Who Needs an XO Anyway?
I was a wonderful executive officer. Commanders are always talking about " completed staff work", and I always provided completed staff work. I had always thought that, if I ever became CO, I would want an Exec just like me.
I had been an interim CO once before assuming command of HMM-262. I knew it wouldn't last, so I did not have an XO, but did all of those duties myself.
Finally, in September 1968, I had a real command, and a real executive officer; and he was old, even older than I was ( I assumed command of 262 the day before my thirty-eighth birthday). He was from Minnesota (or somewhere
else in the great north woods). Leo Ihli had even flown F6F's in an operational squadron, so I knew that he had been in long enough to know the ropes.
We sat down together and I outlined the way I wanted the squadron to work. I talked about "completed staff work" as my COs had always talked about it, and explained that one of us would always be in the office. If I flew in the morning,
he was to be at the desk, and visa-versa. He nodded his understanding, never being much for words. We would alternate flying in the morning and afternoons.
All went well until the first day; I took off on my first flight as "Chatterbox 6" secure in the knowledge that Leo was at the desk checking the morning report, etc . Instead, Leo stood in the door of the Ops hut and watched me take off.
When he was sure I was gone, he grabbed one of the young HACs and spoke to him about his pale , wan look, and allowed as how he probably should be in bed rather than risking his crew when he was obviously not in any condition to fly. This was a deal that a lieutenant could not refuse, so the young lad quickly retired to the hootch. Leo graciously jumped in and filled the hole in the flight schedule.
To make a long story short, the scenario was repeated for the next six months of my command. I went out to fly, only to return to find that all of the paper that I had left there was still there, untouched by human hands. Leo was a flier, not a paper pusher. After about three months, I finally gave up all night standby duties; medevac, sparrow-hawk etc. What with flying all day and massaging paper when I wasn't, I just could no longer keep up.
During my seven months in the squadron, I flew over eight-hundred hours, but guess who flew more? It was Leo Ihli of course. And that was important! All of my field grade officers (save one who will remain anonymous so as not to
bring discredit upon him) flew more than any of the company grade. We felt that it was important to lead by example, and what an example Ihli provided!
In February we were chagrinned to find that all of my Majors, save one, had been passed over for LtCol. I could have cried except that just wouldn't do under the circumstances.
In March of 1969, I turned the squadron over to Jim Wells and assumed the duties of Group 3. It was a cushy job, only requiring my attention about ten or twelve hours a day. They would wake me when there was a night launch.
One "dark and stormy" night I was called to the bunker as they had launched a "Chatterbox" flight on an emergency medevac to pick up a snake bite case. We listened as he tried to thread his way through the canyons and clouds to
pick up the unfortunate snuffy. "This is Softball Delta, we think we hear you", "We can see your lights in the clouds" etc., etc. Leo's calm voice oozed assurance to the radio operator as he asked for further guidance and explained that he would try another route. Time after time I tried to raise Leo on the radio to tell him to wait for better weather. His radio that worked so well with "Softball" was deaf to my pleas. I grew hoarse attempting to raise him to no avail.
I thought that I would be able to stop this dangerous business when he returned to refuel, but he outfoxed me and refueled at LZ Stud.
Five hours later Leo Finally returned with the snake bite victim, who was feeling fine and had no symptoms except for a superficial bite mark. I was livid, "Leo, did it ever occur to you that after five hours without symptoms that the
snake might just not have been poisonous?" "No Sir", he said," I just knew that one of our Marines needed help."
I later commanded another squadron, and never did have the perfect XO, though I had a very good one, a very bad one, and Leo. But if I ever got to go to combat again, I would want Leo Ihli as my XO, though that would be impossible since Leo, and all of my other passed-over majors were promoted the next time around.
Sam Small
From Sam Small E-Mail to Tigers
Tigers:
I was looking through my sea-bag and found a handful of MPC. I know
I must owe some of you guys money so I am sending it by E-Mail. I will
hereafter consider myself debt-free.
Sam Small
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