MARCH 8, 2018 Greg Rolles
The SAS Culture 8 March 2018 When I was younger I dreamed of being in the army. I wanted to be the guy who saved the innocent child by shooting the crazy bad guy. I wanted to help people by doing the hard work no one else wanted; to serve my country, protect the innocent, be the good guy. Anzac, G.I. Joe – you name it. I wanted the adventure, the excitement and, as I saw it at the time, to spend my life doing the best I could to do the right thing.
I spent most of my childhood wanting to be a fighter pilot, but I was never committed enough at school to get the required marks, and getting my pilot’s license was something well beyond my working class family’s comprehension and/or means. So I started dreaming about intelligence: being a spy like James Bond, cool, sophisticated, confidently killing the bad guys one martini at a time.
Once I was in the army, doing officer training, the biggest conversation amongst cadets was what we wanted to do when we finished training. A lot of cadets wanted to join the Special Forces. I had mucked around, failed uni and worked at Woolworths for a few years between school and going to ADFA (university and the army), so I was a little more realistic about what being in the Special Forces meant. Trying to join the SAS would require hard work and determination. I had felt completely unmotivated. Yet, when a guy came and gave a talk at ADFA about the SAS and Special Forces; it triggered something in my mind. Maybe I should try and join?
The message was that these guys not only get the excitement, they do the greatest good and kill the hardest to reach bad guys. It was the culmination of all of the action movies I had ever watched. More than that, maybe I would be missing on truly living if I wasn’t doing secretive missions, sniping bad guys who were trying to hurt innocent Australians. The SAS were the best of the best, the epitome of the good guy, moral, upright defenders of all that is just in the world. What a way to spend my life.
Around the same time as the SAS presentation, I was doing some training near Canberra. I was enjoying myself immensely. We pushed ourselves physically, learnt a lot and were living life to its fullest. After walking up a particularly steep hill at the end of a navigation exercise, I caught my breath and we rested for a bit. I felt so happy to be there, so alive.
I looked down at my rifle and realised, not for the first time, the irony that I was enjoying life so much and here I was training to take someone else’s.
Usually I could tell myself that they were the bad guys and I was the good guy, but sitting there, staring at my rifle, that line held no truth for me anymore. It was the first time that I seriously doubted the morality of killing anyone for any reason. Something about it just seemed wrong.
It was on the same exercise I learnt to use a claymore mine. My feelings were confirmed as I realised that I didn’t ever want to use that weapon on anyone; not even if they were planning on killing me.
In the following ten years of university, teaching and living in Christian Community I learned that the Australian Military was never, in my life time, involved in defending Australia. We were an attacking army that invaded and killed people for their resources.
Throughout that decade, I still thought of the SAS as the good guys, although I don’t know why. Perhaps there was some residual hope in my head that those who I had perceived to be the ‘best of the best’ were decent people.
I had read a lot of stories and allegations of the SAS in Afghanistan and Iraq, but on 2 October 2014, I learnt a brutal truth.
I knew SAS 4 Squadron that trains on Swan Island was intimately connected to US Special Forces through the Joint Special Operations Command, even being ordered around by and taking part in US missions. I knew JSOC had committed water torture, illegal imprisonment and illegal battlefield executions. I knew they hooded and cuffed people for no reason. But in my heart of hearts, I believed Australian SAS soldiers couldn’t be involved in these horrendous crimes.
While I was peacefully protesting the killing of innocent people, an SAS soldier crashed tackled me to the ground and my last illusion was shattered.
I was bound, hooded and tortured by an SAS soldier.
I had read a lot about these things, but not until that point could I understand that generating feelings of fear, terror and hopelessness was at the apex of Australian military training. This is what we were doing to people in other countries, just because we could take what we wanted. There was no honour here, no glory, no justice and no righteousness. There was just power and pain.
On 12 August 2018, Maurice Blackburn will be representing myself and two others at a civil case to sue the Commonwealth for the way we were treated that morning. I am luckier than most of the victims of the Australian SAS. I have a chance to hold my captors to account.
Along with other members of the Swan Island Peace Convergence, I will speak the truth of the bloody fruits of the SAS before a court and the Australian public. Most of us believe the lie that we need a military, or that, even if our leaders are misleading, the troops are just doing the best job they can. Because of this lie I have faced ridicule, with people close to me saying I copped what I deserved and should even have been shot for the crime of trespass.
But the truth is as clear to me now as that day 13 years ago, staring at my rifle: Killing and hurting people is wrong.
Ignoring that basic truth has created a culture in the SAS of impunity, torture and violence against people who never did anything to us. I will speak that truth for many others who have wrongfully found themselves at the receiving end of an SAS weapon or boot.
I will speak for the humanity in all of us who know, deep down, that things can be different.
See the original on Greg’s blog
Thank you Greg for your actions and your words. Your witness is crucial. May it provide a cultural watershed into a different and kinder world 🙂
This is the first lesson all soldiers should learn…..that killing people is wrong.
Thank you for your courage in sharing your story. I, too, always longed to be that kind of hero….but found a compassionate and moral life much more in keeping with my own humanity.
Inspired by Greg’s article – a very fine and strongly worded reality check. good on you Greg, and all who work nonviolently towards peace. Such a shame that you three brave stalwarts have had to endure such a long wait to get heard, to see justice done. Even if the settlement reached doesn’t get an apology from SAS or ADF, at least they have been held to account by you all – and this would definitely have had an impact within the ranks. And I hope the entire experience doesn’t deter you from participating in future in whatever you feel called to do to defend justice, to discourage those who are meant to be serving our nation, from committing atrocities on innocent people.
Sending you all lots of loving support and gratitude.
Jo Vall.