Preface
John Boyd was arguably the most important
American military thinker since the late 19th Century sea power theorist,
Admiral Alfred Thayer Mahan. Best known for his formulation of the “OODA Loop”
as a model for competitive decision making, Colonel Boyd left his mark as well
on air combat tactics, maneuver warfare, and what we now call
“fourth-generation warfare.” On no branch of the service was his influence
greater than on the U.S. Marine Corps. “From John Boyd,” wrote General Charles
Krulak, then the Marine commander, “we
learned about competitive decision making on the battlefield – compressing time,
using time as an ally.”[1]
An aggressive man, Boyd naturally favored
the offense, as exemplified by the blitzkrieg or “lightning war”
advocated by the Chinese master Sun-tzu, the German tank commander Heinz
Guderian, and the British partisan leader T. E. Lawrence, better known as
Lawrence of Arabia. Boyd was less interested in defensive tactics, though in
his culminating, fifteen hour brief, A Discourse on Winning and Losing,
he did dwell at some length on the problem of what he called
“counter-guerrilla” operations.
Boyd died in 1997, after Osama bin Laden’s
“declaration of war” against the United States, but before America’s trauma of
September 11, 2001, in which the al-Qaeda leader set us on a course to our
subsequent difficulties in Afghanistan and Iraq.[2]
Given another ten years of life, Boyd certainly would have addressed the
question I attempt to answer here: How to fight the War on Terror? How
should we have orchestrated our response to the al-Qaeda attacks – or, in the
parlance of the 21st Century: how would John Boyd have us fight a
fourth-generation war?
I was a college student during the Korean
War, and I was drafted soon after graduating, to serve the then-customary two
years in an Army essentially the same as the one that landed at Normandy in
June 1944. Nor had it changed that much when I bought a ticket to Saigon in
1964, to work for a time as a correspondent for a progressive journal called The
Nation. In my travels around South Vietnam, I found that Special Forces had
acquired a new respectability, along with the iconic green beret and a
lightweight rifle that would eventually be adopted as the M-16. Similarly,
helicopter pilots had been supplied with Kevlar flak vests (which they usually
chose to sit on rather than wear). Such minor improvements apart, the U.S. Army
that struggled in the rain forests and paddy fields of Vietnam was identical to
the one I’d served somewhat reluctantly a few years before, and that in turn had
helped win the Second World War. That was the conception of military operations
that I carried into the 21st Century.
But in April 2003, as I followed the
invasion of Iraq on real-time television – itself an astonishing innovation – I
discovered that my knowledge was badly outdated. American weapons were subtly
different; and American troops could see in the dark – indeed, preferred to move
at night, whereas in earlier wars their fathers and grandfathers had been
notably afraid of the dark. The troops were so accustomed to moving in armored
vehicles that men on foot were known as “dismounts.” Most surprising of all, to
me anyhow, was the sight of American columns running and gunning up both banks
of the Euphrates with no apparent concern for securing their rear or
maintaining a supply route. This was, I realized, an entirely new sort of
warfare.
Accordingly, I signed up for an online
master’s program at King’s College London, where my tutors would be bright
young men and women of that institution’s War Studies program, and my
classmates a medley of mid-career military officers and civilians. About half
of them, I suppose, were majors in the British Army. (Not the least of my
findings was that, while Britain has a Royal Navy, it doesn’t have a Royal
Army. It seems that the ground forces were founded by the regicide Oliver
Cromwell.) The others were serving officers in the Royal Air Force and the
American, Danish, and Swedish armed forces, along with teachers, entrepreneurs,
and civil servants from Singapore to Los Angeles, plus a seventy-something
journalist from New Hampshire. War in the Modern World was a three-year program
based on online textbooks and discussions, plus more reading than anyone
possibly could have accomplished. Instead of sitting for exams, we submitted
essays – research papers, in American usage.
My
final term was given over to what was grandly termed Strategic Dimensions of
Contemporary Warfare. Among the strategists, of course, was Carl von Clausewitz
(1780-1831), whose On War became the foundation of Western military
thought. I enjoyed my introduction to the Prussian master, though I agonized over
the linear nature of his concept of war, stepping so neatly (as it seemed to
me) from Strategy to Planning to Tactics, without any possibility that tactics
might in turn influence strategy. Perhaps that worked for the Napoleonic wars,
when the strategist and the field commander were one and the same person, but
it hardly seemed appropriate in a day when the commander of the U.S. Marines
could write in all seriousness of the “strategic corporal” – that is, the young
soldier in charge of a fire team who could, by calling in bombs upon a village,
affect the standing of a nation.
In my first essay for the course, I tried to make the
process circular by applying the Hegelian dialectic, whereby the final term in
each triad (thesis – antithesis – synthesis) begins another, similar, and more
elegant round. Alas, it didn’t work, or at least not well enough. Tactics do
indeed influence Strategy, or should, but only in the sense of refining it, not
in creating something new. In the end, I punted the effort into the future,
hoping that John Boyd and his OODA Loop might provide a way to break out of the
Clausewitzian triad. So it proved – or so I argued in my last essay for War in
the Modern World.
This small book melds those two essays
with my concluding dissertation on how Boyd’s theories might be applied to
counter-insurgency.[3] Limited
respectively to 1,500, 3,000, and 15,000 words, they didn’t provide much
latitude for expression, so now I take the opportunity to expand on them. In
what follows, I discuss John Boyd’s written and oral legacy and his influence
upon the U.S. military toward the end of the 20th Century, as demonstrated in
our two wars against Iraq. I pay particular attention to the relationship Boyd
saw between blitzkrieg and guerrilla operations, and the ways in which each
might be countered. As a test of his methodology, I advance (and tentatively
discard) the U.S. Marines’ Combined Action Platoon of the Vietnam War as a
solution that he might have embraced.
1 - The Mad Major
John Boyd was born in the hardscrabble
town of Erie, Pennsylvania, in 1927. His father died when he was three, at the
onset of the Great Depression, and he was brought up by his widowed mother, who
worked three jobs to rear him and four siblings, one of whom was stricken by
polio and another by schizophrenia. Toward the end of World War II, young Boyd
enlisted in the U.S. Army Air Forces but was rejected for flight training
because of “low aptitude.”[4] Instead, the
Army put him to work as a swimming instructor in occupied Japan.
Discharged in 1947, he enrolled as an
engineering student at the University of Iowa. It wasn’t a success.
“Academically,” as Grant Hammond tells us in The Mind of War, “Boyd was competent but inconsistent,
undisciplined, and occasionally just not interested.”[5]
He switched his concentration to economics, partied, swam competitively – and
joined the Reserve Officers' Training Corps then ubiquitous on American
campuses. In 1951, the second year of the Korean War, Boyd earned his
bachelor’s degree and a commission in the newly fledged United States Air
Force. Again he applied for flight training, and this time he demonstrated a
considerable aptitude, throwing his North American T-6 trainer “around the sky
in such a fearless manner that it seemed to others as if he had done it a thousand
times.”[6]
Transitioning to jet fighters, Lieutenant
Boyd was just as aggressive. “I had to bend the shit out of that airplane,” he
once boasted of his mock combat with flight instructors and fellow students.[7]
He especially enjoyed the lack of structure in flight training in the 1950s, as
he recalled on another occasion: “We didn’t have any rules when I went into it.
It was fantastic. Of course we killed a lot of guys. We killed more guys in
training than we did in Korea.”[8] The Air
Force did have rules, of course, but Boyd preferred to make his own.
Oddly, for a man often called America’s
greatest fighter pilot, Boyd was never credited with an air-to-air victory over
an enemy aircraft. He reached Korea in March 1953, four months before the
armistice was signed, and not time enough to accumulate the thirty missions
that would qualify him as a “shooter,” instead of a wingman tasked with
guarding his flight leader.
Postwar, Boyd was assigned to the USAF
Fighter Weapons School at Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada, first as a student,
then an instructor. He was a demanding teacher. “If the guy really wants to
learn and has some problem,” as he explained his system in later years, “you do
not have to give him the 2x4. But if the guy has an obstruction” – i.e., had an
overly high opinion of his abilities – “I would cut his balls off in 10 seconds.”[9] The castration would take the form of an
air-to-air humiliation. Boyd began the dogfight as he usually did, with the
student directly behind him – “on his six,” as pilots say, the six o’clock
position being the most advantageous for the attacker – and in under forty
seconds reverse their positions, meanwhile shouting “Guns, guns, guns!”
to let the student know that in the real world he would have been a dead man.
In this manner he earned the nickname of Forty Second Boyd.
Boyd loved the freedom he found in aerial
combat. And he too was learning. In the air with his students – or a fellow
instructor, or a challenger from another airbase – he made one of those
connections for which he would become famous. “I had a degree in economics,” as
he recalled toward the end of his life. What a fighter pilot did in the clear
Nevada air, he realized, was not all that different from what John D.
Rockefeller had done with Standard Oil, or E. H. Harriman with the Union
Pacific railroad. “This is like 19th Century capitalism in the sky!” he
exulted. “All we’re doing is free-booting. We’re buccaneers. This is fantastic.
We can do whatever in the hell we goddamn please. Those generals don’t know what
the hell we’re doing.”[10]
In an interview taped after he retired,
Boyd describes that mock combat over the Nevada desert in terms that illuminate
the unique way his mind worked:











