In Somalia I had gone to the Airborne Regiment
as I had mentioned before as part of the
Royal Canadian Regiment and had
been my entire career.
The Airborne Regiment, which of course
doesn’t exist anymore, was represented by
all of the infantry regiments - the Vandoos,
PPCLI and the Royal Canadian Regiment.
Nobody stayed there for their entire career but
you went there for periods of time
so I went there, by that point, as a fairly
senior soldier and as most people would
tell you it was a pretty dry spell between
Cyprus and the time that Somalia and then
ultimately the former Yugoslavia ramped up.
There weren’t a lot of operational tours.
In fact, I was thinking not long ago that
looking at a picture of various warrant officers and
sergeants in my battalion sort of back
in the day when I was a younger soldier
regardless of how senior they were,
they tended to have two medals -
the Canadian Forces decoration which is
twelve years of service for the
Cyprus medal because there wasn’t a lot
of opportunities other than sporadic ones.
So anyway, I ended up in the
Airborne Regiment and as fortune,
or misfortune would have it,
depending on how you look at it,
the Airborne was selected to deploy
to Somalia and if you recall that particular
bit of Canadian history we were there to assist
with the aid that was being sent
to Somalia as a result of the famine.
There was a lot of, I want to say
gang activity just to sort of relate
it in the vernacular of today but
there was a lot of problems with the aid
shipments being pilfered and
they needed protection and
Canada went in along with other nations
primarily the United States, of course,
and to provide protection for a lot of the
NGO organizations, non-governmental organizations,
so we deployed there for that,
to provide that support.
I deployed as part of the advanced party
because I was the quartermaster
for 3 Commando.
In short, the quartermaster is the guy or gal that
looks after all of the stores as we say,
“beans, bullets and rations.”
So anyway, I deployed, advanced there so
you can imagine leaving Canada,
jumping in a Hercules transport aircraft,
flying from Trenton, Ontario to Gander -
from Gander to Shannon, Ireland -
Shannon, Ireland to Crete - from Crete to
Djibouti and then sort of off-loading in Djibouti and
then charging up our weapons because
safety regulations wouldn’t allow us to fly
with ammunition in our weapons.
It had to be transported separately but
once we were in Djibouti it was considered
theatre of operations so we loaded up and
that automatically sort of escalated
the sense of “this is the real deal" and
then flying into Belladova(sp) in Somalia and
then getting off the aircraft remembering
that I left on the 22nd of December,
cold in Canada and got off the aircraft in Somalia and
it was probably 95, 100 degrees so
it was quite a culture shock.
So desert environment, didn’t see a lot of
the local population there initially,
not a lot of interaction with them but
certainly an environmental culture shock and,
you know, a military culture shock
because we had never done
anything like that before.