Operation Wagon Train (1989)
Kanne had been gifted with two capable subordinates in Colonel Oliver North (commanding SATPO’s motorized brigade) and Colonel Stanley McChrystal (responsible for the two airborne brigades); in the weeks following his arrival at Omaha, the three men fleshed out the details of an initial plan of attack which would form part of the overall counter-insurgency strategy discussed by Brennan.
The plan they ultimately settled on was simple in the extreme: given that the most visible manifestation of the insurgency in western Montana was the government’s loss of control over the main roads connecting Missoula, Butte and Helena (leading to a brewing humanitarian crisis in Missoula at least, grainy photographs of which were beginning to circulate both within and without the CSA), SATPO would introduce themselves to the region with an unmistakeable show of force aimed at clearing these roads. A heavily armed aid convoy would be assembled in full view in Billings (the westernmost major city largely free of insurgent activity), and would proceed, assisted by detachments from the airborne brigades, to Missoula via Helena over a period of three days. Haig had told Kanne in confidence that several ground attack aircraft, although technically still part of the air arm of the Grangeland CSR’s People’s Militia, could be available at short notice in the likelihood that the insurgents chose to engage the convoy.
As Kanne and Brennan had expected, information about the rapidly assembling convoy flowed almost unrestricted to the insurgents. While its true strength remained hidden for the time being, the fact that an unusually large column of trucks would be dispatched to Missoula, presumably for humanitarian purposes, was a matter of common knowledge by mid-May. Brennan’s nascent intelligence-gathering apparatus embedded within various insurgent cells reported unusual movements from 15 May onwards, accelerating as the month went on, as insurgents, drawn to the prospect of plunder as moths to a flame, prepared to mount the largest show of force the Northwest Montana Insurgency had seen thus far.
The convoy’s anticipated path ran through Hale’s Army territory, so it was natural that overall command of the operation fell to the increasingly delusional and meth-addled John Hale. His three hundred regular members of Hale’s Army had been swollen to around seven hundred and fifty by the arrival of dozens of cells of unaffiliated insurgents: successfully hijacking the convoy would make him by far the most powerful man in Northwest Montana. His intended plan of action differed in scale, but not in nature, from what Hale’s Army had been doing day in and day out for over a year: it was simply a matter of deciding where to deploy the additional four hundred militants to best effect. By this point, Hale was reasonably certain of the route the convoy would take, and had come to know the relevant roads extremely well. After some deliberation, he settled on a stretch of road roughly equidistant between the hamlets of Garrison and Drummond as the natural spot for an ambush. Shortly after 0900 on 3 June 1989, the convoy set out from Billings: the insurgency’s network of informants managed to notify Hale within ninety minutes. Silently and known to as few people as possible, the main body of Hale’s Army took up positions in the scrubland behind the ridge overlooking the Garrison-Drummond road.
After two days of steady progress – the convoy had met minimal resistance, confined to a handful of insurgents firing a few shots at the lead vehicle before fleeing into the surrounding countryside – Kanne and North ordered a halt outside Butte: in total, they had covered roughly two hundred and thirty miles. By midnight on 5 June, they’d received cause to thank Brennan.
Ironically, given Hale’s increasing paranoia about informants within his militia – in late April, he’d shot his second-in-command under the suspicion that he was passing on information to the People’s Militia – and his tight control of signals emissions over the proceeding forty-eight hours, his position was ultimately betrayed by his men’s campfires, which attracted the notice of a combat reconnaissance aircraft which had been circling, unseen, over the road between Butte and Missoula and its surrounding countryside. Deciding against investigating further (and fearing that an extended presence at lower altitudes would attract the attention of Hale’s Army) the aircraft let SATPO’s central command know that somewhere between seven and eight hundred men were encamped on the Garrison-Drummond road and that an attack would almost certainly be made on the convoy in the morning.
On 5 June, the convoy set out on its last leg from Butte to Missoula. The last vehicle had passed through Garrison when a rear observer noticed the presence of two dozen bikers keeping about half a mile back from the main convoy: Hale had evidently decided to spring his trap. As the convoy drew ever closer to the concealed insurgents, a team of insurgents originally affiliated with the New Nauvoo Legion prepared to unveil their secret weapon: a five year old anti-tank weapon delivery system purchased from a particularly well-equipped People’s Militia unit three months prior. Aside from this, and a handful of IEDs deployed on the main road, which would cripple a truck but have little effect on a tracked vehicle, Hale’s Army would have to rely on small arms.
At 1047, with the convoy passing directly below the ridge, Hale gave the order to open fire. The lead IFV, hit with an anti-tank round, was instantly immobilised. As the surviving crew scrambled to escape the burning vehicle and the comparatively defenceless trucks squealed to a halt, the entire ridge lit up with gunfire as Hale’s Army brought every weapon it had to bear on the convoy.
For obvious reasons, Hale’s train of thought over the next five minutes will never be known. From his vantage point on the ridge, the sheer chaos below – drivers being mown down by insurgent fire as they crouched behind their vehicles; a supply truck, trying to reverse, hitting an IED; isolated teams of SATPO infantrymen firing blindly at the ridge, their bullets whistling harmlessly over the heads of the insurgents – most likely convinced him that he was on the cusp of the largest victory over government forces yet won by insurgents, and of complete control over Northwest Montana. Whatever his thoughts, they were cut off abruptly when two ground attack aircraft loitering at thirty-six thousand feet dropped thermobaric munitions on the ridge.
The precise point at which Hale was killed is similarly unclear: although it is assumed that his corpse was among the fifty later recovered which were too badly burned for identification, no evidence has emerged from the handful of eyewitness accounts of the next nightmarish period which would settle the matter one way or the other. He might have been virtually incinerated in one of the initial blasts; he might have choked to death on his own blood, trying to breathe with lungs destroyed by the subsequent shockwaves; he might have still been on the ridge when the counterattack by SATPO infantry secured it from the handful of dazed and badly injured insurgents still present; or he might have fled the ridge and either encountered the SATPO airborne squadrons which had been transported several miles behind the ridge by helicopter in the middle of the night or simply succumbed to his injuries or the wilderness. Whatever the truth, Hale was dead: Hale’s Army, transformed in the course of fifteen minutes from the most dangerous internal threat posed to the governance of the CSA in half a century into a few dozen burned and terrified men, died with him.
Of the vehicles in the SATPO convoy, only the lead IFV and the supply truck which had hit the IED were irreparable. The road had been cleared by midday, and the convoy resumed its journey at 1300, arriving at Missoula without further incident at 1430. With a surprising flair for public relations, Kanne insisted on riding in the uncovered lead vehicle as the convoy entered the city, ensuring that his picture would appear on the front page of dozens of newspapers and periodicals published in the CSA the next day. The implicit message of the image, not lost on the assembled press corps, was simple: the government was making its presence known in Montana again.