Humberto Fontova: The Bay of Pigs -- Anniversary of Heroism and Shame





[Humberto Fontova is the author of "Exposing the Real Che Guevara and the Useful Idiots Who Idolize Him."]

"They fought like tigers," writes the CIA officer who helped train the Cubans who splashed ashore at the Bay of Pigs 46 years ago this week. "But their fight was doomed before the first man hit the beach."

That CIA man, Grayston Lynch, knows something about fighting – and about long odds. He carried scars from Omaha Beach, The Battle of the Bulge and Korea's Heartbreak Ridge. But in those battles Lynch and his band of brothers could count on the support of their own chief executive. At the Bay of Pigs, Grayston Lynch (an American) and his band of brothers (Cubans) learned — first in speechless shock and finally in burning rage — that their most powerful enemies were not Castro's Soviet-armed soldiers massing in Santa Clara, Cuba, but the Ivy League's best and brightest conferring in Washington.

Grayston Lynch put it on the line for the U.S. Constitution like few living today. I'd say he's earned the right to indulge in a little "freedom of speech."

So when he writes, "Never have I been so ashamed of my country" about the bloody and shameful events 46 years ago this month at the Bay of Pigs, I'd say we owe him a respectful audience.

Lynch commanded, in his own words, "brave boys who had never before fired a shot in anger" — college students, farmers, doctors, common laborers, whites, blacks, mulattoes. They were known as La Brigada 2506. An almost precise cross-section of Cuban society of the time.

Short on battle experience, yes, but they fairly burst with what Bonaparte and George Patton valued most in a soldier — morale. No navel-gazing about "why they hate us." They'd seen the face of Castro/communism point-blank. And that's all it takes.

They set their jaws and resolved to smash this murderous barbarism that was ravaging their homeland.

They went at it with a vengeance.

These "brave boys" fought till the last round, without food or water, and inflicted losses of almost 30-to-1 against their Soviet-trained and arm-lavished enemy.

Castro defectors, some the very doctors who attended the casualties, say the invading freedom-fighters inflicted over 3,500 casualties on their Stalinist enemy. Castro and Che were jittery there for a while, urging caution in the counterattack. From the lethal fury of the attack and the horrendous casualties their troops and militia were taking, the Stalinist leaders assumed they faced at least "20,000 invading mercenaries," as they called them.

Yet it was a band of mostly civilian volunteers they outnumbered 40-to-1, led by the heroic Erneido Oliva. (A black Cuban, by the way, Messieurs Rangel and Sharpton.) A high percentage of these men had wives and children. But to hear Castro's echo chamber (the mainstream and academia), Fidel was the plucky David and the invaders the bumbling Goliath.

The invaders themselves suffered 100 dead. Four were American pilot "advisers," who defied direct orders to abandon the men they'd trained and befriended. "Nuts!" they barked — but at their own commander in chief.

These U.S. volunteers — Pete Ray, Riley Shamburger, Leo Barker, and Wade Grey — suited up, gunned the engines, and joined the fight. These were Southern boys, not pampered Ivy Leaguers, so there was no navel-gazing.

They had archaic notions of right and wrong, of honor and loyalty, of who America's enemies really are. Their Cuban brothers were being slaughtered on that heroic beachhead. Knowing their lumbering B-26s were sitting ducks for Castro's unmolested jets and Sea Furies, all four Alabama air guard volunteers flew over the doomed beachhead to lend support to their betrayed brothers in arms.

All four Americans were shot down. All four have their names in a place of honor next to their Cuban comrades on The Bay of Pigs Memorial, plus streets named after them in Miami's Little Havana, plus their crosses at Miami's Cuban Memorial cemetery.

When Doug MacArthur waded ashore on Leyte, he grabbed a radio: "People of the Philippines: I have returned. By the grace of Almighty God our forces stand again on Philippine soil — soil consecrated in the blood of our two peoples."

Cuban soil was similarly consecrated.

To quote author Haynes Johnson, "The Bay of Pigs was a battle where heroes were made." And how! We call them "men," but Brigadista Felipe Rondon was 16 years old when he grabbed his 57 mm cannon and ran to face one of Castro's Stalin tanks point blank. At 10 yards he fired at the clanking, lumbering beast and it exploded, but the momentum kept it going and it rolled over little Felipe. Gilberto Hernandez was 17 when a round from a Czech burp gun put out his eye. Castro's troops were swarming in but he held his ground, firing furiously with his recoilless rifle for another hour, until the Reds finally surrounded him and killed him with a shower of grenades....


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