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I was in Bangkok and saw Derek, Mark and Heather - they gave me the tape out of their camera, in fact all your tapes. They had been thrown into a garbage skip and rescued by them - shit, Neil, I didn't know you were dead, mate! What a tape; only you could have filmed your own death. Bill Latch's struggle to survive and Burnsy's shock and distress. You should have won a bloody Pulitzer.
It took me a while to watch it - tough footage, but something you were always good at - moving people by showing them the pointless and inane barbarity of war. I suppose that's why it was so tough to watch - a pointless, tin-pot coup, over by midday and you guys the only casualties. I watched the tank firing on the radio station and then saw the gun turn on you, Bill and Burnsy. What the hell is that about?
Well, mate, a lot's happened since then and I wonder what you'd make of it all today. There's even a show called "Dateline" that works the way you always did. One person doing camera, writing, stand-up, editing, lighting and audio. Only difference now is that it's all digital, edited out of a briefcase, uplinked to a satellite by a thing called a "sat phone," relayed to the network and broadcast before you've finished sending.
Oh, there is one big difference, though - they've started this thing where if it's footage showing conflict, the newsreader says, "Warning: some viewers may find this offensive"!!
Anyway, you've missed a few and man could they have done with you there. Where to start?
Well, "The Wall" came down in Berlin at the end of '89. Known by the media scrum as the "end of communism tour." It was the real "Domino Theory" in action. After Berlin it was Hungary, Romania, etc., etc. You will remember though that a guy called Saddam Hussein was at war with Iran and that he had been "tooled up" by America. Well, that ended in 1990 and the good ol' U.S. of A. forgot to get the weapons back, so Hussein decided to carry on to Kuwait and claim all that oil for himself! The Emir of Kuwait phoned President Bush I (we have Bush II now) and the U.S. troops were there before he put the phone down! Must have thought "what kept you?"
So the U.S. cavalry arrived, en masse (about 500,000) of them and were put in a holding pattern in Saudi Arabia. Mind you, this gave them time to set up "Golden Arches," Pizza Hut, TV and radio stations and an Olympic-sized pool for the male and female troops to lounge around in half-naked in their "host" Islamic country! That went down well - was particularly noted by a rich native Saudi called Osama bin Laden - but more on him later.
Australia as always was there - we turn up for every war. Brown-nosing is still a policy! In fact the HMAS Adelaide fired its first shot in anger since Vietnam over the "Alwasilli," a cargo ship from Iraq - it was like the USS Maddox all over again! So lots of threats from America about Saddam withdrawing or else - it was "or else" and on January 17, 1991, America started invading and bombing.
Now, if there is anything that America learnt about going to war from its Vietnam experience, it was NEVER let the press run free again! So they came up with this baffling "press pool" system - except half the media in the world now are freelancers. The Pentagon even has its own "show biz" department now - to help with films that put them in a good light! Well, these guys have obviously never seen a reporter or a snapper trample over wounded to get on a chopper to beat the opposition back to "file" first! So we basically saw nothing until the end - and the end was called "The Highway of Death." Thousands of Saddam's cannon fodder trying to retreat. All those pumped up troops who hadn't been able "to have a go" were given carte blanche by their magnificent leader, Barry McCaffrey, and they gave them hell. Not a pretty sight.
You'll love this bit, though - Peter Arnett (now forever dubbed "Baghdad Pete"), then working for CNN, and his producer, a guy straight from central casting - safari suit, kefir, cigarette holder and leather goggles; he looked like Rommel and is now known as Rommel - arranged with Saddam to be the only journalists allowed to stay during the bombing. It was like a bloody telethon. We watched the missiles being launched, then to a "color" piece while it was travelling and then cut back to Peter and Rommel as it arrived! Magnificent, mate, you'd have loved it!! It has since been made into a book and movie - "Reporting the War From Ground Zero."
It was all about the oil fields, so once they secured those, even though they had all the shit blown out of them - it looked like an oily "Dante's Inferno" or Hue after Tet - the U.S. was out of there. Leaving Saddam to tell his people that he'd won. Small footnote to that escapade: The U.S. asked the Kurds to rise up against Saddam and they would help them. Somehow that got lost in translation and 2 million Kurds ended up on the side of a sheer mountain covered in snow, freezing to death. They obviously had never heard the phrase "cut and run."
During all of this Europe exploded. The former Yugoslavia is now six countries, almost as complicated as the eight factions in Lebanon but the reason's the same: intolerance - of religion, of ethnicity, of whatever. In fact they coined a new phrase, "ethnic cleansing." Something you'd relate to after Cambodia. There were Christians killing Muslims, Muslims killing Christians and young guys steamed out of their minds on slivovitz and speed killing just about anyone. Especially the media. Meanwhile the rest of the world did nothing and the U.N. stood by saying, "it's not our mandate" - to save people, that is. Who'd have thought it? - Europe all over again, except instead of gas chambers, it was mass graves, burning families alive in their homes, axe beheadings in filthy cellars and starving men and boys in concentration camps.
This went on for nearly a decade - at one point a cease-fire was drawn up and Australia's Brigadier John Wilson was brought in as an observer; at its peak there were 300 violations a day! The U.N. is still there!
During all of this - Cambodia, the place you loved so much. Where you went back to your flat after Pol Pot and found mail still in your letterbox. The border you were travelling to on the day you got killed, to go and meet up again with An Veng, your soundman who had managed to somehow survive the killing fields. Well, the U.N. arrived with an Australian as head of mission, John Sanderson, and 16,000 troops to try and sort out the mess and have elections. It was called UNTAC (United Nations Transitional Authority Cambodia), and there were almost as many media present. They tried to restore law and order and hold elections with all parties vying for power. The U.N. was trying to disarm the KR [Khmer Rouge], deal with millions of UXO and landmines, contributing countries setting up their own "autonomous regions" and a Bulgarian unit that consisted of guys who had been let out of jail if they were willing to go to Cambodia! Twenty political parties registered for the election - the result being two parties sharing power, one of them an old KR sympathizer!! But according to the U.N. it was a resounding success, which in terms of "justice and governance" it was, but the story continues. The first God of the peaceful nation now is no longer Buddha, but Honda.
In '92 we had Somalia. The usual - warlords, famine, etc. On December 9th the U.S. cavalry landed; it was like DaNang all over again. So much publicity that when Special Forces landed in the early hours of the morning, they were lit up like a lighthouse by the waiting camera crews. All broadcast live by CNN! The Marines stormed houses, roughed up anyone that looked suspicious and then flew off with the soles of their feet dangling from Black Hawk helicopters - the biggest insult you can give a Somali is to show him the sole of your foot. It all ended badly with two Black Hawks down, dead airmen dragged through the streets and America resorting once again to the "cut and run." By the way, a Black Hawk makes a Huey stand still and packs the punch of an A4.
What do you reckon so far, Neil?
August '93: Beautiful rain-forested country, Rwanda, where they were trying to cut a deal for a joint Hutu-Tutsi government. Well, to cut a very long story short, America didn't have the stomach for it after Somalia and after rebels killed the prime minister, the Hutus went on a rampage with machetes and hacked 900,000 people to death in 90 days. The pictures were awesome. Beyond heartbreaking and no one did a thing. A French- Canadian U.N. General was an absolute fucking hero … 240 U.N. personnel and that was it. Unfortunately, they had no oil. The American president at the time, Bill Clinton, did apologize 18 months later for not doing anything, so I suppose that made it alright then.
After that was Haiti and Guatemala - more of the same - before we headed back to Europe, Kosovo. More "ethnic cleansing" of Albanian Kosovars. This time Bill Clinton had his hands full trying to "damage control" the fact that he had been indulging in oral sex in the hallowed Oval Office with a young intern, so the plight of a million people was not exactly at the forefront of his mind. That was '99, Neil, so you won't be surprised to know that we ended the 20th century the same way we started it - watching thousands of displaced persons walking to God knows where.
Now back to those troops sunbathing in Saudi Arabia in '90-'91. Well, you'll remember how the U.S. gave the Mujahideen in Afghanistan weapons to oust the Russians in the early-'80s. Most of the weapons available on the black market - giving the U.S. "plausible deniability"– well, eventually they gave them what they wanted, "stingers," that could take out a Russian helicopter in one hit. It was all over Rover for Boris and they had their own "cut and runski." Only problem, like Iraq, America forgot to get any of the weapons back, so after another "cut and run," the poor Afghans were ripe for takeover by extremist warlords, called the Taliban, who had a very strange agenda. Their war was financed by opium; no music, no photographs, no school or work for females, full burquas for women and full beards for men!
Supporting all of this madness was one Osama Bin Laden and he decided now was the time to remind us of lots of things - what some might call "payback." Firstly, the desecration of Saudi soil and in general what he felt was the total disrespect for the followers of Islam. Mate, it was unbelievable, awesome and the most documented event in history. On September 11th, 2001, his foot soldiers hijacked four commercial jetliners in the States and flew two of them into the World Trade Center buildings, one into the Pentagon and the other was heading for the White House before the passengers hijacked the hijackers and it crashed in the woods in Pennsylvania. The whole world is now covered in CCTV so the footage of those two aircraft flying into the WTCs was as unbelievable to watch as it was when they came down. They imploded like a controlled demolition. Nearly 3,000 people were killed right there in downtown New York City. Chaos, panic, closed skies (except that George Bush II let the Saudis fly out - go figure that one) and blame flying every which way. The FBI had been informed about these Middle Eastern guys who wanted to learn how to fly, but they didn't want to know how to land or take off! Every photographer in the world seemed to be in N.Y.C. that day and the images looked like a war zone. In fact, it was a war zone.
So Bush II commits troops to Afghanistan to oust the Taliban and kill OBL. First, though, a bit of carpet bombing to soften up the peasants. You would remember how well that worked in Vietnam and Cambodia _ "WHAM" (winning hearts and minds). Well, instead of the people crossing over to the VC or the KR, these poor bastards had to cross the Hindu Kush in winter. American Special Forces had a few problems on one of their first missions: 13 killed and had to be rescued by Australian SAS. Oh, also some CIA guys called in some bombing runs on their allies, the Northern Alliance. Bush then decided that who he really wanted was Saddam Hussein because he still had those weapons of mass destruction that his daddy had given him.
This must all be sounding very familiar to you, mate. I just read that "Iraq is like Vietnam on crack" and that he has opened up a can of worms that he will never get the lid back on. Vietnam was a cake walk compared to this; all they wanted was their country back. George Bush II (who makes Ronald Reagan look like Einstein), along with Australia's John Howard and U.K.'s Tony Blair, has succeeded in turning the WHOLE Islamic world against us. They train up as suicide bombers, specializing in crowded places with the promise that they will go to heaven and 72 virgins will be there to meet them! In fact, "Jihad is the new Haj" and "RPGs are the new worry beads" - you heard it here first!
So, we now have Gulf War II and it's into its third year and the troops are dying by the dozens every day. Forty-five journalists have been killed and after the dismal failure of the first Gulf war's "press pool," the media now have something called "embed" - which really means "in bed." More media there at the beginning than troops, but all we saw was a bunch of guys on the back of Humvees surrounded by a lot of sand! In fact, a carload of French and Italian journos beat the Americans into Baghdad - they were promptly banged up until the cavalry arrived! So, going back to the lessons learnt - the policy is not only no dead Iraqi bodies but also no coverage of dead U.S. personnel coffins either.
Don't know about anyone else, but the only dead Iraqis I've seen are Saddam Hussein's sons - oh, and there was a little boy called Ali who had both arms and legs blown off by American bombing, not to mention losing all his family. They didn't leave much of Ali to go around for all the media present. Everyone wanted a piece of him. First for a "live to air" broadcast, then for a "whatever happened to" piece, followed by "the follow-up" - as in how grateful is little Ali for all this publicity we've been giving him?!
All we need now are the words, "give us another 100,000 troops and we'll finish the job" or "there's light at the end of the tunnel." The word "quagmire" is starting to appear though.
So, before I close, mate, some good news, or some "bullet point" updates:
Anyway, Neil, what would you make of it all now? Everything is full circle. You inspired in the same tradition that inspired you. The next generation is reading "My War Gone By I Miss It So" and "War Junkie" the way we read "Dispatches" and "Page After Page."
In fact, mate, Tim Bowden wrote a cracker of a book about you - "One Crowded Hour." Last decade or so the big phrase has been "Carpe Diem" - "Seize the Day."
Mate, you were always much hipper and switched on, and to read that every one of your diaries was inscribed:
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife,
Mate, as always you found a way to say it all. Know that you are tuned in and in Sydney on September 9th, your 20th anniversary; there is a bash for you at the NSW Art Gallery. So we'll fill your glass and light one up for you - that is, if you haven't given it up.
Neil Davis covered conflict in Southeast Asia for over 20 years. In Vietnam he usually went out with the South Vietnamese - he thought he should cover it from their viewpoint; it was their war, a civil war.
He was always at the battlefront and always brought back enduring images of the full horror and barbarity of war for the world to see, the new world that brought television into our homes.
Neil was known as many things: a great guy, a true ladies' man, honorable, honest and most of all modest about his achievements. In the tradition of Damien Parer, Neil worked as a one-man band. Unknown to many, Neil was also a great philanthropist. He also claimed to be a non-smoker.
Ironically, after surviving so much war, he and his soundman, Bill Latch, were killed while filming an attempted coup on the streets of Bangkok for NBC. Gary Burns, who was with them, somehow survived and on the camera tape is seen dragging his best friend's body away from the shooting.
September 9th is the 20th anniversary of Neil's death - he would have been 71 were he still alive - and what's the bet he'd still be a ladies' man, still cadging cigarettes?
© Marianne Harris
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