Friday 28 March 2014

Nothing To Report... Sir!

"The expert in battle seeks his victory from strategic advantage and does not demand it from his men" - Sun Tzu, The Art of War.

Unarmed and dangerous
 by Kudakwashe Kanhutu 

Army Within An Army:  

As a service branch of the Zimbabwe Defence Forces, the Corps of Military Intelligence is the most celebrated within the forces, yet neither the public nor servicemen can pinpoint its exploits with accuracy or, know its operatives. This – serving in the shadows – is not a drawback for ZDF military intelligence personnel who, to a man (and woman!), care more about getting the job done than getting plaudits. 

The successful last minute defence of Kinshasa, against the invading Ugandan and Rwandan forces, by Zimbabwe Special Forces has entered Zimbabwean folklore. The names of the Commandos involved in that operation are widely known but, not those of the Corps of Military Intelligence who deployed to Kinshasa (in business suits) at least a month earlier than the larger body of force. 

The ethos of military intelligence units is the same worldwide, it is not a claim on behalf of standardisation to say that water is wet. It is simply stating fact. The same applies to the military intelligence sphere, as so accurately summarised in the creed of the United States Military Intelligence, that; we “perform the first task of an army: to find, know, and never lose the enemy” and, indeed, we are “always at silent war, while ready for a shooting war: The silent warrior of the ARMY team.” Whatever country you may think of, their military intelligence doctrine will not stray too far from the above creed. There may be differences in style but none of substance, and even then, the differences owe much to perceptions generated by propaganda films like James Bond than to fact of the matter. I know, because I took a front row seat for a full 3 years before deciding to resign from service, my debt to my country having been paid in full.

To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill - Sun Tzu
Serving Secretly:

I have already intimated above that neither the public nor other servicemen can really know the operatives of Military Intelligence Corps. Other servicemen may suspect, because we will have undergone basic training together, to then find out that such fellow excellent recruits have left the service or did not make the grade, must raise their suspicions. As well, out of necessity, in the theatre – when war has already broken out – the other military personnel will meet their shadowy comrades-in-arms. Still, because properly conceived, the  task of the Corps of Military Intelligence is to stop threats before they reach a stage that requires counter-force, I would hazard a confident guess that 80% of our work will never be documented. The military intelligence teams are also so diffuse in society that, it is better, for their effectiveness that this work remains undocumented. 

I operated in one such unit, and having retired 5 years ago now, I believe I have the freedom to speak about my experiences without jeopardising current operations. I served secretly at Harare International Airport for 3 years, reporting not to Defence HQ at KG VI Barracks but to 1 Commando Battalion. It was quite strange in the first 3 months to be without a weapon or, to adjust to civilian mannerisms having so recently undergone the most thorough military training. But it wasn't all doom and gloom, being young and slightly rebellious at the time, I quite enjoyed walking past the Commander-in-Chief of the Zimbabwe Defence Forces, the Chief of the Defence Staff, a phalanx of Brigadier Generals and various officers who severely outranked me without breaking my stride to salute them. Ah, good times those, What fun! You see, because I was embedded in the civilian workforce at the Airport, when official duty brought my superiors to the Airport, I was not allowed to “blow my cover” by saluting or adhering to any other stipulations in the code of conduct… 

The Specifics of the Job: 

In the 3 years that I served, my work can be summarised by the title of this article – Nothing to Report… Sir – still, what I did was important work. There are two ways to arrive at this conclusion; the first way is to view my work in the same terms as people understand insurance, and; the second way is to remember Sun Tzu’s counsel that: “to subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill.” I unreservedly believe that what my role allowed the military to do was…
All warfare is based on deception - Sun Tzu

Tuesday 11 March 2014

Stranger in the North Pennines

"For every thing that is given, something is taken. Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts. What a contrast between the well-clad, reading, writing, thinking American, with a watch, a pencil, and a bill of exchange in his pocket, and the naked New Zealander, whose property is a club, a spear, a mat, and an undivided twentieth of a shed to sleep under!" - Ralph Waldo Emerson, On Self-Reliance 1841. 

On high ground in the hills near High Force Waterfalls

The trip that I took with some of my course mates to High Force Waterfalls in the North Pennines was a much needed reminder that it is so easy to lose it and yet think you still have it! 

An Eye Opener:


I mean, I walked everywhere as a boy; my primary school was a daily 10 kilometre barefooted hike in the 36 degrees sweltering heat of the Zambezi Valley. When I moved to the big city, nothing changed much as I ran the Zimbabwe National Army Commander's 21 Kilometre Road Race, the Terry Fox Cancer Run, played football for a premier league side, and also did roadwork of up to 30 kilometres every week. And, what about all those hours I spent in the gym at One Commando Barracks in Harare? These are the reasons why my subconscious kept telling me that I a man of steel, but the reality for me now is more along this observation made below by a great thinker of the last 2 centuries:

"The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet. He is supported on crutches, but lacks so much support of muscle. He has a fine Geneva watch, but he fails of the skill to tell the hour by the sun. A Greenwich nautical almanac he has, and so being sure of the information when he wants it, the man in the street does not know a star in the sky. The solstice he does not observe; the equinox he knows as little; and the whole bright calendar of the year is without a dial in his mind. His note-books impair his memory; his libraries overload his wit; the insurance-office increases the number of accidents; and it may be a question whether machinery does not encumber; whether we have not lost by refinement some energy, by a Christianity entrenched in establishments and forms, some vigor of wild virtue" - Ralph Waldo Emerson, On Self-Reliance, 1841.
I am invincible (I think!)
How I Found Out:

Let me assure you now that the part of the North Pennines I went to does not compare at all to the thickets and wildernesses I used to negotiate without a care in Zimbabwe. That's why I was so surprised by the number of times I fell on the rocks at the waterfall here. I, who used to scale the Mavhuradonha Mountain at a steady three quarter pace! It is for this reason precisely why I was shocked when I couldn't keep up with the others during our impromptu race up the highest hill near High Force.

Cold, wet, miserable and caring not whether I lived or died, we returned to the car. That's when my problems started... snow burn!
Imagine another thing; me getting bothered by the rain! I used to wait for it to start raining then I would take off my shirt and go to round up my goats and cattle from their grazing area! .... But all is not lost, this trip was a timely reminder that I have allowed city life to make me soft, if I am to enjoy my return to theatre I must start training again... and soon!


Photo Essay:

Driving to High Force



Arrival at High Force

Main attraction

A scene that looked like a picture, if you know what I mean.

I was going to ignore the signs because I am "tough," but I will tell you right now that I was lucky not to be injured seriously here


With my course mates on the Defence, Development & Diplomacy program at Durham University


My first sight of the main attraction in this part of the North Pennines


High Force Waterfalls

Jagged edges


The closest I got to the water

The sight that made the trip worth it

Signage at the waterfall

Birds of the same plumage parambulate in proximity (i.e none of us had any qualms about taking short cuts.)


Although I will admit this was not my brightest idea. These rocks are dangerous; when you visit observe the warning signs. Please.

The gate to this area is now locked for a reason. Please do not tempt fate as I did!

Trailblazing?

The way back to the car?


Not too far downstream from High Force

It wasn't all bad

Crossing the bridge to go towards the reservoir way up river

Signage at this National Nature Reserve

Make no mistake, I was happy to be with nature. I only became sad when I spent the whole weekend recovering, that's when it hit home that I had become weak.

High Force

"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything" - William Shakespeare

The River Tees at High Force

The snow line high behind me is our final destination

The River Tees

There is something about the outdoors!

I will say it again: "And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything" - William Shakespeare 

Wide open spaces

Good old fashioned map reading skills
There really is something about the outdoors!
Something pure!


Crossing a river as we march towards the snow line

The highest peak in the distance was the target for our race

How we crossed some of the streams here

On slightly high ground

On even higher ground

It is no coincidence that I was this far behind, always
At long last I caught up with the others... on their way back!


I was a spent force

Celebrating mediocrity!

Losers motto: "Winning isn't everything"

Celebrating making the snow line!

In the snow!

If I celebrated coming last like this, imagine if I had won!

I would have stayed on this hill for days celebrating if I had won
Making the descent back to civilisation

Crossing a stream on the way back

Cold, wet, miserable and caring not whether I lived or died, we returned to the car. That's when my problems started... snow burn!

The 3 Musketeers at the end of trip to the North Pennines