McNamara’s Moron Corps — Was His Name Harris?

McNamara’s Moron Corps — Was His Name Harris?

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There’s a fairly small group of veterans who may never get the recognition they deserve, but they can’t be forgotten, if we allow them to forgotten, the military’s Project 100,000 might someday be repeated.  Another liberal genius like Robert McNamara might come along and decide it’s a good way to get rid of some of the  surplus population..

That’s why I publish this story on Veterans Day every year..


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After forty years most of the names are blurred, it was the summer of 1970. I was the senior company clerk for Headquarters and Headquarters Company at Fort Carson. The Company was a monster of sorts, it staffed everything from post Headquarters on down, if had anything to do with running the base, somebody in it the company worked there.

It wasn’t a bad job, I had a couple of clerks under me, an unspoken deal with the First Sargent and XO.   In a Company with 300 Staff Sargent’s and above the first Sargent had his hands full with them, and their territorial disputes. The XO just wanted to finish his time, go home and try to save his marriage. If I kept them from being bothered with the small stuff, they left me alone and didn’t question what I did, or how I did it.

I guess it was sometime in August when he first walked in my office.  He’d just arrived and needed to sign into  the company. He said something like “Mister Specialist Sir, they Told me to see you about checking in.” Years have blurred the memory, I don’t remember his name for sure, but Harris seems to ring a bell.

I was a Spec 5, he was a Spec 4. I said something about dropping the Mister and Sir and wondered why he was  bent over, walked with a cane and looked like he was in pain..

His orders and 201 File gave me a clue, he filled in some of the rest. Basic Training, AIT then straight to Nam;

Few weeks after he got there, he tripped a mine, the blast damn near killed him. He spent a year in various hospitals.  After some sort of rehab, some f’ng genius decided he should spend his last four months in the Army on regular duty instead of being discharged.

It was a good thing they sent him to a Headquarters Company, he needed his the cane to walk, was in pain most of the time and couldn’t get out of bed on a rainy day. His back was still full of shrapnel, most of it in places to where it couldn’t be removed surgically. While I was wondering why the hell they hadn’t discharged him, I glanced at his aptitude scores and froze..

The Military’s General Technical or GT score translates roughly into IQ, with 90 to 110 more or less average. I’d seen some as low as 83 and 85, but those were exceptions. Harris had a GT score of “68“. I asked one of my clerks to help him get settled in, called the Post Communication Sargent… told him he had a new man, explained things and wished him luck.

The Army did strange things… sometimes very strange. To me this seemed strange, even for the Army. The next morning I was having coffee with one of the personnel sargents. I asked him if he had any idea what this guy was doing in the service. His short answer

“He’s one of McNamara’s Morons

Then he explained, Project 100000. The very short version goes something like this. In 1966 Lyndon Johnson was facing a manpower shortage for his expanding war in Viet Nam. It was not politically advisable to start cutting back on College Deferments, to many of the parents were politically connected, and the body bags were starting to add up. The always efficient Robert McNamara devised a scheme that “Would Provide Opportunity for the Less Fortunate”.

For those that don’t know, at the time the Armed Forces Qualification test was a 100 question, A-B-C-D Multiple choice test, the minimum passing score was 31 . If you could teach a dog how to check off one answer for each question, No need to read , odds are 3-1 he’d pass.  To increase the odds, Project 100000 men.. were who failed the test were given another chance.  Men who scored as low as 10 out of 100 were accepted.  In order to make the program live up to its equal opportunity advertising, blacks were targeted for recruitment under the program,   Forty percent of the 354,000 men enlisted under the scheme were black. Black’s made up around 12% of the population at the time.

President Lyndon Johnson called it a Civil Rights program..  Attempted genocide might have been a better description.

The Causality Rate for Project 100000 Soldiers was two and one half times the rate for “normal” soldiers. As far as I know, collateral damage to the men who served with them has never been officially documented.  I have read once they figured out they had one of these men, commanders would try and avoid putting them in any situations where a dumb mistake could get people killed.

Men like Harris served honorably so the Bill Clinton’s, Joe Biden’s , Dick Cheney’s of the world along with 1000’s of draft deferred student’s who later became Marxist professors wouldn’t have to..

It was a month or so before Harris walked back into my office, once again with the “Mister Specialist Sir, I need help” Before I could say any thing about that I noticed he had tears running down his face. When I asked what was wrong,,, he stammered something about taking back his combat pay.I told him sit down and let him talk a few minutes. From what he was saying, I gathered he’d gotten a note from post finance telling him that there were no orders in his file assigning him to South Vietnam, Republic of. Therefore he was not entitled to the two months combat pay he’d received for his time in Vietnam. They would deduct the $130.00 from his next paycheck.

The Army had enlisted him when he never should been enlisted, by lying to him aout it being an equal rights opportunity.  They’d sent him to him to Vietnam and gotten him blown up. They halfway glued him back together,  leaving him crippled for life.  They returned him to active duty when they should have given him an Honorable Discharge due to combat related injuries and sent him home with a 100% disability check every month. Though all that he’d managed to keep smiling.

The Army telling him he wasn’t supposed to have been there to begin with, it was his own fault he got blown up and he wasn’t entitled to his lousy $130.00 in combat pay finally broke him.

What he didn’t know, and  what I sure as shit didn’t want to tell him was;  If the Army ruled he’d somehow gotten himself to Vietnam and managed to get himself blown up he would lose any benefits he’d be entitled to as a Combat Wounded Veteran including VA Medical Care.

It takes a lot to leave me speechless… so I just let him talk, until I could think of something to say….. Finally I assured him there had to be an answer and I’d see what I could do..

He seemed reassured ( I wasn’t).. He left, I called Post Finance. Since Post Finance was part of Headquarters Company I knew our guy Sandy  personally.   As soon as I mentioned Harris.. Sandy told me that finance had been hit with an outside audit and the orders actually sending him from FT Lewis to Vietnam weren’t there, they had orders sending him to Ft Lewis for further reassignment.. They had orders assigning him to a unit after he got to Nam, but nothing sending him to Nam.

When he was done I said: Sandy, you’ve met the guy.

He said No Shit, that’s what I told that F’ng lieutenant.

We traded a couple comments about second lieutenants and this one in particular.  Then we kicked around some ways we might be able to to get around the the problem, they were all a little too illegal to risk,  Sure , we could find a set of orders fairly’s amazing the stuff you can on a mimeograph machine, but they wouldn’t  have stood up if someone took a close look….. and if they magically appeared between five at night and eight the next morning, smelling of fresh ink,  the odds favored somebody taking a close look.  Even that LT wasn’t that stupid .

Time for the next option

Even though neither of us were ever there, we both stayed off post, I was assigned a room in the barracks with guy by the name of Hutchinson, Hutch happened to be the Generals Race Relations Liaison. Did I happen to mention Harris was black? It wasn’t really a matter of racial injustice, it was matter of Outright Injustice.  I figured Hutch would see it that way too, but he’d also see it as an easy spin..  I played the Race Card.

Hutch listened, said “Give me five minutes, I’ll call you back.”

The call came in less than three, it wasn’t from Hutch, it was from the Post Command Sargent Major, he quietly asked me to repeat what I’d told Hutch.. I did..

I think in Sargent Major School they must have a course in voice control, it’s a tone that’s unique to Sargent Majors, generals pay attention when they use it, and it’s been known to cause green second lieutenants to wet their pants. they don’t curse, they don’t raise their voice and they don’t mince words,

“Today is Monday, you will find that mans orders and have them on my desk by Thursday afternoon. You will call every unit that man has ever been assigned to if necessary. If you encounter difficulty with someone, you will contact the Base Sargent Major and tell them it is for me, Thank You

That explained what I was going to do fairly clearly. I made a lot of phone calls, Except for running up the Army’s Phone Bill there wasn’t much more I could do.. Wednesday morning Sandy called me from Post Finance to say they’d found his orders.., they were on the reverse side of the orders sending him to Ft. Ord, nobody had turned the paper over to see what was on the back side.  A little while later I got a call from Personnel telling me the same thing

Not sure what role Hutch ended up playing. I had to call him a few weeks later about something else. I said “We got a problem”. He laughed, “When you say that,  it means I’ve got a problem.”

I found out a week later Sargent Major had made calls to the Non Commissioned Officers In Charge at both Post Finance and Post Personnel..which probably accounts for both Post Finance and Personnel making an extra effort to find his orders.

Then the Sargent Major had a little talk with the Post Commander. The Post Commander had a conversation with the Commander at the Base Hospital.

Ten days later I was invited to a meeting,  A very surprised Harris was told he was going home, a couple months ahead of schedule.  And he was going home with a Medical Discharge due to Combat Sustained Injuries   He kept his Combat Pay and Purple Heart and was granted a 100% disability due to combat related injuries. That means, if he’s still alive, he still gets a check every month that might be enough to pay for his cigarettes.

Not much to give a person in exchange for being crippled for life at nineteen years old. It’s pretty much a given he was spat on by some of those who escaped serving, because he and 354,000 men like him, men who should never have served did.  What Happened to the rest?

McNamara’s Moron’s only accounted for ten percent of the men sent to Vietnam, but if the reports are true, they were killed or wounded at twice the rate of normal troops.  Statistically that means they account for 20% of the dead and wounded.  And they did it without even knowing why they were fighting, they fought because they’re country asked them to fight.

Think about that the next time  you hear some 60 or 70 year old college professor, who avoided the draft, preaching the virtues of communism..  The only way they can hid their cowardliness   is by claiming to be on the right side of history..

If they want to talk about white privilege you can tell them that white redneck or black ghetto kid may well have died or been maimed for life  because of their feelings of entitlement and elitist privilege.

Every time someone tells me how racist conservatives are, and how much the democrats care about blacks.  Especially when they point out LBJ’s great strides in Equal Opportunity, I remember Harris..

Most of McNamara’s Moron’s served honorably, but their service benefited them very little after they left the service according to the few studies done on the subject.  That’s top be expected anytime people decide the military is a great place to experiment with social engineering..





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