It is dark. We are in the midst of the FBP (Final Battle Problem). Neither side truly knows the others intentions. The seas are perfect, and the moon is only half full. The Chilean coastline presents a smugglers dream of coves and imposing cliffs, making almost all radar useless. The coastal waters of Chile are also very, very deep. This makes the unpleasant Type 209 and Scorpene diesel submarines a particular nuisance.
Although each side is being driven to take on certain tasks by the CECG (Combined Exercise Control Group), the initiative and creativity of each is only tempered by the uncertainty of what the other is doing. In short, it’s just like the real state of conflict. Where each plan is fabulous, until it comes into contact with the enemy. What is fascinating about this event is the depth of complexity. Each side has its own national command authority and attached legal staff. This is not a simple point and shoot event. There is even a UN and multinational aspect to the operation. In short, it’s a total…well you get the drift.
Let’s be clear, no one, especially myself, yearns for war. The thought of its destructive power is an anathema to most soldiers. What is appealing is the complexities the problems of strategy and tactics present to those engaged. A general once stated (modern I believe) that he loved combat, but it was war he hated. I am sure he was vilified for his seemingly barbaric statement, but I am certain that it was the struggle of wills and minds which captured his fascination and not the carnage.
Crap, gotta go, Chief Staff is calling…