Honoring Our Legacy

Rockstars of the Regiment topped the marquee — packed the house — and turned Generals into gushing fanboys.

“I feel like a kid in a candy shop,” LG Jon Braga, USASOC CG, said of the Special Forces Originals headlining SFACON 2022, in Colorado Springs, CO.

“Honored and humbled to be here… a remarkable legacy of 7-decades of unparalleled service,” former CG USASOC, LG (ret) Ken Tovo, praised.

“It says a lot about the importance of this event that you’ve got the folks here you do: General Pat Roberson (MG Pat Roberson, DCG, USASOC), General Ken Tovo, General Braga, CWO Bob Davis, Command Warrant Officer, USASOC…” BG Gil Ferguson, DCG 1ST SF Command, raved. “Standing room only.”

“I know I am just the warm-up act, and this is the real show, right here,” LG Braga effused, by way of introducing the Originals Panel. “This is what inspired me to go into special operations… I never thought I’d get this opportunity to actually interact and listen to some of the actual Originals. Never even dreamt that, when I was a young adolescent reading all these war books, and stuff like that,” he added.

The generals’ idols — COL (ret) Vahan Sipantzi, MAJ (ret) Clyde Sincere, 1SG (ret) Henry Bertrand and former SSG Richard Simonian — did NOT disappoint. The four men in their 80’s and 90’s — kept the audience glued to their every word.

“Eventually, I found out it was a new organization. All he’d (the recruiter) said was, ‘It’s the 10th Group.’ There was no indication of anything else,” SF Original Henry Bertrand began. He’d been bused to the 82nd ABN Replacement Company at Ft. Bragg after completing jump school at Ft. Benning.

“I’m sitting around with my duffel bag, and we’re waiting and waiting. I go outside, and there’s this guy walking up and down the street, in front of the building. He said, ‘Hey, are you Bertrand?’ And I said, ‘Yes, I am.’ He says, ‘Well, get in the vehicle, and we’ll take you over to Smoke Bomb Hill’,” Henry Bertrand explained. “Well, the vehicle was a sedan. And I’m thinking, I’m a PFC — and they sent a sedan to pick me up… Man, this is my kind of organization!”

SF Original Richard Simonian agreed.

“The Korean War was already going at that time. I didn’t want to (get drafted to) go to Korea, so I volunteered to join the Army, and volunteered for Airborne and went to Ft. Ord. Two sergeants gave us a presentation about joining a unit that they could not tell me anything about. There was no names, no numbers. All they said was, ‘We can guarantee you will be a Sergeant,’ so I raised my hand,” Richard chuckled, “Promised something good!”

If the generals in the audience expected this to be the de rigueur, academic retelling of hallowed SF history — they were in for a slightly raucous surprise… which I got a sense of while chatting with the Originals prior to the panel…

“I don’t know who that guy is — with the hair,” Original Vahan Sipantzi pointed at the black-and-white photo in the convention poster.

“Well, we all get a little older,” I laughed, thinking he was being coy.

“No — that guy in the photo — it’s not me. Don’t know who that guy is,” Vahan stated.

“Ooops!” I smiled at an organizer’s oversight. (*He and his wife Ms. Zoe, kindly sent me the black and white photo from his scrapbook, you’re seeing here, in the Sentinel.)

“You know, it was an Army Circular basically stating, that a new unit was forming at Ft. Bragg — and the losing unit cannot stop you, if the 10th Group accepts you,” Original Clyde Sincere told me and the men seated next to him, as they quickly — and competitively — compared memories before the panel started. (*Which you can see, in the photo above, of their animated interaction and facial expressions.)

“If they accepted you, we ended up at Smoke Bomb Hill,” one of them immediately chimed in.

“Any idea what all y’all were in for?” I asked them, before sneaking to the back of the full house.

“No, not at the time,” Clyde Sincere replied. This sentiment — echoed throughout the official session.

At Smoke Bomb Hill, they told the audience, they could choose their MOS…

“They brought us into this classroom and asked us, basically, what we’d like to be in Special Forces. A 1LT was asking the questions,” Original Henry Bertrand explained. “He said, ‘Would you like to be an engineer?’ And I said, ‘Where’s that?’ He said, ‘That’s at ‘Ft. Belvoir.’ Or, ‘Would you like to be a weapons man?’ And so on. ‘Would you like to be a medic?’ I said, ‘Where is that located?’ And he said, ‘San Antonio, Texas.’ I said, ‘I’ve never been to Texas before – I think I’ll become a medic’.”

“There was one orderly room, one barracks, and then, from then on, the detachment started forming,” Original Clyde Sincere said.

(“In the beginning, it was a classroom environment,” Clyde shared with me earlier, “We listened to lectures on Unconventional Warfare from folks that had served in the OSS – Captains Jack Hemingway and Herbie Brucker. Jack, by the way, was the son of Ernest Hemingway. We used to query him a lot on his father.”

“We used to ask him a lot about his Dad. Jack Hemingway and a few other guys were getting all the equipment that we needed — limpet mines from the Brits, Fairburn knives, and a variety of other things,” Vahan added.)

Training and language lessons began…

“The first thing we learned in German class was, ‘Ich liebe dich!’ (I love you),” Original Richard Simonian said.

“They also taught (us) how to procure prostitutes – because they expected (we’d) possibly need that,” Original and Chaplain, Vahan Sipantzi shared. “So yeah, well being a young Christian lad that, you know, was reading his Bible and kneeling at his bunk to say his prayers — I remember that. Not to mention the fact that I was engaged at the time.”

That wasn’t the only — unusual — skill they acquired…

“We learned to pick locks… some guys got in trouble with that, in town. We also learned to do forgeries. I forged my own discharge papers,” Sipantzi, the Man of God, confessed.

They didn’t always know what each other was doing, nor where…

“My Team Sergeant disappeared for 10 days. And I’m thinking, ‘Where did he go?’ Original Henry Bertrand said. “Well, I never knew, because he wouldn’t talk about it. Until I saw this magazine. And there he is, in a Smoke Jumper outfit in Missoula, MT! They sent a bunch of senior NCOs to go through that course. And, that’s how I found out about that.”

From the sky — to the sea…

“They took us to Little Creek, VA, and they put us on submarine called the USS Sealion for amphibious training. So, they would take us out in the submarine and they would blow that submarine noise, and we’d all get out of the submarine and jump into 12-man rafts and try to row ashore,” Original Richard Simonian explained — admitting they all kept falling into the water. “So, it took us 3-weeks to complete that training. But those guys ate good in that submarine — I’ll tell you that! We traded Jump Wings for their Dolphins,” he laughed.

They did not “eat good” — during mountain training with muleskinners…

“You had one duffel bag that you put in whatever you wanted the muleskinners (aka, mule-drivers, or muleteers) to bring in for you, that you didn’t have to pack in. So, I had 10 pounds of potatoes — because I loved raw potatoes. And we left those with the muleskinners,” Original Vahan Sipantzi began.

They were at Gannett Peak, WY, sleeping on the glacier, laced-up in their mummy bags…

“One of the guys woke up — he felt some sort of hot, unusual breath. It was a big bull moose looking down on him. I’m not sure if he used the sleeping bag again after that,” Vahan laughed.

As if the soiled fart-sack wasn’t tragedy enough — their prized potatoes were gone…

“The muleskinners never brought our bags up. And when we got back to where our bags were, we found they had slipped them open and taken out our stuff. The officers literally had to hold us back. Because whatever personal weapons that we carried — because we all carried one in those days, they trusted us with that — but, we had them out and we were ready for retribution,” Chaplain Sipantzi laughed.

Their fight mentality — honed during 4-hours a day of hand-to-hand combat skills…

(Vahan told me earlier just how intense that training was, after I shared with him about MOH COL Roger Donlon and COL Aaron Bank’s knife.

“He was showing me the Aaron Bank’s technique, or method of stealthily employing a knife between the rib cage to effect maximum damage. Is that a polite way of saying it?” I asked the Original (see “MOH Col. Roger Donlon’s Knife Lesson With Alex Quade” on YouTube).

“Oh yeah, because I got stabbed that way. One of the guys — we were doing a 2-man kill — and he came over. I grabbed the guy and you know, put my knife into his ribs. And what you did is, you shove that in the kidneys, and then you dropped down on the handle — so in other words, it made an upward cut right through everything. And then we had a look over the top of the guy, and went right to the target, and he stabbed me in my leg. Yeah, so that’s one of the few times that I got stabbed,” Vahan Sipantzi said.)

“Wherever we went, they (instructors, former OSS) brought out a sign chalkboard. It said, ‘When in doubt, punt!’”
Translation — kick them in the groin.

“The problem is, my future wife found out about that — and, so, it made it difficult sometimes to sleep at night, when things were not going well,” the Original chuckled.

There were stories about sailing to Bremerhaven, Germany, on the USS Greely…

“Richard was a PFC, so we made him do KP the whole trip,” Original Clyde Sincere said.

(Years ago, when I’d interviewed Richard Simonian and the other Originals, I learned he “got them back for making him do KP duty onboard the ship — by running poker games and taking their money.”

“The poker was in Bad Tolz in the basement, Richard told me. “I ran a dice game where I cut Acey-deucey — cutting 5% on poker and making a lot of money. The wife of one of the guys losing his shirt — called the CO — who told me to stop, because he didn’t want to deal with wives calling him.”

Turns out, Richard — the future businessman — was also running pool tables on the 3rd floor of Tolz.)

There were stories about the train ride to “the Kaserne” (Hitler’s former SS Officer’s Academy)…

“It took 3-days to get there,” Original Richard Simonian said.

(In earlier interviews, I’d heard amusing stories of prostitutes in a train that was next to theirs, at one point in the journey — “They knew we were American soldiers, and called out to us through the windows.”)

There were stories about their time at the Kaserne…

“The local Germans were amused by us. The best times were spent drinking beer in the German Gasthaus. However, German beer took a toll on many of our men who could not, or chose not to remember that German beer alcohol content was much higher than in CONUS,” Clyde Sincere recalled.

(In my previous interviews, stories from the Kaserne ranged from bicycle races in the hallway on the 2nd floor — to classes on SMOE, surreptitious method of entry… from learning to mine dams — to learning to drive or “re-route” locomotives, which were steam engines at the time, requiring teammates to shovel coal.)

And, there were stories about COL Aaron Bank, the Regiment’s legendary founder…

“He was the judge, jury, prosecution and the defense,” Original Henry Bertrand discovered after driving violations in Germany…

“I walked into COL’s office and reported to him. He said something like, ‘You put a bad name on the Group by getting us (the violation).’ I said, ‘I understand that, Sir. And it will not happen again. I guarantee you.’ He says, ‘Well, there’s got to be some type of punishment for what you’ve done.’ And I said, ‘Yes, Sir.’ I was a CPL at the time, and he says, ‘Tomorrow, you’re going to be a PFC — I’m reducing you one rank. I’m going to fine you — abolish half, or two-thirds of your pay for 6-months.’ And I’m thinking Man, I’m not gonna make it. So anyway, I said ‘Yes Sir,’ saluted and left,” Henry Bertrand explained.

“About a week later, COL Bank had a change of heart…

“‘Soldier, you’re the guy that drives. How’s it going these days,’ he said. ‘Very slowly, Sir,’ I said. ‘You know, the punishment that I gave you was a little harsh, I think. I’m going to restore your rank. But I’m still going to have to take your money.’ And I said, ‘Yes, sir. I feel like I’m getting off easy. This will not happen again,’” Henry Bertrand shared.