the swarms
of rockets fired at Israeli populated areas have forced the Jewish state to
invest inordinate amounts of resources to deal with this menace.
As Israel’s economy is
no powerhouse, the manner in which Hizbollah has built its arsenal has touched
many pain points in its arch enemy. As Israel reacts to the Hizbollah
threat, Hizbollah strategists must be keenly aware that it has secured the
Initiative in the military balance in a way that no conventional Arab armed
forces has ever achieved.
Make no mistake: the IDF
is still a lethal weapon and a formidable deterrent.
But that decades old deterrent
that Arab armies failed to crack has apparently inspired a new generation of
strategists and tacticians in Hizbollah’s ranks who have rewritten the playbook
for meeting the IDF in battle.
They too deserve our
attention and respect.
This is also fiction
The tiny cups of aromatic coffee made the home visit worthwhile. And the delicious spread of home cooked dishes coming out of the impossibly small Lebanese kitchen beat the best of the Nasi Arab restaurants along Bukit Bintang hands down.
The discussion between the menfolk had a wonderfully conducive setting and soon, the carpeted sitting room gurgled with conversation that flowed freely and sincerely among new found friends.
"How is Zaina?," asked the GGK Major.
"Zaina, she is recovering well. Alhumdullihah," said her father, a one-time teacher who in recent years had found a new trade, not by choice but by circumstance.
Malaysian officers from MALCON were there to pay a farewell visit to the family to see how the little girl the MALCON medics saved from a road traffic accident was faring. The girl's positive outlook cheered their hearts as the MALCON officers were fathers themselves. It was a perfect way to wind up their tour of duty in Lebanon.
The small talk flowed from one topic to another with no set agenda, as conversations usually do at such social gatherings. As the guests were military men, the spotlight inevitably feel upon their tour of duty in Lebanon and their impressions of the country.
"May I ask...," the GGK Major ventured in between another cup of coffee, "May I ask how your family coped during the war?"
The former teacher knew his trade well. He was was used to summarising key points for a lecture and delivering his thoughts in a logical sequence while keeping his audience engaged. His story riveted the MALCON officers. They were more than engaged. His story enthralled them all.
In two minutes, they learned that he stepped forward to volunteer with Hizbollah as a militiaman, making him a citizen soldier in the fullest sense of the word . Within 10 minutes, they found out he was no rank-and-file man. His exposure to math and physics and innate leadership skills placed him in command of a Hizbollah ATGM unit.
A quarter of an hour after he began recounting his war service, table utensils placed strategically in the make believe battlefield supported by animated hand gestures recreated the Hizbollah versus Israel Defense Forces battles that were fought out in the dusty streets of Lebanese border towns as tank gunfire was answered by ATGM attacks. This was literally a table top battle, an impromptu lecture in anti-tank tactics in urban operations and the arcane subject of points of vulnerability of Israeli armour delivered to an appreciative audience.
The MALCON officers did not need to know how to knock out the vaunted Merkavas. Their Metis M ATGMs would take care of that - as proven by the Hizbollah. They were keenly interested in how Hizbollah managed to fight and survive under a sky seemingly infested with enemy UAVs.
And so, the grateful father, teacher-turned-combatant and now combatant-turned-teacher again obliged the Malaysians. He explained that the idea that UAVs have an all-seeing eye just because they buzzed the sky out of reach of small arms fire had been debunked time and again during the fight towards the Litani River.
The value of battlefield decoys was sketched out, the importance of having a deception plan as integral to one's mission planning was underlined as the experienced MALCON officers soaked in the lessons from the war veteran. The father's wartime experience fighting the IDF was one of many picked up by MALCON during their time in Lebanon. Some stories they gathered up by chance (as in this instance). Others were actively sought out and gathered by seasoned information gatherers and diligently relayed to Kuala Lumpur to help shape and validate MAF CONOPS.
The MAF's tour of duty in Lebanon was truly worthwhile.