Sometime in November 2008, we received a shocking news. A security patrol somewhere south was waylaid by members of the New People's Army and several soldiers were killed. It was also reported that the patrol Team Leader was captured by the rebel- bandits and was being held in the jungles of Agusan- Compostela Valley area. We have been expecting to be deployed in the Basilan- Jolo area because at that time, there were also intense fighting between government troops and the terrorist Abu Sayaff Group and other lawless elements. A class of Scout Ranger Students have just been deployed ahead of us. Unfortunately, the C130 that shipped them and was supposed to lift us, crashed on its way back to Manila shortly after taking off. The remains of the plane and the bodies of the crew (some of them fellow Aer’s were buried deep in the belly of the sea. They served their country well.
We arrived at Davao Airport safely via another C130. I was met by a familiar face- my squad mate Lt Jojo Baya who was then with the Philippine Air Force Special Operations Wing while waiting for his turn to undergo flying school training. He hastily prepared a sumptuous boodlefight of our favorite pancit canton and scrambled eggs for me and Omar, and invited one of our favorite yearlings- Matiti. (Sadly, Jojo died in a vehicular accident while he was enjoying a furlough in his hometown. He was confined at V Luna for a couple of weeks but eventually succumbed to his injuries. May God Bless his soul.)
From there, we went through several mission briefings and planning sessions. Most of us were new in the area and we were unfamiliar with the terrain. Mountains and jungles may look the same from afar but once you're inside them, they're altogether different. Mastery of the terrain is paramount to every operation and more often than not, it spells the difference in the outcome of a mission. Every good and seasoned soldier knows that there are several things that must be considered whenever planning for a mission. These are People, Weather, Enemy, Terrain which amusingly goes by the acronym PWET. We were told to always be conscious of your PWET. (In Tagalog, pwet refers to a person's behind). We also analyze the METTT-C or Mission, Enemy, Time, Terrain,Troops and Community.
Whatever the acronyms are, these basically tell us to carefully take into consideration these factors when doing detailed mission analysis. We have to familiarize ourselves with the people's socio- cultural and socio-economic conditions. We have to factor in the political and legal aspects and of course, we have to consider their sentiments towards us and the enemy. People in rebel- influenced areas would usually behave with contempt and hostility against government forces while those with a lesser degree of influence would exhibit openness and warmth. There are also those areas that are considered rebel strongholds but whose people will give you warm treatment- sometimes even too warm and accommodating than normal because they're hiding or protecting the rebels. These are red flags that combat leaders must be able to read early or else the troops would be jeopardized.
We didn't stay long in Davao City. As such I never got to roam around the fabled city that is home to Kadayawan Festival. We were immediately shuttled to our mission area by our trusty and rusty M35 trucks. The newer KM 250 and KM 450 troop carriers were not yet introduced that time. I'm sure we were all anxious and nervous heading towards known enemy lairs.. Some of us have already had prior experiences in combat while others were practically neophytes when it comes to actual combat operations especially those from the Police and the Air Force. Except for the occasional banter and usual jokes, we were all silent. Our voices drowned amidst the rumbling sound of the truck engines. I was silently praying in between short conversations. I was nervous as well. It was a test mission after all-our final test, the culmination of almost a year of training. Whether we graduate from the course or not entirely depended on us, or more precisely, whether we come out alive or not. So there I was, side by side with soldiers as anxious and at the same time as hungry for glory and as eager to graduate. I was confident I had the best training and I was thoroughly prepared. I was ready to face whoever and whatever kind of enemy would come our way. I promised myself I'll fight to the teeth should it come to such and I would never back down. I was clutching my beloved M16 rifle which I had fired hundreds of times before.. On my chest were 12 steel magazines fully loaded with 5.56mm rounds. My combat pack had all the necessary supplies I would need in the jungle for at least a week until the nest resupply-food, water, spare clothes, hammock and personal items. It weighed around 18-20 kilograms.I was ready. We were ready for action, for the hunt. When we neared the designated drop off point, my heart was beating so fast I could almost hear it. But I maintained my cool and calm. This was what I wanted. This was what I came for.
It was just beginning.
