Sean Baldacchin – Canada’s most decorated UN soldier?

Sean BALDACCHIN (AKA HILTS / formerly MARTIN)- Jumper, Pathfinder, Commando!

His entire military narrative is bogus regardless of the “name game” that he’s playing.

Our research indicates that he was never a sniper or patrol pathfinder.

His claimed service in Saudi Arabia 1990-91 during Op FRICTION/SCALPEL, in Somalia 1992-93 during Op DELIVERANCE, with the Canadian Airborne Regiment (CAR), and Rwanda in 1994-95 during Op LANCE with the CAR is nothing but a compete fabrication. We have been in contact with members of the CAR specifically, the Pathfinder Platoon from the early days when it was stood up, in November of 1971, until the regiment was disbanded. They advise that Baldacchin (Hilts) is not known to that fraternity nor did he serve in the CAR at any time, in any capacity!

The Canadian Airborne Regiment coin (#1397) he flashes as proof of service is as bogus and actual recipient is known. The 1300 series of coins were issued 1974-1975 in Edmonton after the Regiment returned from Cyprus.

Over the course of the last year, SV-C has been unable to find any evidence of him ever deploying as a member of the Canadian Army (CA), nor achieving any of the HSLD qualifications he claims. Now, there could be three reasons for that, (1) a long series of admin errors, (2) he’s wearing medals and insignia without any lawful authority or, (3) he’s just a lying sack of shit!

Baldacchin has some connection with the Toronto Scottish Regiment perhaps, as a cadet in the affiliated Cadet Corps or as a junior infantryman in the Reserve Force. He has made the following claims to support his narrative.

“I was a member of the reserves from 1988 to 1990 as a Private in the Toronto Scottish Regiment holding qualifications of Infantryman, Machine gunner, and Basic Parachutist.

I then joined the regular armed forces serving with the 1st Battalion of the Royal Canadian Regiment (1990 until discharged) with whom I earned the qualification of Basic and Master sniper, Infantry Section Commander and the rank of Master Corporal.    

During a portion of my service in the armed forces I was attached to 3 Commando of the Canadian Airborne Regiment.

SVC – Baldacchin would have been the youngest member, by far,  as 3 Mech Cdo was re-designated the 3rd Bn RCR in the Summer of 1977. Simple arithmetic and recorded history indicate that he would have been 4 years old…

My overseas duties did include such tours as Lahr, Germany, Kuwait, Bosnia, Cambodia, Rwanda, Somalia (primarily Mogadishu).

I did mention to individuals that during my military service I was presented the opportunity to apply for a position with CISIS but refused.  Although aspects of my military career and overseas duties have been deemed classified I have never been nor had I ever made the claim that I was an undercover sniper for the government.”

What we have learned,

Baldacchin says that he was from an old-school mafia family. He was enlisted into the CA by his mother, at 15 years of age, to escape a manslaughter conviction. He claimed that were still contracts out on his life so, he had to be constantly conduct counter surveillance drills to stay ahead of the mob.

He also claims that while in Kuwait, his patrol was ambushed by an Iraqi guard but he managed to escape during transport,

In Bosnia with the UN in 1992, he located and excavated a mass grave containing 1000 bodies,

Due to a bomb blast in Cambodia, he missed his wedding date and he was married to his partner via satellite by a chaplain on base,

His wife was killed by a drunk driver while he was on exercise in Petawawa. Subsequently, his Chain of Command then forced him to go to Somalia a month later because of the emotional stress he was going through,

Served in Mogadishu, Somalia until April 1994 as a member of the Canadian Airborne Regiment. Amazingly, the CAR redeployed to Canada in the Spring of 1993,  SVC – He’s not listed on the nominal roll of the CAR BGp for Op DELIVERANCE

Completed two tours in Rwanda 1994 and 1995. He witnessed the killing of male children, the assault and rape of mutilated women,

On third tour in Cambodia, he saw his best friend being killed, and

He was medically released from the Canadian Army as he wasn’t physically / mentally fit for deployment post 9/11.

He has reinvented his past as having First Nations heritage, was a Paramedic, and is now running a tattoo and body piercing parlour In Ontario.

We extended an offer to Baldacchin in order to sort out his situation, we’ve heard nothing back.

Baldacchin wearing the uniform of a Private in the Toronto Scottish Regiment. The jump wings, indicating he severed in designated paratrooper billet, are of the wrong pattern for that uniform.


Of course he saw his best friend being killed. No poser story would be complete without one’s best friend being killed, usually in the bullshitter’s arms. 

We extended an offer to Baldacchin in order to sort out his situation, we’ve heard nothing back.

MEDALS – by a SVC friend and guest commentator

I saw this posted on FB somewhere a while ago and unfortunately I don’t know who wrote this to credit them.

If you served your country be proud of yourself and what you did, not everyone gets deployed, many of those people do a lot of work here back here be it rear party helping out a deployed member’s family taking the stress and worries away so that they can focus on their mission.

I have great pride in my service even though I wasn’t kicking down doors or jumping out of airplanes.

I twisted wrenches, changed engines, transmissions, differentials, wiper blades, oil changes, doing recoveries, following along with a combat team to support their mission if something broke down or, in time of tragedy, when a vehicle hit an IED.

Receiving a thanks, a hug, bottle of water, pat on the back, exchange of reading material, etc meant more to me than a medal on my chest because to this day I still get a thanks or acknowledgement from people.

That’s what the brotherhood (and sisterhood too) is all about…


A proud RCEME mechanic

Denis SURRENDI – Poser Pilot & Plagiarist!


I was dragged into that war,” says Surrendi. “I wanted to express the kind of situation a person can get into. It was terrifying in some cases, to be quite blunt.”

The wife of author Robert Mason (he wrote the award-winning book “Chickenhawk” about his experiences in Vietnam as a helicopter pilot) sent us (TAH) a message on Facebook about this creep, Dennis Surrendi.

According to Ms. Mason, Surrendi lifted nearly all of Mr. Mason’s book and inserted it into his own book “Set Me Free”, so I went looking around the internet for him and I found this article in the Nanton News about the author and his book. Apparently, as with Waverly Reynar, Surrendi was kidnapped and forced into the Vietnam War. I didn’t know that kidnapping Canadians is a thing. Apparently, when the Marines aren’t doing it, the CIA picks up their slack.

Of course, Mr. Surrendi had a skill set that no American would have;

Little did Surrendi know that the CIA was profiling students, and Surrendi — with a varied background that includes playing professional hockey for three years with the Detroit Red Wings and Chicago Blackhawks, is a neurosurgeon, has a masters of science in fish and wildlife management, a PhD in wildlife ecology and a PhD in human ecology — ranked high in the profiling, with his strengths in physics and chemistry.

“I fit into criteria for what they were seeking,” says Surrendi. “I got set up by the CIA through the University of Wisconsin, got drafted and couldn’t get out of it.”

Even though his name doesn’t appear on the rosters of the Red Wings or the Blackhawks, Surrendi swears that he played for them when he was 16, until he got tired of it and went to college at 19 years old, within a year or two, he was a neurosurgeon and he has several other degrees like two Master of Science degrees and two Ph.D. degrees in Wildlife Ecology and Human Population Dynamics and Ecology, you know, because neurosurgeon pay doesn’t go very far.

Anyway, the CIA kidnapped him and sent him to Vietnam to pilot helicopters against his will, because we can never have enough neurosurgeons flying our gunships.

“The army in the States in the mid ‘60s were developing the first high-technical assault helicopter and were looking for candidates to fly it,” Surrendi says. “They were looking for certain types of candidates.”

He served as a helicopter pilot with the 229 Assault Helicopter Battalion in the 1st Air Calvary for about a year and a half before being reassigned to the 49 Aviation Company, 12 Aviation Battalion, where he served more than six months.

During his last nine months in Vietnam, Surrendi flew a Cobra AH-1 assault helicopter, which required that he obtain top secret clearance.

During his service in Vietnam, Surrendi received two purple hearts, the Bronze Star and Silver Star for bravery, and became one of the most decorated non-Americans in the Vietnam War.

Robert Mason, “Chickenhawk”, was also in the 229th, see how coincidental that is? I can’t find the 49th Aviation Company, but Mason served in the 48th Aviation Company – he called it the 49th in his book and Surrendi fell for it.

Needless to say, Surrendi had to self-publish the book, because that’s how you publish a book that you lifted from a world-renown, award-winning book written by a real author.

From the NANTON NEWS 3 Jun3 2015

From the CALGARY SUN 3 June 2015

Mr Surrendi admitted that he was a poser and plagiarist to avoid any legal action, then he died…

With files from our US Friends and Partners at This Ain’t Hell

That big devil…..

SVC has dozens of leads sent to us. Many of these stories do not fall under the definition of Sec 419 of the Criminal Code of Canada as  “Stolen Valour” so, we we thank the contributor and move on…

However, every once in a while we get sent a story that is so incredible, so fantastic, so far fetched, that it should begin “once upon a time in a dangerous land far, far away”. 

This military themed fairy tale was sent to a former Minister of Veterans Affairs in an attempt to illustrate how dangerous is was for a Canadian soldier to serve as a peacekeeper on the Island of Love!

Take some time to read it all the way through, those who served in Cyprus at the time should remember these heroic actions vividly.

We’ll let you draw your own conclusions…


Lest We Forget

The following letter to Canada’s Minister of Veterans Affairs Canada is written by Robert Simpson. His description of what it is like to suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is the most heart-wrenching I have read. The irony is that he served on peacekeeping missions. BONNIE

To: the Honourable Mr. Blackburn
Minster Of Veterans Affairs Canada
From: Robert Simpson
I am a Disabled Veteran. I suffer from PTSD:

Minster, I am writing you today about the terrible effects of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This wound has terrible effects on those of us who suffer from it. It is worse than losing a limb. In fact, Minister, it can be worse than two missing limbs. It is a proven fact that PTSD leads to heart attacks, which rob us of the jobs we’ve fought so hard to hold despite of the crippling effects of PTSD. Many have killed themselves to stop the hellish nightmares.I served in the Reserve force until 1976, then the regular forces from Oct 1976 until medically released in June 1980. During this time I was a member of the Ontario Regiment in Reserves.

During my time with Reserves, I was shot point blank in the helmet on the pistol range. A few days later, I experience two grenades thrown into my pit, then a grenade dropped at my feet. Also in Aug of 1975, I fought a forest fire at CFB Petawawa in which we were cut off by the fire and I had to call in water bombers on to our position while standing in the Petawawa River.

During basic training in 1976/77, I had a member turn around on the rifle range with a fully loaded C2 on automatic. He was disturbed and the weapon was only 18 inches from my face. I was able to talk this person into putting the weapon on safe at which time I disarmed him.

After basic training, I was posted to the 8th Canadian Hussars in Petawawa. During that time I became an original member of the 3rd Special Service Force in 1977.

From October 1978 until April 1979,

I served in Cyprus. During that tour I was wounded several times. I was in hand-to-hand combat on a number of occasions starting with the Battle of Fort Worthington, our third night on tour. In this battle, I was pulled from my bed by Turkish Commandos. The only other Canadian and myself fought our way through the dark house to the rifle rack only to find our weapons locked up. While my smaller partner called on the radio for help from the main body, I fought off the attackers by myself defending a doorway. After we had cleared the house and help had arrived, I was lead to a shower to clean myself, as I was coated head to foot with blood. They had to see if in fact I had been wounded. While I did suffer some light cuts, most of the blood was from the attackers.

The Big Devil, Nicosia, Cyprus 1978

Several weeks later, we were told that 40 Turkish Commandos entered the house that night, with the intent of taking us prisoner to find out who we were and then to dispose of us in the buffer zone ( IE kill us). I was then told what the captured Turk said. “That big devil killed 8 of our soldiers.”

Since that battle I have been unable to sleep without a light on as the nightmares and flashbacks come in the dark and I cannot tell if it is real life or the nightmares. I am happy to say that Thanks to the OSI Clinic in London, Ontario, I am finally able to sleep without a light most nights.
However, the flashbacks of being covered in blood haunt me to this day. I see myself covered in blood all the time; as well I relive that battle and others which happened during my tour. Sadly my wife has had to see me suffer from the flashbacks and nightmares of this tour of duty. Also we found a dead family of six including about an 18-month-old little girl whom I carried out of the house near OP Irish Bridge.

I’ll skip forward to the last two weeks of my tour. On the way out to the East line, we heard what sounded like firing. My Sgt. yelled, “Sniper. engage! ” To my horror, there was a young boy approximately six-years-old with a cap gun just 30 feet away. I had taken up first pressure and my rifle was then in effect on a hair trigger. Somehow I managed to not squeeze off that shot. I would not have missed at that range…

…I was also shot in January 1979. Luckily it was a spent round and only pieced my arm a slight distance in. Once more lucky.

What I am trying to tell you, Minister, is that the wound of PTSD is horrible in its effects on us. We fight each day for self-control so as not to lash out at those around us, to control ourselves in a crowd. We are always on alert for sudden movements or sounds. During our waking hours, we suffer flashbacks and also sleep is often not a blessing nor restful. We know not of peace and quiet, but the constant vision of war.

The effects of all of this can cause massive heart attacks, which rob us of the chance to work. Suicide is what some of us turn to to end the hell. As well we turn to booze or drugs to stop the torment. This I call tell you offers but a few hours of peace while we are passed out. It only get worse when we awaken again.

We only receive little income, yet we suffer as much as a person who loses a limb. I’d like you to try to live on less than $1,400.00 per month. I use to make $25.00 per hour.

I would not wish this hell which I go through on my worst enemy. They say they cannot make it go away. All I ask is that you at least let me live in comfort, above the poverty line. I kept my part of the deal Minister… I served where you sent me, under the conditions of that area of operation. It was a war zone, not a special duty area. The deal was I do what you order me to do and if I can no longer do my job, you would take care of me. I kept my part of the deal. I served in a hell hole. When will Ottawa keep their part?

PTSD is living always in hell with a continuous running of that hell which we served in. I with unloaded rifle was forced to use only my fists and boots and a pick handle against armed troops. As well we did not receive any UN pay. It was split between the Turks and Greeks. Minister, I was shot in Jan 1979. I feel that I paid for the bullet which violated my body. When it came time to receive my medal, it was tossed to me by a hungover officer after double duty on OPs ( 16 hours), not pinned on my chest like the majority of my unit. Many wrongs have been visited on me, a Nobel Peace Prize winner. I did not see any Peace during my tour, only war, and I don’t know any now. It will end when I die…. I hope.

We don’t ask for much, just what was promised: a proper amount of pension for the rest of our lives, treatment for our wounds and respectful treatment of us.

I am more than willing to come to Ottawa to speak to any Veterans committee hearing or even you. I am more than willing to speak about PTSD and its effects as well as the treatment I receive. Also the lack of pensions. Please understand, Minister, I am thankful for all the help Veterans affairs Canada has given me. I would point out that Colleen Garlough of the Windsor Office has helped me so much. I am lucky to have had her looking after me. From others, I hear of VAC workers who are not as helpful. To best serve a Veteran, you need to have Veterans manning those VAC offices.

Canadian Soldiers are the best in the world. While the new charter has done some really good things for Veterans, it needs to be changed to lifetime pensions for us and at a decent level of income. More treatment centers like Parkwood are needed.

In closing, I’d love to see my pension fixed to a lifetime pension and improved treatment for the hellish wound called PTSD. I did as Ottawa commanded. Please in return give us livable pensions and good treatment for our wounds, both the physical as well as the terrible wounds to our minds. Help Canadians before helping other countries. We are owed that courtesy.

Also minister I speak not only of myself… but for the 10s of thousands of men and women of the Canadian Forces who have and do serve this great country called Canada. The people of Canada walk everyday in peace and safety far from the horrors of war and strife. Why? Because we left these shores to ensure that war never visits this country’s shores, but is fought many miles away.

We served and kept our part of the deal. It’s time Ottawa keeps their part. It is a national shame that Canada’s Veterans live in squalor without a roof over their heads or food to eat. We suffer greatly. Too many have died at their on hand because the was no treatment or that treatment was slow to come. As well, because we were unable to work, there was no money to keep us fed and housed in comfort, which we earned the right to. We freely served only to be left without the means to live with dignity for the rest of our years. It is time to right this wrong, here now, today.

God Bless Canada and her Soldiers and Veterans!

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