Oregon Army MARS

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Communications between troops, their families, and loved ones has not always been as simple and quick as it is today. During the Second World War and Korea mail was sometimes opened, copied to microfilm, and then flown Stateside. Upon arrival the process was reversed and the letters were delivered to their destinations via the United States Postal Service.

During the Korean Conflict, and the Vietnam War radio communications had developed to the point were telephone-patches were often used. But, as you may know, the silence following a distant phone call is deafening. There is no substitute for cursive or printed words that a GI can read over and over.

The Military Affiliate Radio Service (MARS) was established in 1927. By the time the 1991 Gulf War began MARS – Air Force, Army, and Navy – were groups of highly trained traffic (message) handlers. Twenty-five word messages going to and coming from the Gulf were often initiated and delivered on the same day.

The Internet, as we know it, did not yet exist. Instead, there were a dozen of us scattered throughout Oregon – all 50 states, for that matter – gathered on assigned military frequencies, and participating in daily HF Single-Sideband Radio Networks. Using our person amateur transceivers and antennas, we moved messages to an appointed digital gateway station, which then passed them on to the East Coast for transmission to the Middle East.

My amateur radio call sign is N7NET, my MARS call sign was AAR0CM. Leo, who has since passed on, was KB7LOC. His MARS call sign was AAR0DG. I operated from a small, travel trailer dedicated for MARS work. Leo worked from a pickup camper.

As the ’91 Gulf War began we used a newspaper ad to explain what we were about and what we could do, and that the service was free, and we were open seven days each week.

My answering machine was usually chucked full of what parents, wives, and girlfriends wanted to say. Sometimes I would finish transposing these phone messages into 25-word MARS message by two the following morning, early enough to catch forty-winks before going back to my day job.

After the war was over MARS calculated that the dozen of us in Oregon had handled some 10,000 messages during those few short weeks. The newspaper clipping I’ve attached explains much of what we did. MARS management frowned on publicity, so I didn’t show up for the photo session.

I was 54 years old at the time, too old to serve actively in the military, though I would have returned as a maintainer, maintaining communications and navigation systems on B-52s and other combat aircraft, and done so in a heartbeat.

Of course, they didn’t call, but working through MARS proved we, as individuals are never too old to serve our country.

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5 thoughts on “Oregon Army MARS

  1. Thank you. I gave Uncle ten years as a combat aircraft maintainer. But when ’91 came around I was too old. I had to find another way to serve. I’ll re-blog the account of the the father call me late one night after his son stopped his tank at phone booth in Iraq long enough call collect from the battlefield.

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  2. Thank you for your service. And for sharing that story and for your attitude on service. As part of the Blogging 101 course, today’s assignment was to read other’s response to the I Pledge Allegiance prompt. It’s been disheartening, some of the posts I’ve read. Very anti-American, anti-military, anti-establishment. I guess the irony that it’s all these very things they are railing against that gives them the right to do so.

    Thank you for serving our country and for doing your part to bring happiness and comfort to those serving in the Gulf War. I watched my sister live through it while her husband was in Iraq flying search and rescue helicopters for the Air Force. Every piece of communication was treasured and allowed her some measure of comfort knowing in that moment, at least, he was safe.

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    • Thank you so very much.

      I considered for more than a year whether I should post my MARS activity, wondering if it was bragging, akin to those who flash metals they didn’t earn. But since I’m doing this blog for my kids to have after I’ve departed I felt compelled to record the event, and then let the chips fall where they may.

      Thank you for your kind words.

      Scott

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