December 20 1989, in flight at approximately 0205 hours local time and about to penetrate Panamanian airspace, uninvited: “The Drop Zone is hot! Make your mommas proud!”
Karl Johnson (USMA 1972) announced those words over the loudspeaker of the C-141 carrying 120 of us paratroopers. I really was going to be a member of a combat parachute assault force directed against a hostile enemy, something I had not imagined only thirty-five hours before, let alone in my career.
This would be my first-ever direct involvement in combat, after over twenty years on active duty. It was also to be my first parachute jump in just two weeks shy of twenty years, as well as my first true night jump.
I had started my career as a platoon leader in the Second Cavalry Regiment doing border patrols on the Iron Curtain opposite Communist nations East Germany and Czechoslovakia, then serving for a year as Regimental Plans Officer in Regimental Headquarters.
I transferred to the Medical Department in 1971 to enter medical school under sponsorship by the Surgeon General’s Office, remaining in the Medical Corps thereafter as a fully trained general surgeon.
For me the lead-up to that December morning began the previous August when I reported to Womack Army Hospital at Fort Bragg NC, as Chief of Surgery.
During that autumn, busy as I was with affairs in the hospital, I was not aware of activity occurring on post. One of my surgeons working with the 44th Medical Brigade once commented on how uptight people were there, more so than usual, that “something was going on”. I didn’t give it much thought.
In early December the hospital commander called me into his office. After asking me about the Professional Filler (PROFIS) assignments of my surgeons, he asked me if I would agree to change my own PROFIS assignment from the 44th Medical Brigade instead to the 307th Medical Battalion of the 82nd Airborne Division. The 307th Med was to provide needed medical support for any division missions or exercises. I knew he would not be asking me to volunteer unless it was important, so I said yes without knowing all it might entail. Being parachute-qualified already, I did not see a problem. Shortly after that I met the Battalion Commanding Officer (CO), was issued my field equipment, and waited to participate in a refresher parachute jump to be officially placed on parachute status. I thought that the jump would be a gut check rather than an operational requirement, and that medical assets would be flown in.
Silly me.
Later that month events in Panama approached a climax. US Southern Command (SOUTHCOM) had prepared a plan to invade Panama in January 1990. On Sunday December 17th, however, the assault was ordered ASAP by President Bush in response to even more elevated and now deadly hostility directed by Panamanian Defense Forces (PDF) against Americans. Operation JUST CAUSE now moved forward to execution.
On Monday at about 1 PM I was called by the 307th’s Executive Officer: “Be at Battalion at 1500 hours (3 PM) with your rucksack.” I went home to pack up my gear. My wife was visiting her ailing father in Charlotte NC. The only family at home was my 11-year-old daughter, just out of school. She showed that day the toughness and resilience typical of Army Brats and has proven to be a tough individual as she has grown. I hugged her tightly, as she did me. “I don’t know where I am going or for how long,” I told her. “Just tell your mom to keep an eye on CNN”.
At 1505 hours, the CO announced, “We’re jumping into Panama tomorrow night.” My initial reaction was shock, followed immediately by awareness that this deployment was to be a combat mission. My advice to self: Be calm, be alert, listen to wisdom from experienced field medics and other soldiers.
The barracks had been locked down at 1500 hours, all communication to the outside cut. There would be no time for a refresher jump. I was issued my sidearm (a 9mm pistol), and we moved to the holding area beside Green Ramp, the staging area for Army airborne operations at next-door Pope Air Force Base.
The 82nd Airborne’s part of JUST CAUSE fell to the Division Ready Brigade (DRB). In January that would have been the 2nd Brigade Combat Team, but with the new timetable the current DRB, the 1st Brigade Combat Team based on the 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment (504th PIR) got the call. I was now to see firsthand why constant training by Rapid Deployment Forces would prove critical.
As the brigade made final preparations for the jump, a mission unexpectedly thrust upon them, I marveled at how smoothly so much preparation went into the short time before departure. Much was standard procedure to prepare for a parachute jump, giving time to the DRB to prepare the details of this specific mission. At the operations Quonset Hut in the holding area, I met the brigade commander. This would be his second combat jump, the first as a Ranger into Grenada in 1983. He was a calm leader, setting a tone of confidence for the brigade.
I was grateful for that – as I entered the hut, I passed 504th PIR company commanders giving orders to their platoon leaders. I was struck when I heard “The use of deadly force has been authorized” spoken by what appeared to be high school seniors speaking to their assembled teams of freshmen. I realized that this forty-three-year-old was going into combat with men barely out of their teens, some even still there. It has been ever so that nations put their youth at the tip of the spear when they go to war.
Other images still come to mind: We periodically retreated into tents in the holding area, to avoid detection by Soviet satellites passing overhead, that might provide actionable intelligence to the PDF. We placed glint tape straps around our left arms and a glint patch on the top of our Kevlar helmets. The PDF wore the same BDUs as we, so after we were on the ground the tapes would reflect projected infrared light to identify us to Special Operations air assets as “friendlies” to help avoid friendly fire incidents. The use of the word help as a non-inclusive term didn’t give me too much comfort.
Nearing departure time, we moved to Green Ramp to draw and don parachutes, and await take-off. My first question upon receiving my parachute was “Where’s the punch button on the harness?” The jumpmaster asked me when was the last time I jumped, and slowly shook his head when I answered almost twenty years. The Army fortunately had updated the harness to a safer one since then.
There I met Karl Johnson, the Brigade S-3. We both recognized each other from cadet days in company D-4. I commented “I hope I didn’t haze you so much then that you’re going to get back at me now.” He laughed and assured me that wouldn’t happen. Who was I to argue?
We took off in the first of several echelons rather than as a single sortie, at about 2000 hours (8 pm) on December 19th. North Carolina was caught in a sleet and ice storm. Commercial de-icing equipment was brought in to prepare aircraft for flight but limited the number ready to take off at any one time. We flew cramped together, fully rigged up in our parachutes and combat gear for six hours before the jump.
Karl’s warning at 0205 was a definite call to be alert. The airport was not yet secured, and a firefight in the airport terminal was ongoing. The Green light signal to begin jumping went on at 0211. I was at the center of the line of paratroopers to be dropped down the civilian runway of Torrijos-Tocumen International Airport. …. Well, that was the plan. Ground fire led the line of aircraft to be diverted several hundred meters east. We were dropped at an exit altitude under 500 feet into the swamp beyond the end of the runway.
The sight that greeted me after my parachute’s full canopy deployment made me think a terrible mistake had been made: the trailing aircraft were flying BELOW the aircraft leading them! A quick mental calculation led me to conclude I would be colliding with the plane I saw. But as I looked on in horror and watched the C-141 appear to hit paratroopers who jumped before me, I saw they continued floating downward as if nothing had happened. I soon realized my mistake – I was only viewing the moonlit shadows of trailing aircraft on a wispy cloud layer below jump height, a layer so slight that it could only be seen when near or descending through it. One of the vagaries of night parachute jumping they had not told me about ….
After landing I focused on my mission to care for casualties. I heard gunfire to the southwest at the civilian airport terminal. Our medical team was to set up the Casualty Collection Point in it or right next to it.
So … march to the sound of the guns! I joined other paratroopers doing the same. We separated once we reached the airport runway, to seek the assembly areas of our respective units.
In those thirty-five hours before the jump and in the several days afterward I experienced firsthand a well-trained and well-led combat unit. I am reminded of the Jewish-Roman historian Josephus’ observation of the Roman legions: “Their drills were bloodless combat and their combat bloody drills”. Our success was a tribute to our training, to our motivation and to our loyalty to each other.
I can well summarize my thoughts and my experience in 1989 under our West Point motto:
Duty – Take care of soldiers, wherever they need care. Twenty years of training, eighteen in the medical field, had prepared me for that moment.
Honor – I had been preaching for many years the message that the AMEDD needs to pay more attention to taking care of soldiers in the field. I was suddenly given just that opportunity. To back away from my outspoken commitment to field medical care would have been more than hypocritical, it would have been cowardly.
Country – I was a soldier before I was a surgeon. I saw how I had internalized the soldier’s ethic: I will go where I am sent. Where I go, I will accomplish my mission.
I was privileged to be part of the 82nd Airborne Division for Operation Just Cause.
I was gratified that all my training and work had prepared me for that moment.
I was humbled that people far wiser than I had put in place regimens, training and drills that allowed me to step up and perform in a manner that had become ingrained.
The ultimate “come as you are”. Well done, Hugh.
Thank, Les!
Thanks, Les!
Terrific story, Hugh, well told. Well done indeed.
Thanks, Phil!
Thanks, Hugh, for sharing your thrilling and enthralling story! Airborne!!
Best regards & BOTL,
Bill
Thanks, Bill!
What a great story Hugh! Thoroughly enjoyed your ability to tie our time at West Point to your service many years later.
Thanks, Jerry! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Enjoyed your story.
Thanks, Chuck!
Thank you Hugh for sharing your story and for your service to our country on that day!
Thanks, Bob! And thank you, too, for your service over so many years
I’m sure you will always remember the stress but serving in the 2nd ACR and medical training are good ways to prepare. Great story.
Thanks, Rob! Serving with the 2d ACR – near you in Gernamy in the early 70’s – and medical training that you can also relate to were indeed good preparation.
Hugh,
A truly great story, waiting to be told in full all these years. Well done. I will share it with the military doctors I know — one of whom just complete OBC (at 56 years of age). You are a rare breed: highly skilled, highly trained, but always ready to do your duty.
Thanks for the kind words, Jim!
Hugh, great reading. Great story. Thanks for sharing.
Pop your chest up.
Thanks, Greg! Popping my chest as I write this!
Always knew you were special. You do so many things you never get credit for. You are my nominee for Distinguished Graduate. Well Done.
Thanks Rick, for your kind and truly humbling words. If I am special, it is only because I am one of a special group of men, my West Point classmates. You all have been an inspiration to me for all these years. I have only been working to be counted as worthy to be in your company.
Hugh,
A soldier’s story told with riveting clarity. Well done, good and faithful!
Ralph
Thanks, Ralph! Coming from you, your words are high praise, indeed.
Thank you, Hugh! A great story well told and a wonderful tribute to the guys you went in with! Thanks!
Thanks Bob! I can’t say enough about the men of the 82d. They are all heroes to me.
Hugh: Every good story has its unaddressed “teasers” that make us wonder: What did the hospital commander really know when he said “Have I got a deal for you!” What did your 11-year daughter do next? Your telling made me remember and contemplate on many truths you mentioned: how young our “kids” at the point of the spear are in every conflict, how a well-trained and lead our units are, and how young we were in 1989…great photo! Thanks for the opportunity to reflect on the privilege to serve our soldiers and our Nation that we enjoyed.
Thanks Bob – It was, and is a privilege to serve our Nation by serving alongside with and leading soldiers. To your “teaser” points – the Hospital Commander at that time wore two hats, the second being the XVIIIth Airborne Corps Surgeon, so I am sure he was fully read into the plan when he asked me into his office. As for being young in 1989 – aren’t we always 18 in our minds, just acquiring more experience as we gain each additional birthday?
Hugh, what a great story! Thank you for being so courageous and being willing to potentially sacrifice your own life for our country. May God bless you and your family always!
I found this story really interesting because my grandfather grew up on the Panama Canal. His father was one of the canal workers and he has so many amazing stories of their life there and the struggles and sacrifices they made to help the US build the canal. I am going to send him your story as a bit of inspiration for his day. Thanks again! -Lauren
Dear Lauren, thank you so much for your kind and humbling words.
How exciting to read of your grandfather’s and great-grandfather’s history with Panama, especially with the building of the Canal. What an engineering feat!
Please share with them my admiration for both of them.
Thanks Hugh, I will! May God bless you.
Well done, Hugh. It does not surprise me that you excelled in living the experience and reporting it all these years later. It certainly is a perfect example of the breadth of challenges faced by our soldiers and their leaders and the wonder of the foundation of principles, training, and motivation that allow a 40+ year old member of a unit to carry out his role based on training provided decades earlier. Easier said than done. But you were up to the task as always.
Thanks for the kudos, Ralph. Very much appreciated.
Well done Hugh – both what you did and how you related the story. I am also proud to have been your Ranger Buddy. Be well my friend. Denny
Thanks, Denny! You be well, too.
I LOVE YOUR WRITE UP ABOUT OPERATION JUST CAUSE. I ALSO REMEMBER GOING IN THE SWAMPS AT 0211 ON 20 DECEMBER 1989. I DID NOT KNOW BEFORE THIS THAT YOU AND DAN KERSEY WERE CLASSMATES AT WEST POINT. I WAS HIS SERGEANT MAJOR IN THE 2-504 PARACHUTE INFANTRY BATTALION FROM 1987-88 AND ENJOYED WORKING FOR HIM.
Thanks, Sargeant Major! It was the privilege of a lifetime to be a part of the 504th for JUST CAUSE, to serve with the Devils in Baggy Pants. I appreciate too the info about Ed Kersey. We knew each other as cadets.
Strike Hold!
Hugh,
Thanks for sharing such a remarkable story. Not bad for a 40-something year old Doc … although Ranger 7 helped, I’m sure!
I know you have more stories, so keep sending them in, brother!
Thanks for the kind words, Eric! I sometimes tell people that my last parachute jump before Panama was our airfield seizure exercise jumping onto Field 6 to begin the Florida phase of Ranger 7, so that I claim I was not “truly unprepared” when JUST CAUSE kicked off.
Really interesting and compelling story, Hugh – good work!. In all honesty, I don’t remember hearing about Operation Just Cause, so not only was your story interesting, but it was educational as well. I did not serve in Panama, but based on what I know about it, the jungles are not that different from those in Vietnam, where I had my adventure. I now have a learning curve to ramp up. Thanks for the introduction 🙂 .
Thanks, G! My time in Panama was spent in Panama City in an almost entirely urban environment other than in the grass and marshes next to the airport.
You are right about the similarity of the jungles in both countries. The US Jungle Operations Training Center was located in Panama until Southern Command relocated away from Panama. For your learning curve you can find a detailed outline of the JUST CAUSE operation by downloading the Center of Military History’s publication at
https://mail.arsof-history.org/arsof_in_panama/pdf/gen/cmhPub_70-85-1.pdf
Hugh, I just read your story about Just Cause with great interest, and a bit of pride from your comments about our 504 troopers. I commanded the 2/504 from December 1986 through June of 1989. I was really PO’d that I missed both Just Cause and Desert Storm, but was proud that the unit performed well in both conflicts. When I left I felt like they were in top notch shape, and your recounting of events reinforces that belief. I can’t believe that your first jump in 20 years was a night, combat jump with a unit you had never served with. That took guts, my friend. Congratulations!
Thanks for the kind words, Ed! You can take justifiable pride in YOUR paratroopers. Their performance was a reflection on the leadership provided by you and other former commanders and NCO’s to maintain an ongoing excellent level of capability in your men. I knew you had commanded the 2/504 until just before I arrived at Ft. Bragg, and CSM Ron Rath spoke highly of his time working with you. No surprise there.
It has been a privilege to serve alongside such a caliber of soldier.
Strike Hold!
Well done, my friend. Well done. And I speak of both your combat jump, your commitment to duty and service for the 82d troopers, as well as your article about it.
Thank you, John, for the kind words. Coming from Bravo Blue Six, a man I have looked up to for over half a century, those words are most appreciated. The jump was a means to get to the real mission, to care for soldiers.I was privileged to be given the opportunity.
Hugh
I found this in my “junk” mail which is why I m so tardy. Thanks for your service, this contribution, putting up with me as your Ranger buddy and WP roommate. It was a privilege to try and fill your job during Desert Shield when you deployed and I came down from Keller to pitch in.
Thanks for the kind words, Bruce. It has been my privilege to have you as a friend and colleague for now going on 60 years!
Where did the time go …?
Hugh, What a great story and very well written. I was on the edge of my seat reading it. So many things drew in further and further into your telling of it. For one, as an Army brat myself I lived for 3 years in Panama so of course I was intrigued with a first-hand account of the event. Second, again being a brat I could so relate to the part about your daughter. I remember my dad having to say good-bye a couple of different times although I didn’t always understand fully what that meant. I am curious who you left your daughter with when you left? Lastly, it never cease to be amazed that the vast array of experiences that we BOTL’ers have been privileged to be a part of over the 55 years since graduation. Your story ranks right up there with the best of them.
Dear Ray, thanks for your kind words. I appreciate, too, your thoughtful comments, coming especially from one who grew up as an Army Brat, and who had many of those experiencs in Panama.
My daughter and I were home together that weekend. She called her mom to come home from Charlotte with the other children, and waited for the few hours until they arrived. It didn’t seem unusual for the times.
I agree to about the myriad experiences we have all had since graduation! I am proud to be a member of the Class of 1969!
BOTL!