Lines of Departure #1: We can put a man on the moon, but…
Call me, “Tom.”
I’m a retired infantry officer, lieutenant colonel, a recovering attorney, and a science fiction and military fiction writer for Baen Publishing. I’m also a political refugee and defector from the People’s Republic of Massachusetts. Currently I make my home, with my wife and a couple of children, in Blacksburg, Virginia.
Yes, I’m a curmudgeon. I came by it honestly; I acquired it with age.
I’ll be talking mostly about military and foreign affairs, though not necessarily exclusively. Those are the things that interest me. Those are the things I’m reasonably knowledgeable about. And, for reasons I hope to make clear over the next several months, those are things that ought to concern everybody else, too.
“Wow; that’s just like a real rifle, only smaller.”
--Captain Sam Swindell, sneering comment to a Special Forces Team, themselves making a fashion statement with their M177s, Rhein-Main Airport, 1997
Here, on the fortieth anniversary (49th now) of the month I enlisted into the Army, it seems apropos to note that the United States Army and Marine Corps are still carrying versions of the same rifle I was issued at Fort Polk, Louisiana, in 1974.
What a success story; an American classic. America, F&%k Yeah!
Except it’s not.
First, a little history: Think for a moment about another American classic, the Ford Edsel. You know, the Edsel? The byword for commercial failure? The car murdered by then Ford Vice President Robert S. McNamara Edsel?
Interestingly, not only was our current, super-efficient, streamlined, ever victorious and all conquering Department of Defense (Ahem; you guys know I’m not being serious there, right?) designed by that same Robert McNamara, but this was also the same man who tried to inflict what turned out to be a fine heavy bomber, the F111/FB111, on the Navy, as a fighter for – you can’t make this stuff up – carrier operations. Not that the F111 turned out to be a bad plane; it was, in fact, impressive. But it didn’t belong with the Navy, which canceled its participation as soon as McNamara was safely out of the way.
McNamara seems to have been gifted with the reverse Midas Touch, where most everything important that he touched turned to crap.
And it was he, the man who tried to make the Navy take a heavy bomber, who also inflicted the M16 on a mostly unenthusiastic and unwilling Army.
It was never a great rifle. It had its good points, sure, notably weight and weight of ammunition, plus soft recoil. But for combat performance, reliability, ease of maintenance? Meh. And the tumbling of the bullet in flesh, and some of the ghastly wounds inflicted, for both of which the M16 is famous, are largely functions of the bullet design, not of the rifle.
And we still have it, forty years after I joined the Army and more than fifty years after Robert Strange (I told you; you can’t make this crap up) McNamara ordered production of the M14 rifle stopped, thereby leaving little recourse to adoption of the M16 by the Army and Marine Corps.
At least the Marines have adopted an improved version, rather than the Army’s firearms equivalent of Devo. Devo? De-evolution? Oh, yes. The M16 was no great shakes, but the current Army version, the M4, while lighter and more compact than the M16 rifle I first carried – hence, just ever so cool, indeed, too cool for words, and what a fashion statement! – is also even less capable than the full sized rifle. Some reports from Afghanistan suggest it is inherently less reliable, in sustained combat, as well. (Wanat, depending on whose story you read.) I’d call that “de-evolution.” That said, even the full length M16, firing the 5.56mm, is hardly adequate to combat at some of the ranges experienced both in Afghanistan and Iraq. And that is the big reason why we must have a new rifle firing a better, longer ranged round than the 5.56.
In the last forty years there have been a number of attempts at replacing the M16 family. All, prior to 2008, have failed or been rejected. All were too ambitious.
For example, the rifle project for the 1980s, the Advanced Combat Rifle, demanded a 100% improvement over the M16. A 100% improvement? That means that we will never have a rifle that’s ninety-nine percent better. I’ve read that it only cost three hundred million dollars by the time it was canceled. What a bargain.
A little aside here, when something calls for nothing less than a 100% improvement in a weapon, be very skeptical. Does that mean 25% more accurate, 25% lighter, 25% cheaper, and with 25% better aesthetics for public relations? Would 100% better PR be enough? Or is 100% more accurate necessary? What if it were 100% more accurate, but twice as heavy? And if it cost a hundred times more? All in all, wasn’t it really just an attempt to set a goal nobody could measure? I suspect so.
In any case, in killing the ACR, the Infantry School reported that rifles had reached their peak and only exploding bullets could improve matters. Never mind, of course, that this begged the question of whether the M16 family was that peak. Also, Fort Benning wasn’t serious about the exploding bullets, actually; they’re illegal. As for rifles having reached their peak, no, they haven’t and the only way someone could claim they had was by discounting any improvement that was less than a doubling. More on that a bit later.
Someone, however, apparently took that exploding bullet idea to heart. The next attempt was the OICW, the Objective Infantry Combat Weapon, a combined rifle and (semi) smart, fairly flat shooting, 20mm grenade launcher. This effort, while not reaching the previous attempt’s stated goal of 100% improvement in the rifle, still managed to chop the length of the rifle barrel down to something that even an M4 could sneer at, while allowing for the launching an utterly and preposterously inadequate 20mm grenade, albeit with great accuracy. On the other hand, OICW did at least manage a more that 200% increase…in the weight…before being killed…after spending…well…nobody seems willing to admit what was spent. One suspects that the sunk and lost cost of OICW was just staggering, beyond belief.
And you know what’s really scary there? This is scary: The French PAPOP-2 seems to actually do most of what OICW was supposed to, without either castrating the rifle or making it a joke in poor taste, and while tossing a 35mm grenade that is actually pretty lethal, while keeping the weight within something more or less tolerable. That’s right, the French. Savor the taste of that one for a while.
Ah, but OICW wasn’t a complete waste. After all, we took the Heckler and Koch rifle that had been part of it and made it the M8…oh, wait. No, we killed that one, too. Bu’ bu’ but, we did get the grenade launcher…oh, wait. No, the Senate killed that, citing unreliability. They may as well have killed it for its ridiculous weight – so heavy the Rangers have refused to take it on mission – and preposterous cost, at thirty-five thousand dollars for the launcher and fifty-five dollars a round.
“Fifty-five dollars a round? We sneer at mere cost.” Yes, well, what fifty-five dollars a round meant is that they’d have been too expensive for the troops to train with, in maneuvering live fire, as units. If we’d been lucky, the designated grenadiers would have gotten enough ammunition for a familiarization and an annual qualification, as individuals, which really doesn’t do much for the team. And war is, after all, a team sport.
So what have we ended up with for all the money and time spent? We’ve gotten dead ends, junk, and burdensome paperweights. This is unacceptable. Our soldiers both need and deserve something better than outdated and underperforming weapons. They need something that will get the job done. And they don’t need misconceived, overpriced junk that’s too heavy to port and too expensive to train with.
Next, we'll talk about some promising new technology – and why it probably won't reach the troops.
Additional Commentary, 2023
This column had some odd effects on some readers. Why, one would
almost think I’d been insulting the sacred M1911. In fact, I wasn’t actually
insulting the M16. It isn’t a great rifle, no, but it is adequate for most
purposes, most of the time. It wasn’t adequate, far too often, for the long
range shots required in Afghanistan and Iraq. It’s still, since I am so used to it, the
rifle I would carry if I could only have one rifle.
In any case, though; the target of my ire here – and if you don’t see it, go
back and reread this column and the next one until you do; count lines if necessary –
is the Army’s procurement system, with regard to small arms, while the
prospective hero of the story was LSAT.
RIP LSAT.
Him? Oh, that was me, 1977. I was a 20 year old buck sergeant and had just won the 193rd Infantry Brigade (Canal Zone) Soldier of the Month Competition. One would think I’d look happier than that…but that’s a whole other story.
Copyright ©, Tom Kratman, 2014, 2023
Starting off by slamming the never-to-be-sufficiently damned McNamara. Can't wait to read the rest.