War Inside My head

Tunnel Vision

2011-10-09T01:01:00.005-04:00

That’s what I am in right now, pure and simple. That’s the only way I can seem to explain the way I feel about going to Afghanistan. At a time when more than 50% of the guys in my battalion would gladly skip this deployment I am actually fighting to go. When asked why, I have been going with my generic fallback answer of money and college money but I don’t feel that those are the reasons anymore. I volunteered for this deployment 1 month after I got back from Iraq and the main reason being at that time was because I knew I would have to go whether I wanted to or not. Having been in the Army for some time I knew that it would behoove me to volunteer and go to a unit of my choice before I was voluntold and sent to a unit I would not like.

For my Iraq deployment money and college money were definitely a couple motivating factors but not so much this time around. I have been thinking a lot about this lately because so many of my friends both military and civilian think I am absolutely crazy for wanting to go. And I can see where they are coming from, I have no illusions about this deployment. It is going to suck and it is going to suck a lot. For one thing the weather over there is going to be extreme, extreme cold and extreme hot, two things I am not fond of. Also the living conditions are going to be way different than Iraq was. This time around there will be no climate controlled CHU with a defined living space and hard wired internet. Nope this time around it will be tents with wood floors.

So why am I so determined to go? Well it came to me while I was serving with my unit at Camp Grayling this last September. Plain and simple, because all my friends that I went to Iraq with are going. That right now is my driving force, my tunnel vision. It really hit home while I was working at the squad live fire range which every company from my battalion had to go through. All my friends that I made while serving in Iraq are sprinkled throughout the battalion in different companies. So as each company finished at the range I found myself having to say goodbye to my friends as they go onto more training in Mississippi before they leave for Afghanistan. And here I was stuck at home as they are leaving, it was not a good feeling. Saying goodbye to my friend Jim was the hardest of all, especially after he confided in me on how nervous he was about this deployment. It really hit me harder than I thought it would.

And last but not least it has always been my belief that if you are serving in the military, either active or reserves, you should be able to deploy. What is the point of being in the military if you are not able to go to war which is the main reason for having an Army in the first place. I see some soldiers here in the Michigan guard that have been in for 10 years or more yet they have never deployed and quite honestly it annoys the hell out of me. I dont ever want to be that guy.

So not to follow too many clichés. I want to go so that I can serve with my buddies to the left and right of me. Personally I do not hold much interest in the inner workings of Afghanistan, that’s not to mean that I do not care. But it is what it is, much like in Iraq, the future of Afghanistan is going to be made by the people of Afghanistan and not by whatever policy the United States may have in mind.

I do have to admit also that part of it is because the battalion medical officer made it pretty clear that he did not think I would be able to recover from my injury enough to be able to deploy. If there is one thing that motivates me to do something it is being told that I cant. For good or bad .

Bottom line, I want to go to Afghanistan because all my buddies are going and I do not want to sit at home while they are over there. That is why I am fighting to and determined to go.

A short story-Fear

2011-07-07T14:33:00.002-04:00

Below is a short story which I wrote for,and was first published in,the Huron River Review's volume 10. The Huron River review is a book of short stories,peotry and pictures contributed by current and former students of Washtenaw Community College.I wrote this story in the summer of 2010 when I first returned from Iraq and I was having a difficult time sleeping.Enjoy!

Fear

A train whistle , that damn train whistle, that far away lonely train whistle that prevented my sleep for so long. That train whistle that cut through the still night air all those nights. I can hear it, floating across the night air, singing its forlorn song for all the world to hear. That one note slowly repeating itself over and over in that long slow drawl. Like an unwanted alarm clock that you have no power to turn off, bleating in the night, interrupting all the stillness outside my bedroom window. Is that what has woken me this night?

Is it the wind chimes? The sing song of the wind chimes that you actually missed not so long ago. Gently tinkling in the mid summer breeze. The wind chimes that used to serenade me to sleep, that gave me that homey feeling. That sound that used to comfort me. That feeling that everything was alright in the world. Is that what has woken me this night?

Or is it the quiet then? The total and complete silence, that quiet that kept me awake those many nights. That quiet that permeates the night, that lays a dark blanket over my thoughts, keeps me from sleeping. The quiet that can be so loud sometimes, it keeps me awake for what seems like weeks, the quiet that almost drove me mad. Is that what has woken me this night?

Or is it the soft bump at my door, the nervous shuffling of feet on the wood floor. The slightest whimper issued from the throat, labored panting of distress. Is that what has woken me this night?

Then the sound again, that soft rumble in the distance. That sound that awakens the fear in me. The soft rumble that is slowly followed by the deep ripping sound as if the sky is tearing apart. It is a familiar sound, or is it? In that rift between sleep and reality it is hard to discern. Are those explosions in the distance?

The panic hits full force now, the hammering of my heart in my chest as if it is trying to burst through. The cool tingly release of pure adrenaline into the blood stream. My hands start to shake and my mind starts to race.

I jump out of bed in a total and complete frenzy. Where am I? What is going on? Where is my rifle, my helmet, my body armor? Searching the room with glazed, half-asleep eyes. The reality still escapes me. Only one thing on my mind. I have to get to safety, to the bunkers. Those cool, crypt-like shelters that are supposed to keep you safe. Those sandbag fortresses filled with other wide eyed soldiers praying silently under muted breath. The fear is like an electrical charge crackling in the air. So palpable you can actually feel the hair on your arms rise.

In that space between dreams and reality where everything is fuzzy and unclear I can hear him now. Impatient, waiting for me to open the door. As I reach out to open the door and let him in, I am still not sure if all this is real. Is it a dream, a nightmare?

He comes in hesitantly at first not really sure if this is the safest spot to be, but knowing it is safer than where he has come from. I’ve had the same feeling before. He hears the distant noise also and it affects him the same way. That deep rumble that has no origin, that comes out of nowhere.

He feels that same tightness in his chest. I can see it in his eyes, those deep brown eyes that usually hold nothing but innocence and happiness. That deep-rooted fear that starts in the gut and slowly works its way to the rest of the body. Radiating from my center, all my muscles constricting, my body shaking with anticipation. How is it possible that all my muscles can constrict at once? My mouth goes dry and I find it hard to swallow. That fear that seems to coat my mouth and tongue, thickening, overpowering. The weird coppery taste in my mouth, the buzzing in my ears. My eyes seem to grow and everything becomes clearer, crisper. I am the master of time. Yet, I feel as if I am moving through syrup. The kind that is thick and soupy, the kind that slows you down. I get that queasy feeling in my stomach. That loose feeling deep in my belly that makes me feel like vomiting.

He enters the room, it is always the same, those sideways glances, furtively seeking the safest spot. Is it under the desk? Is it under the bed? Is it inside the closet? But it always ends up the same, the safest most secure spot is on the bed next to me. I slowly drift back into the real world, I am not over there. My rifle is not next to the bed, I no longer have a need for a helmet or body armor. There is no need to run to the concrete shelters. There are no explosions, just the soft distant rumblings of a mid-summer thunderstorm.

As my heart rate slows and the immediate panic fades, I climb back into bed. Knowing that I will not be going to sleep any time soon, secure in the knowledge that I am finally home, safe. My buddy looks at me with soft pleading eyes and I pat the spot next to me on the bed. He jumps up eagerly. I gently stroke his head and he rewards me with a wet tongue across the face. Just me and my dog lying in bed listening to the rain.

This story is dedicated to my dog Smokey 2001-2011.

On being "Home"

2011-03-08T20:12:00.000-05:00

Being home has been a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. I was under the false assumption, that having been to war before, that coming home would be easier. But I have actually found that this time around was actually harder. The last few weeks in Iraq I couldn't wait to get home, but once I got here I felt extremely out of place. Basically it felt like I had been in a time warp where nothing at home had changed. Yet I had been to this foreign land and done all these crazy things over the last year (I have been home for 10 months and I still feel out of place). I found that the things that I thought I missed the most while I was overseas were not that exciting to me anymore. For instance, just hanging out in a bar and drinking, I found to be incredibly boring when I got back. I had all these aspirations to do all these things with all my friends that I had missed over the year. But after a few months of hanging out, all I wanted to do was have some quiet me time. Part of the reason for this is that over there you can never be alone. No matter where you go you are stuck on the FOB where there is always someone around.

One thing that made it harder for me being home was going on vacation to Korea so soon after coming home from Iraq. I should have waited at least four months before I went there. Traveling from one side of the globe to the other and back again really did nothing for my sleep schedule. The few weeks I was home from Iraq before I went to Korea I was unable to sleep. On a side note, when I got to Korea I had no problem sleeping. A lot of it had to do with the time zones, your body gets used to a certain sleep cycle when you maintain it for several months. So when I got home, I found it incredibly hard to adjust to the new time zone. I actually had to go the doctor and get sleeping pills because for several months I was unable to sleep for more than four hours at a time. Changing time zones had a lot to do with it but I also think that there was a lot of stress involved. My unit did not see very much combat while we were in Iraq, but nonetheless it was still a very stressful deployment. Being on constant alert for 10 months really wears you down.

Another mistake I made was not going back to work, I'm sure that when I go back to work I will want to kick myself in the ass for saying this. But I really do think that it was not a good idea. Going from being constantly busy, to a dead stop, did not work well for me. Going to school has alleviated a lot of the boredom. I constantly have to remind myself that the reason I went back into the military was so that I could go back to school. I am now in my second semester at Washtenaw community college and I am still enjoying it for the most part. But I find myself still not sure of what I want to go to school for. I am taking a introduction to journalism class this semester which has convinced me that that is not something I want to do. I am still considering becoming a high school English teacher, but I have not committed 100%. One thing for sure, I am done with construction, I have absolutely no interest in it anymore. Although after my next deployment I may have to do some of that type of work when I return just to keep myself busy.

Besides the basic stress of returning home after a year-long deployment in Iraq I have been plagued with several bad incidents concerning friends and family. It just seemed that it was one thing after another and I just couldn't catch a break. With these events and the grayness of winter I found myself in a deep depression. I would actually find at times that I missed being in Iraq as silly as that sounds. And I find myself actually looking forward to my upcoming deployment to Afghanistan. I know that sounds crazy but when I am here at home I feel like a lump on a log. I know that it will be dangerous over there but I find myself incredibly bored here. When you are overseas on deployment you actually feel as if you are a part of something bigger than yourself. I find myself on a fence when it comes to the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. I no longer feel that we have any business over there and that no matter what we do, nothing over there in either of those countries is going to change. Yet, if we are going to be at war, I find myself wanting to be over there at least doing something as opposed to being home and doing nothing. I think that serving in the military has made me somewhat of a adrenaline junkie. In the movie "The Hurt Locker" in the ending credits they make the statement "war is a drug" which I find to be a fairly true statement. The best way I can describe it is a quote from a soldier in the movie "Restrepo": reporter, how are you going to reintegrate back into civilian life, soldier "I honestly have no idea".

Back to it

2010-09-15T22:12:00.002-04:00

As the people following my blog can see I made another post today. I took a long hiatus Since Iraq basically concentrating on getting back into the swing of things here at home, vacation and getting into my school routine. I have plenty more to write about from my adventures in Iraq and of course I will be starting the process of pre-deployment / deployment all over again in the coming months. Yes it is true, I volunteered for a tour in Afghanistan and I will be heading that way middle of next year or so. Just wanted to let people know that the blog is no where near to being over.

Stranger in a strange land

2010-09-15T19:22:00.000-04:00

Well I have to say that Korea is nothing that I had expected it to be. It is not a bad place to visit but I find myself getting bored quickly. In hindsight I would say that three weeks here is too much, you could probably see all the cool sights and absorb the culture in about ten days or so. The culture here is very secular meaning that there is not a whole lot of outside influence. They do of course have some foreign brand names here but for the most part everything is Korean. One thing that I found to be different from a lot of countries is that hardly anyone here speaks English. Not that I am saying that foreign countries should adopt English but I have found in my various travels over the globe that even in most foreign countries there would be a portion that could speak at least a little English. Not here, though it makes for some interesting communication usually involving various hand gestures and pointing at objects. Basically trying to communicate here is a giant game of charades or pictionary.

One of the reasons I say that three weeks is too long is because pretty much every city in Korea is exactly the same. Without much outside influence they seem to be happy all looking the same. They all have the same style of clothing, the same haircuts (men and women) and when you are walking down the street the same stores. They may have a shopping district or market area that covers 5 square city blocks but on every block you will see the same types of stores. I think you could really get the feel of Korea by visiting Seoul, the DMZ (the de-militarized zone between North and South Korea) and Jeju Island.

For the most part the Korean people are very friendly and courteous but there are defiantly some here that want nothing to do with foreigners. Here in Korea a foreigner is referred to as a way-gook (now I know where the American soldiers from the Korean and Vietnam wars got their Monikers for the enemy soldiers which was gook) and every once in a while you will get called that, usually by an older man or woman. The younger generation seems to be a lot more accepting of foreigners than the older generations seem to be. One thing that I have had a hard time adjusting to here is the staring, every where you go people stare at you. Korea is not really a big tourist attraction, probably because no one knows anything about it. You can go days here without seeing another foreigner, in the bigger cities like Seoul and Daeygo they are more prolific but even then they are few and far between. So when you are walking around town you are defiantly the oddity and people will just blatantly stare at you which after a while can become quite annoying. Of course if you want to see a bunch of Americans you can always go to the Itchewon section of Seoul where you can witness the complete stupidity of our glorious American soldiers that are stationed here, idiotic morons that make Americans look like total retards (I just cant even put into words how annoyed I was when I went to the American GI section of Seoul, don’t get me wrong I have had my “I am in the Army away from home moments” but this was just ridiculous).

The foreign exchange here is not too bad. The Korean dollar is called a Won and at this point in time 1,000 Won equals about .80 U.S. cents. They also have coins which are the 500 won coin and the 100 won coin (I have been trying to get rid of all my coins but it seems to be impossible, my pack is now full of them and the exchange people at the airport are probably going to have me killed) When looking at the prices of things I just round up and think of it as 1,000 won to one dollar. Things are fairly cheap here you can get a full Korean meal for around 5000 or 6000 Won and a bottle of Soju for around 1500 Won. Those prices are for the basic Korean cuisine you can also of course go to a fancy restraunt and pay 300,000 Won for a meal, no thanks.

Soju is liquor that is made from potatoes or rice and tastes like watered down vodka. When it is mixed with any type of fruit juice it is extremely dangerous. Soju used to be made entirely from rice but when the Korean War started the government told the people that they had to stop making it out of rice which they all needed for food so then they started making it out of potatoes. The cheaper versions of Soju are still made from potatoes but you can also get Soju that is made from rice for a little bit more money. The potato soju is about 40 proof and the rice soju is 80 proof. If you ever find yourself in a situation where you are drinking soju, don’t be fooled by the lower proof, it sneaks up on you. There are some other unknown ingredients in there and in some of the cheaper versions there is definably a chemical type after taste. There is also a type of beer here called Malaki that is made of rice. I say beer because it kind of tastes like beer and is carbonated but that is where the comparison ends. It is a while milky color and not as carbonated as beer but has a higher alcohol content then our version of beer.

They have what I would term a drinking culture here in Korea. Public drunkenness is not frowned upon and you will frequently see young and old alike staggering down the streets in various stages of drunkenness. A lot of the drinking establishments here also do not have a specific closing time, they seem to close when the last customer leaves (or whenever they get tired of serving you). You can leave a bar at 4AM walk to the GS25 store (there is one on damn near every corner) and go buy as much booze as you like and sit on a park bench or on a street curb if you feel like it and drink till the sun comes up. But besides the occasional drunkard bobbling down the street there is very little crime in Korea. One cause for this is that there are video cameras everywhere. When I first got here I was in Iraq mode and would scan all the rooftops and look at all the buildings around me and the first thing I noticed was all the cameras. Even on the 30 story buildings of downtown Seoul they had cameras. They also have cameras on almost all of the traffic signal poles; they even have specially equipped police cars with cameras on the roof of the car that can be moved around by the cops inside.

Korean food is pretty basic meaning they do not have a lot of different dishes. There is of course the basic Bee Bim Bob dish which in America is pretty much the same, here in Korea there are a few more options but basically it is the same, a big bowl of rice with a bunch of stuff on top and the red sauce. They also have what they call Galbi which is Korean BBQ; it is not really BBQ like with sauce and what not. Basically you sit on a floor around a table and in the center of the table is a place for a tub of hot coals. They place the coals in, cover it with a metal plate then give you a plate of whatever meat you have ordered and you cook it yourself. There are a bunch of smaller side dishes mostly consisting of fresh vegetables with Kimchi sauce that come also. They do have Chinese, Japanese and other foreign food restraunts here but the difference between those types of restraunts here and the ones back home is that all that foreign food here is still cooked by Koreans so in most cases it is not that good.

One great thing about Korea is they are very energy conscious. You can literally take a bus from Seoul to Buson for about 35,000 won which equals about 28 American Dollars, now keep in mind that Korea is a small country ( about the size of Minnesota ) but even so that is a pretty good deal. All the cars here are of the economical variety and a lot of people ride little scooters or bicycles. A lot of the lights inside buildings are motion detection lights that turn off after a minute or so. They also do way more recycling than America; they have collection points spread out all over. Also instead of just one trash can there will be four in a row for each different type of trash.

As far as the whole North / South thing goes there does not seem to be much interest in re-integration. Most of the partially English speaking Koreans I have met don’t want to re-integrate with North Korea because it would be such a huge economic burden for the south. Also a lot of the families that have been split up by the Korean War have died off. I have been thanked numerous times, by people that find out I am in the Army, for Americas help during the Korean War which is an actual feel good moment. When I came here there was a lot of posturizing between the North and South over the sinking of the South Korean Naval warship. The American news agencies were making it sound as if war in Korea was just around the corner. Not one person mentioned it the whole time I have been here. Let that be a lesson for you about the Fear Factor American news machine.

One thing here in Korea that I think is absolutely brilliant are the Korean showers. Basically in your bathroom instead of having a separate shower stall your bathroom IS the shower stall. So not only can you take a shower but you can clean your bathroom at the same time. When you are done you just squeegee the floor and you are good to go. A couple things to keep in mind though. Make sure to put the toilet paper up and also be sure to put your change of clothes or towel in a semi dry spot. Other than that, simply genius. Another great aspect is you can pee in the shower (at least us boys, might not work as well for the girls) and no I do not mean on the floor. Usually the toilet is situated right across from the shower head, how excellent is that.

Travelings of a moron

2010-06-22T21:39:00.002-04:00

Well my Korean vacation really got started on the wrong foot I would say. Mostly due to my own ineptness. Every time I looked at my ticket, I was looking at when my flight left L.A. for Seoul and the date of that flight was on Friday 18 June. Well I was not paying attention and the real deal was that I was leaving Detroit on Thursday but I was thinking for some reason that I was leaving on Friday. Well imagine my joy while sitting at my desk in my boxers looking at my ticket reservation and realizing that my flight out of Detroit was actually leaving 2 and a half hours from that very moment in time. I am eternally grateful that I am somewhat OCD about packing so I had already packed most of my stuff. So then began the mad dash of packing my computer and a few other things and rushing to the airport. My friend Bjorn was home at the time and I enlisted him to give me a ride to the airport (we almost died on the way) and he actually got me there in time (felonious driving). I then pulled the military card, got myself into the fast moving security line, and began my O.J. Simpson run through the airport to my gate. Got to the gate only to find out that the damn plane was an hour late, oh well. When I ran out of the house in a blind panic I only had the very most basic flight information with me and very little of the information that Jody had sent to me about the guest house we would be staying in in Seoul, not good. I would be punished for this later.

We finally load up the plane and I start my slow process to Korea. The service was horrible on this flight, I asked for a blanket three times and it finally got to me 2 hours into the flight. By that time, I was already into the late stages of hypothermia because for some reason it was cold as hell on the plane. Then when they finally gave me the blanket the flight attendant asked me “are you happy now?” I wanted to stab her in the neck with a dull pickle fork. (*Side note : why did Delta buy Northwest? I thought Northwest was the bigger better airline. My flight to L.A. with Delta sucked and if I can avoid it, I will not be using them for travel again anytime in the near future). I think I was also in a foul mood because I was not ready for this trip, you know, thinking that I was supposed to have been leaving the following day and all. To make my trip even more enjoyable there was a man and women on the plane that were not able to control their children whatsoever. I pretty much take it into account that no matter when I fly there is going to be a screaming child on the flight. I have resigned myself to this fact. However, usually the screaming offender is shushed and not encouraged to scream at the top of their bloody lungs for hours on end. For one thing, they had a boy of about seven whom I am convinced had TB as he coughed for the whole flight. I felt bad for the little guy but I wanted to pour hot oil on the fathers head as he sat there and did not try and cover his child’s mouth for the whole coughing fit duration. Then there was the 4-year-old girl who literally screamed at the top of her lungs for 15 minutes at a time with brief 5-minute oxygen breaks in between while the mother just sat there with a goofy smile on her face (there just never seems to be enough bullets). Finally we arrive in L.A. and of course we are an hour late which is cutting into my in between flights smoke break I was planning on taking. Once on the ground they tell me that not only do I have to go to the international terminal but also I have to go there “right now”. Back to running through the damn airport, out the front doors and a quarter mile to the international terminal, son of a…!

Let me just say that the folks at Korean air were very helpful and courteous and I really enjoyed flying with them so basically the exact opposite of Delta. What I did not enjoy was that they told me that they were going to be loading the plane an hour early and that I really needed to start heading towards the gate because the line to get through security was taking about an hour to get through.( *Side note #2, it really annoys me that when you are late for your flight through no fault of your own they do not have a “I am late for my flight through no fault of my own” fast lane to get through security.) And Guess what, no &*%$##$&* smoke break and no using the military ID to get through the fast lane here. By this time I am getting a little cranky because it is midnight my time and I had gotten up early that morning and done a bunch of running around town, why, because I thought I was leaving on Friday, idiot.

I finally got to the gate and quickly realized that I was going to be one of three westerners on a flight of 300. The flight was not bad, I did manage to get some sleep, and I had Korean airline food, which was entertaining. It was a long flight, thirteen hours, but I do have to say having just done that same flight more or less coming back from Iraq that this one was much more enjoyable as a civilian. I arrived in Korea at five a.m. Saturday morning; this too is a huge mistake on my part because I had told Jody that I would be arriving Friday morning at five a.m. I told her that because I am a moron and forgot to add the day to account for flying halfway around the damn world. Now the fun really begins because A: at this time I actually think that it is Friday morning and B: when I left the house I only had time to write down the most basic information that Jody had given me in regards to where we were going to be staying in Seoul. I should probably explain that the airport is actually in a city called Incheon which is an island and about 1 hour away from Seoul. They have a bus line that you can take but after 18 hours of flying and airport time I was not in the mood for a bus ride so I had already decided on the flight over that I would pony up the hundred dollars for the cab ride. As soon as I cleared customs I got the piece of paper on which I had scribbled as much information onto as possible and thought that I was good to go, nope wrong answer do not pass Go do not collect two hundred dollars. One bit of info that Jody had given me was her phone number , good deal right, not if your damn $%^**&*(%&$&$%##!!!!!!!! Expensive ass super cool touch screen internet wireless thing a ma jigger phone doesn’t work in Korea. So cant call Jody, no big deal right, we still have the name of the guest house we are staying at right, wrong wrong wrong wrong. I had the name of the guesthouse but not which guest house because it is a G****** chain, aaarrrrggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I mention that while I am realizing all of this I have 3 chicken hawk taxi pimps trying to get me into their taxicabs. It was a little much after all my traveling but one good thing about them was that some of them spoke a little bit of English. So besides not being able to call Jody and not having the true address of where I am going I still have one trick up my sleeve, my computer. So I tell the guy that speaks the most English that I need to find someplace with internet and he directs me to a free internet café. Now we are good to go right, NO we are not good to go, laptop battery is dead. Holy mother of all that is unfair in the universe…………! Long story even longer I go to the little store in the airport and buy a plug adapter for the laptop, plug it in and the taxi guy uses his phone camera to take a picture of the info off my laptop screen. So finally things are going my way, get in the cab, smoke damn near a pack on the way to Seoul and arrive at the guesthouse. It is during this ride that I am informed that no it is not Friday morning but instead it is Saturday morning and Jody has been waiting all night for me to arrive. The last thing the taxi driver says to me is “ you are a bad traveler” to which I have no reply because by this time I feel like a total retard.

Welcome to korea!

Mosul

2010-04-10T04:56:00.000-04:00

Sitting on a concrete stairway looking out at night at the twinkling lights of Mosul really makes you think. The stairs I am sitting on used to belong to the Iraqi Army and the barracks that I sleep in were also used by them. All the buildings in my area are peppered with shrapnel holes. Some of the metal pole roof supports have holes blown through them. One of the barracks we first stayed in had a very obvious roof patch done recently most likely to repair bomb damage. As a matter of fact almost everything in this country is scarred by signs of war. Whether it is the shrapnel marks in these buildings or the water filled bomb craters sprinkled throughout the area. It is just strange sometimes to think that we occupy all these areas in Iraq. Most of the US bases here are old Iraqi Army bases and airfields. I guess the surreal feeling for me is being so close to it. Here is this large city that I can see from my temporary barracks where people still launch mortars at us. And to know that there are people in that city that would kill me without hesitation is just a strange feeling.

Of course now and days the chances of being killed here are pretty slim as we are not allowed to travel into any of the cities anymore. In a way that is a good thing for the soldiers that are stationed here. But it also creates a certain type of hell. Imagine going to a foreign country and not being allowed to leave your hotel, ever. That would really kind of suck. Personally I am grateful that I was able to go on as many missions as I did. Sure I was nervous and sometimes freaked out but on the other hand I was also able to have many experiences that most others will not. Drinking Chai tea with the local sheik and all the village elders or handing out Ann Arbor skate park shirts to the local kids, heck I even got to ride a donkey with all my gear on. I camped out on top of a mountain and manned a checkpoint in the middle of the desert. I have seen almost all of northern Iraq perched atop a huge steel behemoth. I’ve thrown candy to kids and helped villages get new water wells and electricity. You can’t pay for those types of experiences. A lot of soldiers currently serving over here in Iraq will never leave the base they are assigned to, imagine a whole year stuck on a FOB just waiting for time to pass by. I have only been here for about 11 days and I am already going stir crazy. I would absolutely lose my mind if I had to stay on a FOB for a whole year. And this is not to say “hey lets go out and kill people” although have no doubt there some still in this country that would deserve it. I guess what I am saying is that we have been here too long, if you have 140,000 troops in a country just sitting around on base doing nothing that might be a sign that it is time to go. I mean seriously, and they wonder why the suicide rate is so high these days.

I also reflect on the effect time has on opinions. When I first got here I felt that we were actually helping people and in some ways we have. But on the other hand I think we should have just removed Saddam and been done with it. Unfortunately my idealistic views have disappeared and I feel that whether we are here for 10 more days or 10 more years the result is going to be the same. I am not under the impression that Democracy is going over real well here. I am of the opinion that no matter what we do these folks are going to have a civil war. Who knows maybe it will work out but after a year here and seeing how these people live I just can’t see it. Not to be a negative Nelly, I do hope it all works out in the end.

I still feel that my coming here was a good thing. It certainly has changed my perspective on many things both here and at home.

Army organazation

2010-04-10T04:54:00.001-04:00

I thought I would do a quick explanation on how the Army is organized as I know most folks are confused by it. Currently I am serving in a company. Usually a company consists of 4-5 platoons. So to lay it all out here is how it goes:

A squad = 6-8 Soldiers
A Platoon = 4-5 Squads
A company = 4-5 Platoons
A battalion = 4-6 Companies
A brigade = 3 Battalions
A Division = 3-5 Brigades

Squad members consist of Privates and specialists E-1 through E-4
A squad is lead by an E-5 or E-6 Sergeant
A platoon is lead by an E-7 Sergeant and a 1st or 2nd Lieutenant
A company is lead by a Captain and an E-9 First Sergeant
A battalion is lead by a Lieutenant Colonel and an E-9 Command Sergeant Major
A division is lead by a General & many other officers

Usually when you are in a company you are part of a battalion which has 4-6 companies. The companies are listed by the phonetic alphabet. So in a battalion with 5 companies you would have a Headquarters company then Alpha company, Bravo Company, Charlie Company, Delta Company. To give an example in Michigan we have an infantry battalion called the 125th Infantry Battalion. There are 125th units spread throughout Michigan. There is 125th Headquarters company in Flint, Alpha company out of Detroit, Bravo company in Saginaw, Charlie company in Wyoming and Delta company in Big Rapids. A brigade that consists of 3 Battalions is recognized by numbers. I will use the first unit I served in as an example. On my first enlistment I served with 1/505th Parachute Infantry Battalion. So basically because there are three battalions in a Brigade we had the 1/505th, 2/505th and the 3/505th. So when someone says they are in 2nd squad, 3rd platoon, Charlie company of the 1/505th, 82nd Airborne Division you know what unit they are in.

The company I serve in is considered a special unit because of the type of work we do and because we are pretty self sufficient because we have our own Headquarters and communications platoons integral to our company. Usually those sections are a separate company. The plus side to this is that we are fairly self sufficient, the downside is that we do not have much star power as the highest ranked officer we have is a captain. Usually this is not a problem when we are at home in Michigan. The problem becomes apparent when we deploy as we get assigned to work for someone in theatre. It is usually not a big deal unless you get assigned to work for someone that is horrible to work for which was the situation we found ourselves in here in Iraq when our parent unit changed.

When you come overseas to a war zone you get assigned to a bigger organization. When we first got here we worked for the 6/9 Cavalry. They were pretty cool to work for; they assigned us our battle space (the area in Iraq that we would be responsible to patrol) told us what they wanted us to accomplish then left us alone to do our job. They left for home in December and were replaced by the 3-73 Cavalry, I cannot put into words at this time how much this parent unit has sucked. Stories of these $@###!!!&&^%%% will surely be sprinkled into future blog entry’s.

Staying in shape

2010-03-14T14:58:00.001-04:00

I used to think I was in shape, I mean round is a shape isn’t it? It is just now towards the end of this deployment that I realize how out of shape I really used to be. The other day I looked at a picture of myself when we were at NTC (National Training Center) in California last March and I could not believe how big I looked. By big I mean round.

I used to get out of breath just wearing my body armor, and by that I mean just wearing it, not even moving. And carrying my .50 cal across the parking lot to my truck would seriously wear me out (it does after all weigh about 80 pounds with both pieces, but still). Now and days I can damn near run with the thing while wearing my body armor and carrying all my other gear as well and I still feel great. It is also nice to be able to go running and actually enjoy it. Don’t get me wrong I am still horrible at running but I used to run like a crippled water buffalo with asthma. Cutting down on smoking has helped a lot with all this. I had actually quit for about 3 weeks but then I fell off the wagon ( I plan on quitting again soon, no really after this pack) hmmmm (or maybe the next one). Smoking and keeping my weight down have been the biggest battles so far. It is actually hard to lose weight here. This is in part because they serve you way too much food at the chow hall and I can’t seem to break the habit of eating every damn thing that they put on my plate. I also go to the gym as often as possible and actually find myself getting annoyed when I can’t go. If you had told me that I would feel this way 2 years ago I would have flicked my cigarette butt at you, poured my drink over your head and then gone back to eating my pizza.

I think my greatest fear right now is that I will get home and fall into all my old patterns and get big again. I plan on getting a membership at the Y when I get home but it will defiantly be a test of willpower to go everyday versus sitting on the couch watching TV and eating pizza. There will of course be some of that as I just plain need a break for a bit. But I think that with my return coinciding with spring / summer it should be pretty easy to get out and about and not spend too much time on the couch. And of course I expect Trevor to hound me about skateboarding which does not seem doesn’t seem like such a bad idea after this experience.

Well that’s all I have to say about that. I would like to urge all my friends that smoke to cut back, even a little, and try and do some cardio every once in a while. It really sucks for the first 4 weeks but man after that it really starts to feel great. I mostly wrote this Blog for myself though so don’t feel as if I am preaching to anyone please. When I find myself sitting on the couch watching too much TV and eating too much pizza I can read this to remind myself to get my fat ass off the couch and go for a run.

In da field / Hurricane Abdullah

2010-01-29T15:08:00.001-05:00

I know that on my last blog I said I was going to cover the different ethnicities here and the mechanics of the country but I recently had an experience that I want to put out before I do that. While it was happening it was absolutely miserable but as it is with most bad experiences I have had I can now look back and laugh because some of it was comical.

My section and some others were recently tasked to go out into the middle of no where and pull security for some engineers that were working on a project. The weeks leading up to this adventure were filled with days of gathering materials from cots to tents to burn latrines. Burn latrines are big wooden stall toilets in which you have to burn the waste at the end of the day. I had a lot of experience with them during Desert Storm so imagine my joy when I heard we were bringing them out to the field with us. We started our grand adventure early one Monday morning by meeting up with all the trucks from the engineers and some other elements out in the dust bowl. The dust bowl is a large open area here on base where the larger convoys stage their trucks before rolling out the gate. We were originally tasked as convoy security but ended up doing route security instead. This means that we roll ahead in our trucks about an hour before the main convoy and make sure the road is clear of IED’s and whatnot. Added to our convoy was a bomb sniffing K-9 unit and the base EOD team.

The convoy out went well and we had no problems which was a good thing. It was actually a fairly nice day, the sun was out and it was pretty warm. We arrived at the work site around noon and the Engineers went right to work offloading their equipment. The K-9 unit was deployed to search the area for IED’s or any unexploded ordinance that might be in the area. As soon as the dog got out of the truck we were suddenly surrounded by all the local dogs. This caused quite a scene and at one point I was actually preparing to shoot the dogs which would have sucked but there was a point where we thought that was what we were going to have to do. One of our guys finally diffused the situation by using a slingshot with rocks to shoo the dogs away ( don’t ask why they have slingshots, you don’t want to know, I will save that explanation for when I get home ). By the time the dog had sniffed the whole area and announced the all clear the engineers had unloaded all their gear and went straight to work. I am not sure what unit these guys were from but I do know they are a National Guard unit from Indiana and they do not fool around. They worked 24 hours a day ( except during hurricane Abdullah ) the whole time we were out there.

We were pulling security for the sight so we had a truck parked on each corner of the project area. When pulling security you must have a gunner up in the turret and at least one other person in the truck at all times. About 4 hours into the project the wind started to kick up and an hour after that it was gale force winds with a full compliment of dust to boot. By 6pm the few trees I could see were being blown sideways and we could not see anything beyond 20 feet. We had 5 guys in our truck initially but once we arrived on site one of our guys had to go help commo ( the communications section ) set up the radio station. Around 8pm we get a call on our radio that 3rd platoon would be coming out to our truck to trade it for one of theirs that was broken down. They were working in another portion of our battle space ( the area in which a unit is responsible) and their truck broke down so instead of having to go back to base to get another one they came and stole ours ( bastards). We were currently in an MRAP which was nice and big with a good heater, and what we got from 3rd platoon was a broken down HUMVEE that would not run so we had no heat. This would probably have not been too bad except that shortly after they dropped the truck off and we had moved all our gear over it started to rain. Not any silly little rain either, this was rain in buckets accompanied by the gale force winds and lots of dust. I am actually hard pressed to remember ever seeing a storm like this either here or at home, that is how bad it was, and we were out in it. Let me tell you that standing in the turret of a truck in a full blown storm like that goes beyond any words to describe it. We were truly “in the suck” as they say in the military. Around midnight I had had enough of being in the turret ( about 15 hours of enough) and decided to take my gear and go to the tent that they had set up earlier in the day. The tent was approximately 200 meters from where my truck was parked which is no big deal under normal circumstances. But with that rain and wind and trying to hump my rucksack ( Army backpack, usually filled with way too much stuff ) through the mud it was a difficult task to say the least. By the way, the mud out there was different then the mud on base. Out there it was like pudding and slick as hell, I almost face planted on many occasions.

I finally get to the tent completely exhausted and ready for some serious rack time, so I set out my sleeping bag, lay down and all is good in the world and then I completely pass out.. One hour later I am woken by one of my buddies who affectionately kicks me and yells “get the heck up, the tent is blowing down“. Mind you I have been awake for 30 hours and have only gotten 1 hour of sleep. I lift my head up and look to my left and ………yes, the whole end of the tent is gone and by gone I mean gone ( for my Face book friends there are pictures of this ). This really is no way for a civilized person of my stature to be woken up but this was the situation I found myself in that evening. As I madly scramble up to stuff my sleeping bag back into my ruck and try and account for all my gear the other guys are frantically stuffing gear under a tarp which is where I finally deposited my gear also. Once we got all the gear under the tarp we used some very wet sandbags to hold the ends down. All the guys that had been sleeping in the tent had originally come from the trucks that were pulling security. The Sergeant Major puts out a call for those trucks to take turns pulling up to the tent area to pick up their guys, the first truck in got stuck in the mud so no more trucks coming to the tent. That equates to Jim and one of the Terps (interpreter) having to walk out into the weather to get into a truck. My truck was too far away so I was sent to another one ( which in my humble opinion was farther away than my truck , string of curses). By this time the storm was in full gear and I was really not happy to be going back out into it but since the tent was disintegrating around me I really had no choice. I was totally soaked within 10 meters and the wind was gusting so hard that at times I would have to stop and brace myself against it. It was gusting so bad that when I stopped and braced, the wind would actually push me over the surface of the mud, kind of like wind surfing but different. The Terp and I finally reach the other truck only to find out that they were not expecting us so there was some arguing about what in the hell we were doing there. By this time I was in no mood for anything so I plainly stated I was staying and that was all there was too it. I finally pass out while sitting on someone’s rucksack and get about 4 hours sleep before I am woken and told that they need me back in my original truck ( not really my original truck , more like the broken down piece of junk that 3rd platoon had left us). I get back to my truck and I do not leave it ever again for the following 4 days of our stay out at the sight.

The next day all the trucks rigged ponchos over the top of the turrets, it rained a bit that morning but by the afternoon it had all cleared up. For the ret of our stay we worked 3 hour shifts on the gun and took cat naps in between as you cannot get any real sleep sitting upright in a truck with body armor on. By the second day 3rd platoon was kind enough to drop our MRAP back off to us and take away their HUMVEE, it was really nice to have heat again and I do not think we ever turned it off the rest of our stay.

On the third day my truck got moved to the southern part of the work site and part of our job was to observe the traffic that was using a bypass road because we were doing some work on the main road. The bypass road was really just open desert that the people were driving across to bypass our area which was completely blocked off. The problem was that about halfway down this road was a low spot where a lot of water from the rains had collected and created a big muddy mess. Around noon of that day we noticed that there was a huge traffic jam building up on the bypass road. Basically a couple of large trucks had gotten stuck in the mud and were completely blocking the road. So we had to call up the engineers who sent out a bulldozer to fix the road. Another soldier and I had to dismount and provide security for the bulldozer operator while he worked. So I am standing out there in the mud with all my gear on sweating my ass off as the sun has come out in full force and I have all these Iraqi men surrounding me gastrulating wildly and pointing at their stuck vehicles. I just want to mention that I do not speak the local language, so I basically just stood there with a goofy grin on my face and nodded a lot. The bulldozer finally pulls out all the vehicles and fixes the road but he is only able to make one lane. As soon as he moved the bulldozer, traffic from both sides starts to move forward and before you know it we have a traffic jam. It took about half an hour of cursing and wildly waving arms to get them to cross over one at a time but we finally got our point across and the traffic jam cleared up. The rest of our stay was pretty uneventful, although I will say that 90% of us never tried to sleep in a tent again. Never get out of the boat, words to live by.

And in the end the best part of the whole trip for me was I did not get stuck on poop burning detail.

Sergeant Major to me: Clarkson, you getting any sleep?

Me: Roger that Sergeant major.

Sergeant Major: Your not lying to me are you?

Me: Negative Sergeant Major, I wouldn’t lie to you about that sergeant major.

Sergeant major: You know it is illegal to lie to a Sergeant major about anything.

Me: No comment.

Comments

2010-01-21T17:28:00.002-05:00

Unfortunatly I had to set my blog settings so that only registered viewers of my blog will be able to post comments. This is due to the fact that some hacker or some such person was posting comments on how to pirate software. So there you have it. I will be posting another blog soon. Just got back from 4 & 1/2 wonderfull days in the desert so I am going to sleep for 14 hours now.

Mud & Rain

2009-12-27T01:05:00.002-05:00

Mud, I have had many experiences with different types of mud. From the grey mud at Ft. Bragg that is so slick that it is like grease. That stuff was really nasty and it was not odd for your truck to get stuck in it even if it was only a couple inches deep, that’s how slick it was. Or the nasty red clay mud at Ft. Benning that either wet or dry would eventually cover you and turn your clothes red if you spent any time at all out in the field. Even the clay mud at home which can be measured not only in inches deep but in feet. But nothing I have come across in all my travels comes even close to the mud we get here in Iraq. The mud is so thick and nasty here that it is like concrete. This is the type of mud that sticks to your boots and does not come off. It cakes to the bottom of your boots and as you walk more and more of it cakes on and squishes out from the bottom of your boot. You would think that as it squishes out that it would fall off as new mud was added. That is not the case; instead it just keeps squishing out until it covers your whole boot. The end result is that whenever you walk somewhere you end up with 10 pounds of mud on your feet. And when you finally reach whatever destination that you were headed to you have to find whatever you can to scrape the mud off. At one point they added pea gravel and regular size gravel to some of the really low areas around our bunker to fill holes and low spots. This seemed like a great idea when it was dry around here but turned out to be not so great when you add the mud factor. Now when you walk on those areas not only do you get mud but you also get rocks stuck on the bottom of your boots, very annoying.

Up here in northern Iraq we do not have a lot of sand. Instead the ground consists mostly of dirt and rocks with scattered pockets of moon dust. It is the dirt that makes the horrible concrete mud. The moon dust just turns into a slurry mess when it gets wet. This slurry can sometimes be up to 6 inches deep which a wonderful thing is when you are stumbling home in the dark and you step into a hole of it (string of expletives). The major thing about the mud is that it is everywhere and covers everything. A few of the roads here on base are actually asphalt but for the most part they are dirt. And of course the rest of the base is dirt so when I say the mud is everywhere I do mean everywhere, there is no escaping it. Even when it stops raining the mud persists for several days after words.

Currently we are in the middle of the rainy season here in Iraq. It is much cooler in the days and actually a bit nippy at night. Nothing compared to back home I assure you. The days are usually 50-60 degrees and at night it gets down into the 40’s. Not bad by Michigan standards but when you are used to 120 degrees it is a bit of a temperature change. Not that it is depressing enough being in Iraq but to add days on end of grey cloudy cold days sometimes with a steady downpour it all seems a bit too much. The days that I really enjoy the rain (Not) are the days that it is cold, wet and raining and we have to go out on a mission. There is really nothing quite like standing in a truck with the top half of your body sticking out rolling down the road and getting rained on. If you do not cover every square inch of your face it feels as if hundreds of tiny ice daggers are stabbing you in the face. If you don’t believe me try sticking your head out of your car window next time it rains. If you really do this and tell me that you did it I am going to point at you and laugh, best to just take my word for it, really.

The rain here can be anything from a constant drizzle to a constant downpour that lasts for days at a time. Which at home would not be bad since you would be able to stay inside or if you had to go outside you could just take the car? But over here (except on missions of course) everywhere you go you are walking. And if you are in your CHU and you want to take a shower or you have to go to the bathroom, guess what, you’re going to get wet. This is especially nice when it is 40 degrees and a steady downpour. The CHU’s are metal so you get that nice patter sound when it rains which I always enjoy (the sound of rain on a metal roof not rain) but the problem lies in the fact that all our roofs are flat. I do not think these things were meant for this environment because when it rains the roof usually leaks and to get it fixed you have to walk a mile to the Mayors cell to contact KBR to come fix it which usually takes a few days because everyone’s roof is leaking. The Mayors cell is where the base sergeant major stays and his job is to insure that everything is running smoothly on base and to solve any problems that might arise concerning basic services and housing.

That's it for Mud & Rain , my next group of blogs is going to cover the different ethnicity's and religions here and I will try and explain some what the big picture over here. Until then...............

Here & Home

2009-12-23T10:17:00.000-05:00

Here: I have to walk 150 feet to go to the bathroom or take a shower.

Home: Indoor plumbing, sigh.

Here: Soldiers (the good ones at least) have a heightened situational awareness. Meaning they pay attention at all times to what is going on around them while driving or walking.

Home: People don’t seem to pay attention to anything that is going on around them. I found myself thinking several times while at home and observing people that most of them would not survive a day in Iraq. People just seemed to be so self absorbed that they usually have no idea what is happening around them at any given moment.

Here: People actually respect personal space, meaning they do not crowd up on you and actually keep their distance.

Home: You have no personal space. In restraunts, bars even walking down the street people constantly bump into you or lean on you. Or my personal favorite (once again I am lying) people that feel the need to either grab you or stand 2 inches from you or both to have a conversation.

Here: Having to use bottled water to brush my teeth or just too simply drink.

Home: Water from faucets that you can actually drink, what a concept.

Here: Even the youngest soldiers have some idea of the schematics of both Iraq and Afghanistan in relation to the different religions and what is actually going on.

Home: I would have to say from my experience back home that maybe 1 in 10 people actually knew what was going on here in Iraq and in Afghanistan. I was actually amazed at the amount of well educated people that knew absolutely nothing about either one of these countries.

Here: The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are very real and are topmost on people’s minds.

Home: A lot of people seemed to have forgotten that we are currently embroiled in not just one war but two. I also hate to say it but I actually ran into several people that really just didn’t give a damn about either war and could care less about them one way or the other. I have said this before and I will say it again, most folks are not affected by these wars unless they have a friend or family member fighting in them. Welcome to the “its all about me generation” if it does not affect me I don’t really care. (Disclaimer: I am not saying that all people that do not have friends or family serving feel this way but there are a lot of folks that do).

Here: We have a PX which is the Army’s version of a store, sometimes called a shopette. The one we have here at Sykes is very small and there is not much to buy there.

Home: The sheer amount of stuff that was available to buy in even the smallest store was amazing. The first store I went to when I was home was a gas station on the way home from the airport and I remember just standing in front of the drinks cooler and being amazed at all the different choices.

Here: Darkness, complete and total. It makes for great star gazing but really sucks when you are trying to navigate around the base and keep from breaking your ankles on all the wonderful rocks in the area.

Home: Everything is lit up. From streetlights to businesses to front porch lights. There are not a lot of places that are completely dark. Even out in the country you can see the glow from distant cities.

Here: No real personal freedoms. You can’t just jump in your car or truck and go for a drive.

Home: Being able to wake up at 3am and just get into a car and go to a store was awesome. Or the simple fact of being able to drive down the road and not having to stop at 7 police checkpoints in a 20 mile drive.

Here: You are always around people. No matter where you go on this base there is always someone around.

Home: You can find someplace to just sit and relax and not be around anyone either at your house or out and about.

Here: Our generators have to be fueled and serviced every day at 9am and to do that they have to turn them off. This means that every day when I get home to my CHU I have to reset my clock and my alarm and relog onto the internet (when it is working that is).

Home: Constant power all the time (except when you have a big winter storm, hope you are all enjoying the snow, I do not miss it )

Home!

2009-12-23T09:57:00.000-05:00

Coming home turned out to be a lot weirder for me that I thought it was going to be. The days leading up to my leave seemed to take forever but when the day finally came I had some kind of weird anxiety thing going on. I don’t really know how else to explain it. The first 5 days seemed to go by fairly slowly but after that they just seemed to fly by.

Three things stand out the most to me about my time at home on leave. Number one would be all the different colors. Everything over here is a brown reddish color. Occasionally you will see a house that is pink or purple but other than that it is mostly plain Jane. Green grass, trees with the changing leaves, different colored houses, different colored lights downtown, peoples colorful clothes, total culture shock. I actually went on several walks around town admiring all the different colors.

The number two thing that stood out while I was home was my complete inability to get any decent sleep for the first 5 days back. The realization that I eventually came to was that it was way too quiet. Over here there is always some type of noise whether it is the helicopters at the airfield or the generators that are constantly running. I am sure that jet lag figured in there also. All I know for absolute sure is that in that first 5 day period I only got about 20 hours sleep total. I also seemed to be in military mode for those first few days where I was totally wound up. After a few days I seemed to get used to the idea that I was actually back home. And of course by the time I felt completely at ease and relaxed it was time to go back.

But I have to say the biggest thing that I noticed while I was at home was how much nothing had changed. In this whole period of time where I felt like I had already lived a whole separate lifetime of doing things everyone back home had not done much except exist on a daily basis. I don’t want folks back home to take this the wrong way so let me explain myself. I was extremely elated to see as many people as I did and I thoroughly enjoyed my time at home and hanging with my friends, but at the same time I quickly grew bored and actually looked forward to coming back to Iraq. I think that part of it was the fact that most people had to work during the day so the only time I could hang out with folks was at night. But coming from a situation where I work 7 days a week and then going to a schedule of having nothing to do all day took some adjustment. I also think that with all the experiences I have had in the last 6 months, experiences that most people will never have (probably a good thing), made being home all the much weirder.

Before all my friends start thinking that I hated being home I will add some of the highlights of my trip:
Seeing Heather who was the last friend from the states that I saw before I left and hanging out with her for a night was awesome. Playing with my dog Smokey and sleeping on the couch with him. Pizza. Sleeping in a real bed. Drinking was cool but hangovers were not. Being able to smoke inside was a nice change. Hanging out in Trevors backyard and chatting.Hanging out with Lyn, Vinnie & krystal. Ron & Lisa's guy falkes day party. Hanging out with Jim A.,Stacy,Carly and Rob for Dart night. Seeing all my friends at the Arena and Blind Pig. Dinner at Knights steak house with my mom. Driving where ever I wanted to when ever I wanted to. Complete and total freedom. Real food with actual nutrients that have not been completly processed out of them. Fall colors. Raking leaves ( yes I actually enjoyed doing it ). Being able to choose what clothes I was going to wear.

Another thing about going home was the fact that I was in really good shape before I left. But while I was home, due to my own lack of motivation, I managed to gain about 10 pounds which took about 3 weeks to get rid of. There was also the whole traveling aspect. To put it simply the traveling to and from leave was absolutely horrible. You are literally treated like cattle during the whole process which really just sucks. I also had the austere pleasure of flying out of Detroit on Veteran’s day which was a strange experience to say the very least. A lot of people wanted to shake my hand and thank me for my service which was a good feeling. But on the other hand I was leaving home and not in the highest of spirits and talking to a bunch of strangers over and over again was a little overwhelming. There was one guy in the Atlanta airport that got my spirits back up with his simple statement of “ thank you for serving, go get those bastards for us” which for some reason brought my spirits back up. I am not saying that I do not appreciate the thank you’s I get just that sometimes it get’s to be a bit much.

In the end I would have to say that although I very much enjoyed seeing all my friends and family I almost wish I had never gone home on leave at all. Part of that stems from the fact that I had a sort of groove going over here and time was flying by for me. Then I went home and that groove was disrupted for about 5 weeks. It was hard to get back into things once I returned and time just seemed to crawl by. Of course the Army keeps rolling along and did not care that I was not back in my groove yet. Because 1 day after I returned I had the awesome pleasure of pulling 5 missions in a row. Talk about jumping in with both feet.

Out of Afric…. Um I mean Iraq

2009-11-24T14:53:00.000-05:00

And here I thought getting into Iraq was difficult. We left Sykes at 2230 on Friday the 23rd and arrived at Detroit metro at 1230 Monday the 26th.We left Sykes in a C-130 much to the chagrin of all involved. Our problems began with a lightning storm above Balad which grounded our plane. Then due to Air Force rules we were not allowed to leave the plane and were stuck on the plane for over an hour waiting for the storm to abate. Once we got into the terminal we were told that we would be leaving in a couple of hours but that turned out not to be the case, go figure. Every 3 hours we would line up for roll call only to be told that they did not have another flight out for us. What happened to the original plane we flew in on I never found out. We ended up stuck in Balad for 11 hours; in case you were wondering the concrete floor there is not very comfortable for sleeping. Finally the next day they got a flight for us, a C-17 thank all the gods in the universe, and off we went to our next destination, Baghdad (oh Joy). We land in Baghdad and have to deplane again and spend 5 hours at that terminal. After spending 5 hours of trying to discern what the disembodied voice on the large speaker system is saying we hear that our plane is once again ready to take to the skies. So once again we grab all our gear and trudge out to the flight line and out to our plane for hopefully the last leg of our journey to wonderful Kuwait which as you all know is my most favorite place in the whole world (heavy sarcasm). In the end it took over 20 hours to travel what should have taken 3 hours, ah the joys of military travel. By the time we got to Kuwait all the scheduled flights out were gone so we had to stay the night there which worked out great for me as I had no sleeping gear with me.

The next day consisted of briefings, briefings and more briefings. My travel companions and I did discover a bit of valuable information, volunteer for the baggage detail. When flying in country all the flights are military cargo planes but once you leave Kuwait it is a chartered civilian aircraft. The deal is they need people at the Kuwait airport to load all the baggage into the belly of the plane. This occurs while all the rest of the people going on leave board the plane and get situated. The end result is you load the plane last and get to sit in first class all the way back to the States. I can not put into words how awesome that was. The people in the back of the plane were absolutely packed in like sardines and looked extremely uncomfortable. I on the other hand had plenty of leg room and the seat next to me remained empty for the whole trip to Germany and then to Atlanta, there was much rejoicing. After all the briefings we were taken to a very large warehouse where we had to deposit all our body armor and Kevlar helmets. For some reason the Army insists that you fly with body armor and helmets, like that would save you in a crash, NOT. Once we dumped the gear we then headed off to Navy customs, apparently they frown on bringing explosives and that sort of stuff back to the states, I can’t imagine why. After shuffling through all the various customs stations and getting cleared we were unceremoniously dumped into the lockdown area. This is a fenced in area that you cannot leave and are basically trapped inside until your flight leaves. We were only in there for about an hour before the call came down that the buses were there to take us to the Kuwait National airport. An hour and a half later we were at the airport and my buddies and I were loading baggage while the rest of the folks crammed into their seats.

Even in first class the flight home was absolutely grueling, I cannot imagine how lame it must have been riding in the back of the plane. The first leg of the flight took us somewhere in Germany. I say somewhere because by the time we got there I was so tired that I had no idea what was going on or where I really was. We were there for about 3 hours, none of which I can really remember. The only thing that I remember about Germany was that they had some really cool Jaegermeister shirts that I wanted to buy for my friends at home but I had absolutely no room to put them, bummer. The flight from Kuwait to Germany was only about 5 hours, the flight from Germany to Atlanta was 11 hours of pure and wondrous joy, I am lying. For some reason our flight took us way north, all the way to the tip of Greenland then across the ocean some more then through the top of Canada then south to Atlanta. I know this because they had one of those annoying graphic displays that show you on a map where your plane is going. I say annoying because I had to sit there and watch as the graphic of my plane flew directly over Detroit then continued on its merry way to Atlanta (Head spins around on neck, pea soup ejects from mouth). As our plane flew over Detroit I told the stewardess that I would gladly pull a DB Cooper and parachute into Detroit. Apparently she did not understand the reference and just looked at me strangely while she gave me my coke; they must not know who DB Cooper is in Germany.

We finally arrive in Atlanta around 0700 on Monday morning which I am going to say in the mildest terms was a complete shock to the system. Basically in a three day period we went from a totally barren world only to arrive into a bustling American airport full of business commuters and random travelers. It was a great feeling to be back on American soil but I felt a little bit like a stranger in a strange land. As soon as we got off the plane we were ushered into an open area where they had several temporary airline service counters. Basically you would go to which ever airline you were scheduled to fly on next and they would do what they could to get you the first available flight to your home of record (where you live). I was originally scheduled to leave Atlanta at 1400 and arrive in Detroit about 1530 but they were able to get me a seat on the 1230 flight for sure. They also put me as a standby for the 0800 and 1000 flight. Turns out the 0800 flight was absolutely booked but one of my fellow travelers and I were able to get onto the 1000 flight which we were both very grateful for. We almost missed out on the whole deal as we had waited to get onto the 0800 flight with no luck so we assumed the same would be true for the 1000 flight. We just happened to be walking past that particular gate on our way to the coffee shop when they called out our names as having seats on the 1000 flight. My buddy waited in the stand by line as I ran the OJ Simpson mile through the airport to grab our carry on baggage from the other gate. Usually when I travel in uniform I feel like a fish in a fish bowl, you tend to stand out. But when you are wearing a uniform and sprinting through the airport you garner much more attention, I did not really care because by this stage I was absolutely ready to be done traveling and just get home. Just as I get back to the gate they announce that they have seats open so my buddy and I do a quick victory dance and proceed to board the aircraft. Shortly thereafter we touch down safely at Detroit metro to begin our 15 days of leave. More on that in another post.

The military is not much of a timely organization but they are good at getting large groups of people to different areas, eventually.

Why I do it.

2009-11-10T23:09:00.000-05:00

A friend of mine recently asked me why I do it, and why did I volunteer to go to Iraq. I usually answer with an off the cuff remark or just say that the economy in Michigan sucks so bad that I am just doing it for the money. But there are many reasons why I do it so here are a few of them.

I don’t want to be a fly on the wall, I want to actively participate in something that is bigger than my self, even if I do not totally agree with the initial motivations for the wars ( well at least one of them ). I do it for all the soldiers that have come before me and come home wounded or worse yet did not make it home at all. I do it in the hopes that none of my nephews, cousins, godchildren, friend’s children or for that matter any ones children have to go serve in these wars 15 or 20 years from now. I do it for money, I won’t lie. I do it for college money and for retirement money. I do it because besides all the unfairness in the world and even in our country I love America and am grateful to be a citizen of America. I do it because I enjoy being in the military and I missed being part of it even though there are some days I hate it. I do it because I actually feel as if I am making a difference in some people’s lives even though I do not personally know them. I do it because the very presence of U.S. soldiers in some parts of Iraq saves the lives of thousands of people that I feel deserve to be saved. I do it for the other soldiers standing there next to me. I do it because I want to see with my own eyes what is actually going on in the world and I do not want to rely on the horrible news coverage that our so called journalists report on. I do it because besides my sometimes negativity I still believe that I can help make a positive impact in the world. I do it so that all the people I know have a constant reminder that there are people still serving overseas and putting their lives in danger for them. I do it because I hate bullies and that is what I think most insurgents are and I honestly do not have a problem with the idea of completely eradicating them from this earth. I do it because I am deep down an adrenaline junkie and some where along my life I have lost all sense of excitement and I wanted it back. I do it because I have hit some kind of crossroad in my life and was not exactly sure which road to take. I do it because I feel it is making me a better person both mentally and physically.

And last but not least I do it for you, my friends and family, so that maybe even if just a little bit I can make you feel safer knowing that my fellow soldiers and I have your back.

And yes, my service here in Iraq on this current tour has changed the way I look at and feel about things to a certain extent.

Questions?

2009-10-30T07:26:00.000-04:00

If anyone has any questions about what it is like being in Iraq or what is going on here please feel free to send me an e-mail and I would be happy to answer it or put up a blog about it.

FOB life

2009-10-30T07:25:00.000-04:00

My knees hurt, actually every old injury from former car crashes, motorcycle accidents, skateboard falls and bar fights I have ever been in seems to have come back in the last month or so. My knees hurt the most though. At first I thought it was because I have been doing so much running after not having done it in a while but my new theory is they hurt because I live on a rock planet. I am either walking on rocks all day or on cement, I miss grass. We have regular sized rocks that we walk on all around our CHU’s then we have the large surface of the moon rocks spread sporadically throughout the base. We also have patches of pea stone and the ever present moon dust which is so fine it is like talcum powder. My personal favorites are the moon rocks and the moon dust. The moon rocks are about as big as my fist and when you walk on them your legs get a real stability work out, I blame them for my knees hurting. The moon dust is pretty much everywhere although sometimes you find small pockets of it where it is 5 to 6 inches deep. You usually find those spots by accidentally walking into them and not really realizing it until you have a face full of dirt. The moon dust is also what the dust storms mostly comprises of . There is an actually difference between a dust storm and a sand storm. Dust storms can literally be hundreds of feet high and can envelop whole cities and close down all air traffic for a region.. Sand storms on the other hand are usually only about 30 feet high and tend to blow through pretty quick. For the most part we have only really had dust storms here so far.

Constant noise is another fact of life here. All of our electrical power is provided by huge generators which run 24 hours a day 7 days a week. They actually just replaced the ones over by our CHU’s to much quieter ones but you can still hear them. As a matter of fact the whole base’s electricity comes from generators so no matter where you go you can hear them running. By far the loudest thing here is the helicopters, we live on an old Iraqi airfield and the cavalry guys have a squadron of helicopters here that are also on a 24 hour rotation so no matter what time of day it is there is always a helicopter either taking off, flying overhead or just running on the runway.

There is no light here. In Kuwait the whole base was illuminated by portable gas powered spotlights. The spotlights were everywhere and they were set up much like streetlights back home so visibility was not an issue. But here there are no spotlights, some of the CHU’s have outside lights and the chow hall/ gym area is lit up but other than that there is no artificial light. This is a good thing I suppose since we are technically out in the middle of no where in a foreign country where ,yes, people still want to kill us. But it makes for a difficult walk when the moon is obscured by a dust storm or lately clouds or just does not seem to be out at all. I think it is on these night time strolls to the gym or chow hall that my knees are getting really banged up because you are essentially walking blind on rocks.

One of the more nerve racking elements here on the FoB, at least when we first got here, has been the local E.O.D. ( Explosive Ordinance Disposal ) unit here on base. Periodically throughout the month they blow stuff up out on one of their compounds which is about a quarter mile away from our CHU’s. I specifically remember one Sunday morning when we were all sitting around the CHU drinking coffee and working on our computers when all of a sudden there was a very large explosion followed by our CHU shaking on its foundations. Needless to say there was a little bit of running around outside with my rifle wondering what the hell was going on. Another time I was sitting outside my CHU drinking coffee ( there is a pattern here ) when I saw illumination flares being shot into the sky which looked like they were coming from the perimeter fence. Turns out that both times it was just E.O.D. getting rid of out dated munitions. But like I said , just a little bit nerve racking.

I would be remiss if I did not mention KBR ( Kellogg, Brown & Root ) in my FoB life blog. This company is heavily entrenched in the war on terror, that seems to me to be the most politically correct way to put it. Don’t get me wrong I really do not mind not having to do K.P. or my own laundry. But on the other hand I see how much money they are making both in Iraq and in Afghanistan and it kind of bothers me , war profiteering comes to mind. Basically every service you can imagine is run by KBR. Everything from the chow hall, gym, MWR ( Morale Welfare Recreation ) truck wash rack, plumbers, electricians, carpenters, truck drivers, laundry, grounds maintenance and vehicle maintenance are provided by KBR. They also supply all the CHU’s we live in and all the NTV’s ( non-tactical vehicles ) that we use on base at a rather large cost. It used to be that all those services would be provided by military personal, so when I hear the Army say that they have plenty of troops and that recruitment is up it makes me think that they are flubbing the numbers because they are not providing these services themselves any more. There are actually MOS’s ( military occupational skill ) that cover all of those services but the Army has replaced those military jobs with civilians. On the one hand it is nice because to be honest having to serve in Iraq and do my regular duties plus having to do KP and all the other banalities of military life would be a little bit oppressing. But on the other hand it annoys me that the government is spending so much money on these private contractors. A large part of the problem for me is the fact that there is no accountability. Recently in the news was a story about a Special Forces soldier that was electrocuted and killed in a shower trailer that was provided by KBR. Well it turns out that he was the 21st soldier to die by electrocution from poorly grounded equipment that KBR supplied. The family sued KBR and lost because there was not enough documentation to prove that it was KBR’s fault which to me translates to shoved under the carpet. But because they are civilian contractors they are not held to the same standard that their military counterparts are so they seem to get away with things that in the military would not fly.

That’s all I have to say about that ( said in my best Forrest Gump voice ) …………..

Don’t mess with the wild life……..

2009-09-20T16:53:00.000-04:00

I saw a bee today. It was the first bee I have seen since I have been here. I have seen my share of flies and ants though. The one insect here that has proven to be a huge pain, literally, is the sand flea also known as the no see um. I am not sure if they are actually from the flea family as they fly but they definatly attack like fleas. Usually when you get bitten you don’t notice it until they are gone. The bites itch like hell and I am pretty sure that I may have permanent scaring on my legs from some of the bites I have gotten. The scaring is from itching the bites too much, this was before I had my mom send me every type of anti itch medicine there is. They actually take a chunk out when they bite you, it can be very irritating. Sometimes they get into your clothing and you get multiple bites in one area. Some of the spots that are bad are areas like around your boots and belt. For a while my roommates and I were getting chewed up in our CHU until we discovered that if you cranked your AC up to the maximum it would make them dormant or at least that is the theory.

There are also a lot of ants here. There are your garden variety black ants and then there are these weird looking indestructible ants that have really long legs kind of like a spider. The long legged ants are impossible to kill I have proven this by stepping on one nine times to include grinding my foot on one to no avail.

I have only seen one camel spider so far and it was a little tiny one. I don’t feel bad about this as I remember seeing one in ‘91 and they are nasty so I am fine with not seeing any more. I heard that one of the sergeants found a black scorpion in one of the latrines at the bunker but that is unconfirmed. We did find a dead scorpion which proved to be loads of fun in the form of scaring the crap out of people but that’s about it.

Surprisingly I have only seen two camels so far. I have been told that they are not such a big commodity to have here up north and that most of the camel herders are farther south. I have seen one horse so far and someone was actually riding it so that was cool. Most of the animals up here consist of herd animals such as sheep and goats which seem to be the majority with a few scraggly cows sprinkled in for good measure.

They have a lot of dogs here also. They don’t keep them as pets and rather treat them as a nuisance. The kids throw rocks at them, which pisses me off. It makes me want to throw rocks at the kids but we are not allowed to interfere. I did see two dogs humping in night vision and some donkeys going at it so that was entertaining , when you are in Iraq it is the small things.

And that brings me to another form of wildlife that the Army includes in its policy of not messing with the wild life, the local kids. As soon as we roll into a town or village the kids start coming in swarms and surround our vehicles. One day it was so bad that I felt as if I was in some kind of zombie movie with dozens of kids running towards our vehicles from all points of the compass. The end result was approximately 150 kids surrounding our trucks. We thought this was cool at first but after having several missions under our belts it has become a huge pain in the ass. It is a hard thing to deal with on several points. On one hand you want to help them by giving them food and water to help them out. But on the other hand you realize that no matter how much you give out it is never enough. The problem arises when you do start handing stuff out which causes an immediate riot. One of the major problems is that all the bigger kids beat the crap out of the little kids and take every thing that you have just given them from them. On our last mission we handed out some tooth brushes and tooth paste and I saw no less them five actually fist fights in a five minute period. One of our Sergeants explained it best. When you start handing stuff out they are grateful but then it starts fights and people get hurt which creates resentment which is the exact opposite of what we are trying to accomplish here.

I would say in some of the outlying villages we visit that those kids really do need help with food and water. But when we go to some of the bigger towns most of the people seem to be doing fairly well. One day I sat and watched as a group of kids begged some guys from another company for some water then when they got it they ran to another truck and tried to sell the water to those guys, crazy business. Not all the kids want you to give them stuff. Sometimes you get large packs of kids that want to sell you stuff, anything from cigarettes to sandwiches. I even had a kid offer me some whiskey in one town we visited, I passed on the offer as you never know what the hell they might actually give you. Same goes for the food, part of me would like to try the local cuisine but a bigger part of me does not want to end up on the toilet for three days if you know what I mean. One thing that the beggars and the sellers all have in common is an unbelievably annoying persistence. They will just sit and stare at you for long periods of time. I am not sure if this is a tactic they have developed by being exposed to American soldiers or where they got it from. But I have watched as they try and beg or sell something and get rebuffed then just stand there and stare until the object of their attention caves in. It is actually against Brigade ( the larger Army unit we fall under ) policy to give or buy anything from the kids but people do it anyways and that is part of the problem. There is also the problem of having all these little kids around these huge trucks that have really bad blind spots when trying to drive away. Or in some cases just driving in the town as they like to run alongside the trucks and dart in front of them.

The behavior is also vastly different depending on what type of village you are in. If you are in a Kurd or Izidi (sp?) village where we are fairly well liked it is still a swarm but they are not as rude. But if you are in a Sunni Arab village where we are not as popular they literally rip stuff out of your hands and try and go into your pockets and steal what they can. Another difference that we noticed has been that in the Kurd and Izidi villages the kids are boys and girls but in the Arab villages it is just boys.

Now I don’t want to come off as the big bad American that hates little Iraqi children, it is not like that at all. Rest assured we are doing some great things for the people here and are trying to help them as much as we can. Cant go into the details so you will just have to trust me on this one.

During the writing of this blog post I suffered through no less then 4 sand flea bites.

My opinion

2009-09-06T05:35:00.000-04:00

Several people have asked me my opinion on a subject recently and I thought I would put a post up about it. The question is in relation to the recent release of some photo by the associated press showing a young Marine dying in Afghanistan. The main question being what do I think about it. My answer is this,would any of you or anyone in my family want to see a picture of me as I lay dying somewhere. I don't think so or I certainly would hope not. Now do I think that the military and the government have been avoiding pictures like this to help sort of sanitize the war for the people back home. I would have to say yes. But I think there are other ways to show the human side of these wars other than posting pictures of U.S. soldiers wounded or dying. I for one believe there should be more coverage of Dover Air Force Base when the flag draped coffins come home, or asking the families of the fallen if they can be present for the soldiers funerals. Personally I think it was irresponsible of them to post that picture especially in the light of the fact that the family asked them not too. Imagine being the family or friends of Nick Berg whose head was cut off, while he was still alive, early in the war in Iraq and knowing that there was a video of it up on the web for anyone to see. I just think there has to be a better way to show the sacrifices these folks make besides posting their deaths in a picture or video for all to see. That's just my 2 cents.

Missions

2009-09-05T10:14:00.000-04:00

I actually was not sure if I wanted to do a post on missions but I decided that since this blog was for myself as much as it was for letting people back home know what I am up to that I would do it anyways just so that I do not forget what they were like. For me missions are the exciting part of this deployment so far. I will start this post by saying that the threat level in the areas that we have been traveling in are very low. Most of the violence is directed at the Iraqi Army (IA) and the Iraqi police (IP) forces in the area. That's not to say that when we go out we are completely relaxed, after all I did not grow old by being retarded and not showing some bit of caution ( this point can be argued by some I suppose :) For that simple fact the only time I get really nervous when driving around is when we are anywhere near an IP or IA checkpoint or base. As some of you have seen my primary job when we leave the base is as a machine gunner on whatever vehicle I happen to be traveling in on that day, although on some occasions I have been tasked as a driver when we do not have enough qualified people to fill all the positions. It is either the MRAP or an up-armored Humvee. I prefer the MRAP as it is a larger vehicle and the height of it allows me to see over the walls, when I am gunning, that they have along side most of the roads here.

My first mission here was a night mission and I will admit that I was completely freaked out. We had not gotten all our equipment in country yet so the only crew served weapons we had were SAW's ( squad automatic weapon ) which is the smallest of the three types of machine guns that my unit has. These days here in Iraq all night driving on paved or common roads is done in white light meaning everyone uses their headlights. I was in the last vehicle providing rear security so I got no benefit from the headlights as far as visibility goes. So the whole trip to our destination and back I had to use my night vision goggles. It was cool in the "cool guy army stuff" kind of way but it was a little nerve racking as your visibility with night vision is not as good as when you have actual light.

One of the many scary things was not knowing what to expect and really having no idea what to look out for. During our horrendous stay in Kuwait we went to many classes on convoys and what to look for as far as IED's and VBIED's but once you get here and actually try and put that info to use you quickly find out that the info was not really that good at all. Unfortunately since this is a public blog, meaning that anyone in the world can see it, I am not at liberty to say what they told us to look out for and such but trust me, not very useful information.

There are alot of IA and IP checkpoints along all the roads here. These are places along the road where the civilian traffic has to stop and show ID to continue down the road. We do not have to stop so all we would do was slow down through the obstacles they have emplaced at the checkpoints and continue on our merry way. We left the camp at a fairly late hour and I was surprised and a little unnerved at the amount of people still hanging about. We are not allowed to drive through major cities anymore so we skirt around them but you are still driving fairly near to the edge of the cities. So chances are you are going to see the general populace in your travels. But not knowing that on that first mission made it a little bit stressful at the time. I have taken many pictures here of what the houses and buildings here look like but none of them really do justice to the reality of it all. There are houses and buildings still standing that have obviously been bombed, shot up and blown up. The landscape definitely has an apocalyptic aura about it. Basically that first mission, seeing in night vision, made me feel as if I was on some sort of Mad Max / Road Warrior movie set.

A couple days after our night mission we went on a quick day mission which after the first one was a little less nerve racking as we had a little better idea of what to expect out there. The only time I really got nervous was after we rolled through a town that was completely packed with people. It was a little town and there must have been 300 to 400 people in the streets and hanging out around the shops doing business. But when we rolled back through that same town 3 hours later there was not a soul in sight. This was strange because all the other towns that we had rolled through on our way back still had people in them doing their daily business but this one was dead quiet. The reason this freaked me out was that every person that I have talked to that has served over here said that if you rolled through an area that is usually busy but when you roll through it is dead quiet it is a bad sign and usually means that you are going to be hit by something. So when we got to the town and I saw there was absolutely no one in sight I got extremely nervous about the whole situation. Nothing happened and we made it back through without incident but not a good feeling about that situation at all. Once we got back to base I asked about the town and found out that it is well known for its smuggling and foreign fighter activities.

One huge difference that I myself have noticed in my comparisons of the first gulf war and now are the driving habits of the locals. When I was in this region in 1991 the local people did not ever move out of the way of Army convoys. But now up here they will pull over to the side of the road as soon as they see you as you are coming towards them, sometimes as much as a mile ahead of your position. They will also pull over to the side of the road when you come up behind them. It makes you feel as if you are in some kind of presidential convoy. I was a little amazed at this at first until I saw a couple of cars that had obvious bullet holes in them then it made perfect sense. With the somewhat peaceful atmosphere here these days it is easy to forget that these people here have lived through the whole invasion and occupation of this country. If I had been here through all that I suppose I would pull over also.

A somewhat comical aspect but not really is the perception of us here in Iraq , as far as I have seen it. On that first day mission alot of folks gave us hand gestures that in America would mean " so happy to see you here, you are doing a great job" but apparently do not mean the same thing here. When we got back from our day mission we were talking about how it seemed most folks were happy to see us, giving us the thumbs up and waving at us. only to be informed by folks that have been here before that those gestures here do not transfer to the same gesture back at home. So now when we roll out I just return the gestures with a big grin on my face.

A Day In The Life........

2009-08-23T04:02:00.000-04:00

A friend of mine suggested I do a day in the life blog so here it is. Basically a day here is just like a day back home except that I am in Iraq and in the Army.

I start my day around 0700 when I wake up and do all my morning things such as getting my uniform on. I have to walk about 150 feet to use the bathroom and brush my teeth and shave. We have running water in the latrine trailer and in the shower trailer but it is non-potable which means you cannot drink it or use it for brushing your teeth. You have to use bottled water to brush your teeth which is annoying. There are pallets of 2 liter plastic water bottles between the shower trailer and the latrine so it is not too much of a pain in the ass but I look forward to the day that I can go to a sink and grab a glass of water. Once I am all ready I make sure I have my ID, dog tags and my rifle and head off to chow. You have to have your ID and rifle w/a 30rd magazine with you at all times even when you are wearing your Pt's ( Physical training uniform=shorts, t-shirt and running shoes ). It was an adjustment at first but after almost 4 months of doing it I feel naked without my rifle. Some people have had a hard time with it and have actually left their rifles in places they should not have. The result of that is you get to have your rifle tied to you for 30 days, even when you are showering. We have one guy that has left his rifle 3 separate times, I think he will be spending the whole deployment with his rifle tied to him.

The chow hall, gym and PX are all clustered together and they are about half a mile away from our SHU. It is not a bad arrangement but it is made bad by some of the stupid rules the host unit here has imposed. The host unit is the main active duty unit that is stationed on whatever FOB you happen to be stationed at. In our case it is the 6/9 cavalry from Texas. Basically the rules that I am referring to make that 1/2 mile walk a frequent occurrence during the day. It goes like this, you can wear your pt uniform into the chow hall and into the gym but not into the PX. Although you cannot go into the chow hall in your Pt's when they are sweaty so that means you cannot go and work out then go and eat. If you want to work out before you eat you have to go back to your SHU and change. Why not bring an extra shirt with you to the gym you might ask, because you cannot carry clothes into the chow hall. If you are in your uniform you can use the PX , the gym and go to the chow hall. But you cannot go to the PX then to the chow hall because you also can not carry any type of bag into the chow hall. This all may not seem too bad but when you are on a tight schedule and you want to go to the gym and you need something from the PX and you want to eat it gets pretty annoying. Another rule that we have here that we are all finding rather comical is that when you are wearing your PT uniform at anytime or your uniform after 1800 you have to wear a fluorescent glow in the dark safety belt. Not like we are in a combat zone or anyting, we refer to it as the sniper belt, meaning that it makes us all glowing targets. Though I will admit that it is really not that bad here as far as the threat level here on base but when I thought of coming to Iraq to fight in the war I did not think I would be wearing a glowing belt at night.

After a modest breakfast of watermelon and french toast sticks :) I walk over to the local bus stop. The base here is so huge that they have these little buses that run every 15 minutes 24 hours a day.The buses are driven by KBR employees, we call the buses scooby buses, I don't know why. Anyways there are three different routes that pretty much encompass the whole base. There is the red line, the green line and the blue line. So I jump on my bus and head off to work which starts at 0900.

Basically I am working here as an assistant to the supply sergeant, it is pretty damn boring. The only respite I get from this is when we go on re-supply missions for the teams. Then I get to roll out as the gunner on my MRAP, more on that another time. My day consists of sitting around waiting to do something. Our "office " is inside an old Iraq Army bunker. These bunkers are squat, 1 story, thick concrete shelters. There are 4 big rooms inside and in each room we have built wood walls to create separate offices. My job pretty much is comprised of doing everything that the supply sergeant does not want to do. He is a good guy so it not like he is screwing me or anything. But when it comes to running outside to retrieve stuff from the connexes when someone needs something it is I that does the running. Our connexes are about 200 feet away in the motor pool ( Motor pool= place we park all our trucks) area of our shop. Not very exciting at all, not exactly what I thought I would be doing when I volunteered to come here. Anyways I work from 0900 to 1200 then I take the bus to the gym and lift weights for 45 minutes then stroll over to the chow hall and grab a light lunch then back to the bunker. After lunch I work from 1330 to 1700,1800 ish. Although lately my buddies and I have been forming a coup and escaping at 1630 to go either to the gym to run on the treadmills or go for ruck marches outside.Sometimes if there is something going on we have to work extended hours which has been the case here lately but that will be changing in a week or so.

After evening PT we change our PT shirts and go grab dinner chow then come back to the SHU and hang out. I will usually check my e-mails and all that sort of thing then I either spend some time working on my Army correspondence courses or watching movies on my computer. Army correspondence courses are Army skill classes you can take online that equal out to promotion points for when you are trying to get your sergeant stripes. Which hopefully is something that I will be getting in the not too distant future. Army rank in the National Guard and in the Army is awarded through a point system for the ranks of E-5 and above. So when you are competing with all the E-4's in the state of Michigan for just a few sergeant slots it helps to have as many points as possible. I actually already have quite a few due to all the schools I have been to and with my Desert Storm experience.

So that pretty much explains a typical day for me here at COS Sykes, it really is not that exciting. Although we went on our first re-supply mission the other day and I have to admit it got the old heart racing but more on that in a different blog post.

Welcome to Iraq

2009-08-15T08:19:00.000-04:00

Finally after a rather boring stay at Camp Virginia we were told that we definitely had a flight out of Kuwait and that we had to be up at 0300 to finish packing and load the now hated semi truck. The truck and buses showed up at 0500 to take us back to the airfield. Once at the airfield we were put back into the tents from the day before which did nothing to convince us that we would actually be leaving that accursed place anytime soon. But to our surprise the KBR representative that is in charge of scheduling and departures came into the tent about 2 hours later and gave us the loading brief. The brief was humorous because it was the same rules that apply to civilian aircraft such as you cant bring weapons or explosives or liquids onto the plane. This was ridiculous to us as we were all carrying automatic rifles, body armor and live rounds ( bullets). After all we were getting ready to head to Iraq a war zone for goodness sake. So back out to the packing sheds to pallitize all our gear once again, it did not go as well the second time around. The guys that were in charge of loading pallets were not as good at it as the guys from the time before so this time we ended up with an extra pallet of stuff somehow. We then went back to the concrete pad where they split us up into 3 groups as we were all going to fly on 3 different planes. The leadership wisely put most of themselves on the first flight just in case all the flights did not take off on time, good call. After waiting around in the sun a bit more they started calling off names and once again we loaded the buses to go to the flight line.

As we started toward the flight line we saw the C-17 once again but of course we drove right past it and instead pulled up behind a C-130 which is a much smaller plane. The plane was running when we got there and I started having a serious flashback from my days with the 82ND Airborne. It had been 21 years since I had been on a C-130 and the last time I was in one I was loading up for a jump ( Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane ). As I entered the back of the plane with all my gear I got a whiff of the cargo straps and burning fuel that seriously brought me back to those days, it was weird. There were a lot of us to load and it was obvious from the beginning that several people had never been on a C-130 and did not know how to properly sit or how to buckle in as the loading process seemed to take forever. I was the last person on for my side which proved to be a very bad deal for me. The seating in a C-130 consists of webbed straps on a light aluminum frame which can be fairly comfortable when the plane is not fully loaded but in this case proved to be ungodly horrible. There are four rows of seats, two on each side divided by a web strapping "wall". So basically you pack in like sardines with one of your legs on either side of the legs of the person sitting across from you. At the back of the plane the row ends and then there are another set of seats set back about 12 inches for the aircrew to sit in. I was the last one on my row and literally had only one ass cheek on my row with the other half of me halfway onto the crew seats. This resulted in the uncomfortable fact of having an aluminum bar that stabbed me mid thigh for the entire flight. I honestly believe this is the most uncomfortable I have ever been in my entire life, and looking back on my life that is something to be said. We finally all got seated and they started loading the pallets, not only did they fit about 50 of us on but they crammed two of the pallets in there also, the pallets are about 12 feet by 12 feet so to say it was a little cramped is putting it mildly. Once they shut the rear door the heat really started to kick in, I was literally dripping with sweat within a few minutes, mind you this was a 2 hour flight. Most of us had stopped drinking water well before the flight as the bathroom facilities on a C-130 consist of a metal tube set into the wall about halfway up the rear ramp so that was a definite no go. I completely stopped sweating within 15 minutes of sitting on that plane, not a good thing. So off we went into the glorious sunrise for our trip into Iraq, I couldn't wait as by that time I figured nothing could be worse in the whole world as being on that plane.

The flight was unremarkable except for the fact of looking at my watch every 3 seconds to see if we were there yet. Once we got to the Iraq airfield the plane dropped like a rock and came in for a quick landing. They do not fly in low then land easily there as people will shoot at the plane so they basically dive bomb the runway and come to a screeching stop. Finally the rear doors open up and I get my first glimpse of Iraq.

It turns out Iraq is just as flat,hot and ugly as the rest of the wretched region. Once the pallets got unloaded we were able to get off the plane. This proved to be a little more difficult than loading as every ones legs were totally numb and we all felt crippled but we finally all stumbled out and followed our guide off the runway. We were met in a parking lot by the company of guys that we were replacing there in country. It was a bit of a letdown as we were all wearing our body armor and combat gear and these guys were just wearing their basic uniforms. I most definitely did not feel as if I had just landed in a war zone. Once we all had gotten off the runway they had us drop our gear on some buses and led us to the local chow hall for some much needed lunch. The chow halls here are just as crazy if not more than the ones in Kuwait. I had a delicious lunch of bottled water then headed back to the buses to wait for everyone else to finish eating. I loaded myself onto the bus and promptly fell asleep. Once everyone was back we left the airfield to go to our SHU's which would be our home for the next 9 months.

A SHU is a portable square or rectangle metal building. The square ones are 4 mans and the rectangle ones are 2 mans unless you are an E-6 staff sergeant or above then they are considered singles, rank has its privileges. They are set up in areas called pads and have about 30 in each row and about 6 rows. I have to say it is the best living arrangement I have had since I came back on active duty. I am in a 4 man which I consider to be better than the 2 mans. The 2 mans are usually reserved for the E-5 sergeants. The 4 mans are really just 2 of the 2 mans joined together in the middle. Each SHU has an air conditioner so if you are in a 4 man you have 2 air conditioners. There is a bunk an end table and a wall locker for each occupant. You also have 4 electrical outlets per person although two of mine are occupied by the Internet router and the air conditioner. We also have hard wired Internet which is awesome, the only problem I have with it is that they are charging us 85 dollars a month to use it which I think is a crime personally, I will be writing someone about that one of these days.

Once we all got off the buses we got into a mass formation and they started to issue out the keys for the SHU's.Once you got your key you went to your SHU to make sure the key worked then you were able to grab your gear and load it in. I was so excited to finally be able to unpack my bags for the first time in months, it was awesome. The rest of the day was spent unpacking our gear and exploring the base, our new home for the rest of the year.

As I said earlier we were all split up into three groups, my flight and the one that followed left on time ( the second plane came in 2 hours after us ) but the third plane was delayed and those guys did not land until 0100, talk about a long day. So after a much too lengthy stay in Kuwait and an incredible urge to kill the Air Force we all finally made it to our destination in wonderfull Iraq.

The not so great escape

2009-08-03T14:27:00.000-04:00

I wanted to call this blog entry how I learned to hate the Air force and want to hang them from poles and use them as Piñata’s but it was too long so I stuck with “the not so great escape”. I would never have imagined that it would be so difficult to get to a war zone in time of war. Our escape from Kuwait was so fucked up that I am sure that I will not even be able to come close to conveying the horribleness of it all into words. We had spent a little over 2 weeks in Kuwait and as I have said before we were all ready to get the hell out. Kuwait was really hot and miserable, about 115-120 in the day with the hot winds of death. Plus we were all absolutely tired of all the silly training they had us go through, over half of it had absolutely nothing to do with what we would be doing in Iraq.

We were scheduled to leave Camp Buehring on Thursday the 23rd. I say scheduled because when Thursday rolled around they announced that we were on 24 hour stand down and that we would not be leaving until Friday (crap). The previous two days we pretty much had off, Harbin, Lacriccio and I ( the angry old man trifecta )were so ready to go that we packed two days early. If it had not been so hot outside I believe we would have sat outside for 2 days to wait for the buses to come take us away. Sleeping on a cot and living in a tent with 65 other people will eventually drive you mad, more so when you are old. So the day finally arrives when the buses are scheduled to pick us up and take us to al saleem airfield which is where you go to fly to Iraq or to fly home if you are going home on leave. After baking in the sun for a few hours the buses finally arrived to aid in our escape. Before we could load the buses we had to load our duffel bags and rucksacks into a semi trailer Mind you there were a lot of bags. Each of us had to wear our body armor, rifleman’s kit, rifle and carry our Kevlar’s . We also each had a computer bag and an assault pack. After a short bus ride we arrived at the airfield and unloaded all our bags. At first they lined us up in a large open area where we could bake in the sun some more ( I already have a wicked tan or really bad skin cancer by the way ). After a while they decided to put us up in some not so air conditioned tents, I felt like a dehydrated plant in a greenhouse. By this time we were all questioning if we were actually going to be able to escape the hell of Kuwait. Just when total despair was about to set in they announced that they needed people to go unload the semi truck that had all our duffel bags and rucksacks on it so that we could palletize all the gear for our flight out. I was very excited about this prospect ( not really, they made me go ) and went outside once again into the scorching sun only to realize that it was cooler outside than it was in that damn tent. We made short work of getting our gear unloaded and loaded up and secured onto the aluminum Air Force pallets that they use to transport stuff on military planes then headed back to where the company was waiting. After waiting around again for a few hours they finally had us line back up in formation where they started calling off our names to load the buses that were going to take us to the flight line. We promptly loaded the buses with a great sigh of relief because by this point we were convinced that we would finally be able to escape ( Liiiieeeeeesssss!).

This was a very strange bus ride for me, the area that they had been keeping us was all new and had been added to an old Kuwaiti Army / Air Force base. I had not fully realized where we were until we got on the buses to head to the flight line. Once we got to the old part of the base I realized it was an area that I had driven around back in Desert Storm and that a lot of the old buildings were still there. But the weirdest part for me was seeing the old concrete aircraft bunkers just off the runways. When Iraq invaded Kuwait and settled in for their occupation they had been using that airfield and Army barracks to keep their planes and some troops. When the bombing campaign started in desert Storm that area was one of the first places hit and all those bunkers had been bombed. So rolling out there and seeing all those bombed out bunkers still sitting there after all these years was quite an experience for me. Anyways, they finally drive us out to the flight line where we can see a waiting C-17 military transport plane. The C-17 is a fairly large cargo plane and we were all happy to see it as it would mean there would be plenty of room for all of us and all our gear. So the bus pulls up but the doors don’t open, we sit there for less than a minute and the bus starts back up and starts heading off the flight line. My exact words at this time were NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO! Apparently no one was listening because we kept driving away. They then took us to a little waiting area where the Air Force people explained that there was a hydraulic problem but that they were going to fix it. So we waited for another hour then got back on the buses and headed back to the flight line. This time we stopped and they actually opened the doors and people started getting up to get off the bus, that is when they closed the doors and started driving away again. But this time they did not take us to the waiting area , they took us all the way back to the hot ass tent area. My spirits were crushed, I was not a happy camper and neither was anyone else.

So back into the tents of despair we go although this time they let us use two tents so I went to the other one and was pleasantly surprised to see leather couches and real air conditioning. By this time it was time for dinner chow so we all headed over to the local chow hall to get some food as most of us had not eaten all day. After chow we all headed back to the tents to be informed that it could be up to 12 hours before we would be able to get another flight, bastards!!. So with that bit of information we all tried to settle in as much as possible for the long wait. A couple hours later they ( the Lazy good for nothing piñata Air force) come back into the tent to say that they are going to move us to Camp Virginia and put us up for the night as we will not be escaping anytime soon, total buzz crusher. But before we can go we have to go outside and un palletize all our gear and load it all back into the wretched semi truck.

So after re-loading all our gear we load the buses and off to camp Virginia we go. Camp Virginia is the base you go to when you are done with your Iraq tour and are getting ready to go back home for good. I think they sent us to that base just to be mean so that we could go and see all the Joes that had already finished their tours and were going home, and here we were not having started our tour yet, dirty rotten bastards!

So we finally arrive at the camp and of course we have to unload the semi truck again, by this time we had moved those godforsaken bags in and out of that damn truck 4 times already. By the way the average weight of one rucksack was around 120 pounds and the duffel bags were not much lighter. They end up putting us in the same types of tents that we stayed in at al saleem, at least these ones had good air conditioning, and proceed to tell us that we will be there for 24 hours at least. Redrum, Redrum, Redrum.

The next day we had nothing to do but wander around and glare at all the bastards we saw that were getting ready to go back home. I did get a chance to eat a Big Mac which for some reason I was really craving as soon as I saw the McDonalds. It was good but not as good as back home. It was at that point that I realized I had not had any fast food for about 2 and ½ months and that I really did not miss it. At least I got to take my picture with a life sized replica of Ronald McDonald that they had sitting on a bench in the middle of the desert, strange world.

So as you can see our escape was not much of an escape at all. My next blog will cover our absolutely horrible plane ride and our glorious introduction to Iraq ( it was not really that glorious).

Kuwait

2009-07-25T11:02:00.000-04:00

I can honestly say I liked this country much better when it was all on fire, at least the oil smoke blocked out the sun , it is too goddamn hot here. We were given the first 2 days here off to acclimatize and get our heads sorted out from the jet lag. It was a nice break for us and gave us some time to wander around the base a little more to find out what all was here. It gets light here around 0400 in the morning and it is not too hot around that time. It starts to get really hot around 1000 or so. And to be honest the heat is rough but would not be so bad if it were not for the evil winds of death. Usually between 1100 and 1600 the wind blows in from the desert usually around 30-40mph and it is like being in a blast furnace. You would think it would be nice to have a breeze or even some wind to cool you down but all it is is hot air blowing that is filled with sand. Seriously it is like having someone chase you down with a giant hair dryer and a sandblaster, absolutely miserable. I would like to now apologize to all the ants I have burned with a magnifying glass in my lifetime, Karma is a bitch. The chow halls here are absolutely insane, I see now how some people that deploy gain weight. There are 4 meals each day, breakfast, lunch , dinner, and midnight meal. The food is awesome which I am happy about. What pisses me off is that the chow halls here are also run by civilians and are 20x better than the ones back home. It annoys me because over here all the workers are Philipino, Indian and Pakistani and they do a much better job than the civilian American workers do in the states. My point being that it is a sad state of affairs when foreign nationals care more about their jobs and how they do them then Americans do back home in relation to feeding US troops.

The internet here absolutely sucks ass. It is all wireless and there are so many people trying to use it that it is almost impossible to log in. To top it off you have to pay for it which I think is a goddamn crime personally. I did get an awesome haircut here though, the guy shaved my head, massaged my scalp, powdered my scalp and gave me a 3 minute neck massage all for 6 bucks, pretty cool. The latrines here are all Port-a-Potties which is not too bad except when you use them in the afternoon then they are like shit saunas. Also when the wind is blowing in the afternoons you most defiantly do not want to be downwind of them. We also have shower trailers which are pretty nice considering we are in the middle of the desert. Basically they look like trailer homes and inside you have about 15 individual shower stalls and benches that run down the middle with sinks on one wall with mirrors. That is one thing I have come to miss is mirrors, sometimes it is just the small things.

Our first bit of training started on the 3rd day and consisted of a 3 day MRAP ( Mine Resistant Ambush Protection ) drivers training. I was really excited to be getting this training at first as we had been looking forward to it for some time. These are the vehicles that we are supposed to have once we get to Iraq. I say at first because very quickly during the class we all realized it was a big piece of crap. I call it the MCRAP. I am not going to go into too many details of it for OPSEC ( operational Security ) reasons. But I will say it is absolutely the most uncomfortable vehicle I have ever had the displeasure of riding in. I actually think that when I get back I may write every congressman I can get a hold of and let them know that some one pulled the wool over their eyes on this purchase ( a whopping $500,000.00 per vehicle ). For you folks back home paying taxes you should be pissed. The first day was all death by power point classes, the second day was supposed to be preventive maintained classes in the motor pool than some driving. The weather did not cooperate of course , the wind was extremely high and cut visibility down to next to nothing so instead we went back to the classroom for more classes then took the written test . So the third day consisted of all driving , 15 hours worth. We had 5 guys per truck and everyone had to have a turn driving through various obstacle courses and with different equipment. It was a grueling day sitting in the back of those things for so long. By late afternoon all the trucks were pretty much out of gas so we had to head back to base. Initially we were told that we were done but then they decided that we absolutely had to drive at night to get our certificates. I thought that they wanted us to drive with blackout lights ( special lights on all military vehicles for driving at night ) or night vision, but no, it was just so we could drive with headlights, absolutely retarded. Got back around 2100 got our certificates and promptly escaped back to the barracks before they could come up with anything else completely stupid.

On our 5th day here, Thursday the 6h we went to an IED class which was actually fairly informative. I hate to say it but you have to give it to the insurgents for creativity sometimes, that’s all I am going to say on that issue. Then Harbin and I had to go to the airfield to practice loading and unloading Blackhawk helicopters as flying in them is part of our job. We did that for a couple hours then headed off to afternoon chow. Around 1300 we had a really cool class on foreign weapons. How to take them apart and put them together and how to fire them. Did not have much else to do the rest of the day. Friday morning was really cool, we got to do a Blackhawk insertion on a mock up village. It was all very exciting although I must say that running with all that equipment in the desert sucks a lot more than doing it in Washington state, just saying. Saturday we had some more mandatory briefings and Sunday we had to do the MRAP rollover training, which did not seem to be too bad for most people in it but I was in the gunner position and it was not fun at all.

I actually had to look at my calendar to figure out what days we did what as I have no sense of time anymore, days of the week have no meaning at all these days. Everyone here is absolutely ready to get the hell out of Kuwait and get to Iraq. One of the main reasons we want to get there is we are all absolutely tired of living out of our bags. We have been living out of duffel bags and rucksacks for three long months so far.

Spent our last two days in Kuwait lounging around waiting for a flight out which was nice and relaxing but also a bit annoying as we all are absolutely ready to get the hell out of Kuwait. Our escape from Kuwait turned into a complete nightmare and that will be the subject of my next post.

One thing I would like to add. If you were ever in the mind to donate money to an organization let me suggest the USO. Those folks do an outstanding job supporting and helping us soldiers out.

Military time

2009-07-24T12:08:00.000-04:00

Thought I would post this up since i write with Military time in my blogs.

Military time

100am = 0100
200am = 0200
300am = 0300
400am = 0400
500am = 0500
600am = 0600
700am = 0700
800am = 0800
1000am = 1000
1100am = 1100
1200am = 1200
100pm = 1300
200pm = 1400
300pm = 1500
400pm = 1600
500pm = 1700
600pm = 1800
700pm = 1900
800pm = 2000
900pm = 2100
1000pm = 2200
1100pm = 2300
1200pm = 2400

2009-07-24T12:05:00.000-04:00

It was kind of strange leaving Ft. Lewis . I expected that it would only be our unit at the air base getting ready to leave but it turned out there were 3 different units leaving that day for Iraq and Afghanistan. We got to the hanger around 1500 and after a couple briefings were able to wander around while we waited to load the plane. The USO is a wonderful organization they were there handing out gift bags with playing cards, snacks and toiletries. They also had a little shop off the hanger with free coffee and snacks. With a final farewell from several officers and high ranking NCOs’ the time finally rolled around to load the plane, so with a bit of apprehension we walked out onto the tarmac and loaded the plane.

Boy what a trip, 26 hours of flying and airport time. We left Ft. Lewis around 1700on Thursday the 9th and arrived in wonderful Kuwait around 0100 Saturday the 10th. Talk about some serious jet lag. The flight over was absolutely brutal. The plane had seats for 420 and we only had about 300 people but because of weight distribution we all had to pack the back of the plane. This was tough as each person is carrying a large assault pack, computer bag and an M-4 rifle with attachments. To say it was a little cramped is putting it mildly. After about 4 hours of sitting in such a cramped space my knees felt like they had been opened up and broken glass had been inserted, not a good feeling at all. We started the flight with our unit of 135 and about 60 folks from another unit. Then we had to fly to Colorado and pick up 100 more people. The flight to Colorado was only a couple of hours and was not too bad. We sat there at the airplane hanger for a break for about 1 and a 1/2 hours then loaded up and took off again headed for Minneapolis /ST. Paul. We arrived there around 0200 in the morning feeling a little bit worn out. We were able to de-plane for a nice 2 hour break and were greeted by the USO. If there ever was an organization to donate money too it would be the USO. We were greeted by 7 smiling ladies who handed out Burger King cheeseburgers and cold cokes. They had books that folks could take for free and all sorts of snacks and such. I was humbled that these folks took time out of their lives to meet us at the airport at such a late hour and take care of us the way they did. We left Minneapolis around 0400 for our flight to Shannon airport in Ireland for the first long leg of our journey. I had stayed awake Wednesday to Thursday night for the most part so when we boarded the plane I fell asleep and woke up when the wheels touched down in Ireland. We were able to de-plane while they refueled for several hours. Because of course it being Ireland the main section of the airport has a huge bar in it. It was a trip back in time for me as my unit stopped at that same airport on our return flight from Desert Storm. Of course the terminal was brand new and completely different from my last visit which had been 18 years previous. I chose to skip the beer as I have already checked the box of having a draft Harp and Guinness in Ireland. Instead I went with some nice hot Irish coffee. The prices were outrageous and I am now the proud owner of several Euros which I will now have to carry with me for a year. I honestly do not remember what time it was that we landed in Ireland as I was a bit out of sorts having traveled backward in time and being jet lagged and confused. After a nice break and several beers drank by most we got back on the plane for our final leg to Kuwait.

The flight to Kuwait took about 7 hours and it felt like I was in the 13th ring of hell. I am accustomed to flying and traveling but being in such a cramped space for so long pretty much had everyone extremely annoyed by the time we finally landed in Kuwait. Landing in Kuwait was a surreal experience for me. The last time I saw that airfield and terminal it was all pretty much on fire and the skies were blocked by oil smoke. This time around they had a new terminal and the runways were not cratered from cluster bombs. We got in around 0100 which was actually a blessing as it was only about 85 degrees out at that time. I was defiantly feeling weird about the whole experience , I would not say I was having flashbacks or anything of that sort but there was defiantly a weird vibe about the whole thing. For one thing I could not believe I was back there getting ready to go fight in another war in that region. . We unloaded the plane on the tarmac and loaded some buses that took us to a little rest area that had bins of ice water and some latrines. We were able to take a break and stretch our legs for a bit then we were loaded back up onto the buses for our trip to the FOB we were going to. We had to stop at al saleem airfield to drop off the troops that we had picked up in Colorado then we were off to Camp Buehring which was the base that we would be staying at for our hopefully short stay in Kuwait. All in all we spent about 2 hours on the bus which was annoying after our joyous airplane trip.

After finally getting onto base we drove to a briefing area and unloaded the buses. We were allowed to run over to the chow hall and grab breakfast which was awesome because all we had eaten in the last 30 hours had been airplane food. After chow we had to go through some briefings about the FOB rules, most of which are stupid in case you were wondering. We also had to have a briefing where they tried to convince us that Kuwait is a combat zone, it did not work we still don’t believe it. After the briefings of which 90% of them I cant remember because they gave them to us after we had all been traveling for 30 hours we got back onto the buses and headed over to our barracks area. The barracks are pretty awesome here, air conditioning and electric lights. Basically they are just huge steel support tents with plastic covers. A very different experience from my last deployment. We unloaded the truck that had all of our bags on it and moved into the barracks. Most people dropped their bags and racked out immediately , it was late afternoon by this time. Surprisingly I was not able to sleep so my buddy Harbin and I went a wandering. It was hotter than hell and a bit of a shock to the system but we forged forward because we had heard there was a starbucks on base and we are both coffee hounds. Sure enough there is a Starbucks here along with a Burger king, taco bell and a KFC. We wandered around for a bit then headed back to the barracks where I promptly fell asleep for about 12 hours, it was awesome.

4th of July in Seattle

2009-07-06T14:59:00.000-04:00

Whew what a weekend!

Apparently the Army decided it was okay to give us another pass, so we had Saturday and Sunday off as part of the 4th of July weekend. I was kind of bummed out at first because when I left Michigan on the previous weekend on that 4 day pass I decided to leave all my civilian clothes back at home. At first I was not going to do anything but after watching all the guys pour out of the barracks with destinations unknown I decided there was no way I was just going to hang out on base for the weekend. So I caught a ride to the main PX ( post exchange = Army's version of walmart ) and bought some shorts and a T-shirt. When I got back to the barracks I still had no idea what I was going to do but I knew that I would be absolutely pissed with myself if I stayed on base on my last night of freedom before heading off to war. So I called my friend Heather who lives in Seattle hopped in a cab and went to up to see her. The cab ride up there was unbelievably nerve racking as the cab driver had this horrible habit of over correcting with the steering wheel. Even when we were going straight down the highway she kept moving the steering wheel back and fourth. I felt like telling her I was not in the Navy and to stop making me feel as if I was on a boat in rough seas. After a harrowing hundred and thirty dollar cab ride I arrived at Jarret and Bugs ( another Heather so I will call her by her nickname in this post ) house.

They were having a BBQ and were kind enough to let me join my friend Heather there. I was a little nervous because Heather and I had not seen each other in close to 10 years but we picked right up where we left off before and had a great time. After several jello shots, beers and some awesome hamburgers Jarret, Bug, Clayton,Emily, Heather and I headed out to go to a block party that Heather knew about. On our way to the party the city started their fireworks show so we stopped to watch them. It was very cool, they had this huge barge in the middle of Union lake and the choreographed music was being played on a local radio station. So you had this awesome fireworks show and what seemed like hundreds of radios playing this music during the show it was really cool. After the fireworks we made our way down to the block party which was really what seemed like a 2 block stretch of residential streets blocked off for the event. Apparently it is hosted by a friend of Heathers and seemed to be quite a blowout. Unfortunately it was winding down by the time we got down there but it looked like it had been going pretty strong since early in the afternoon. They had mechanical bull rides and some sort of ramp that landed in a wading pool ( I never did figure out what the were using to launch themselves into it ) and of course mass quantities of alcohol. After hanging out for a bit and watching Heather talk to damn near everyone on the street ( seriously I think she knows everyone in Seattle) we scored some road beers and started heading back the way we came to link back up with Bug and Jarret who we seemed to have lost somewhere along the way. We met up at the local yacht club where Heather works and decided it would be cool to go hang out on the dock for a bit. We started to walk out on the dock but there was a boat moored at the end and we were a little nervous about going out there and disturbing them. Of course heather was not nervous about it since she worked there and went out and talked to them. It turns out they were extremely cool people and had no problem with us hanging out on the dock. They were so cool in fact that they gave us home made Ice cream that they had made and these really awesome cupcakes. After talking with them for a bit they decided to take their dog for a walk. As soon as they left the idea was brought up that we should go swimming. * side note: Heather and I have a long history of late night swimming with large groups of people with usually little to no clothes on.* So sure enough before you know it we are all in the lake in our underwear. It was absolutely awesome and felt great. After our midnight swim Bill and Priscella ( the boat owners) returned and after an awkward moment of getting dressed in front of them we all headed back to Jarret and Bug's house. We were all exhausted by this point so Heather and I headed back to her house to crash out. We walked and she forgot to mention the fact that her house was on top of a mountain, seriously I thought I was in San Francisco.

I enjoyed a lazy Sunday with Heather and Emily starting with an awesome breakfast at an awesome restaurant ( guess what, Heather knew the manager, go figure :) then a quick stroll through one of the many local street markets. I needed a ride back to Ft. Lewis so Heather borrowed a friends car and gave me a ride back. We arrived at Ft. Lewis with plenty of time to spare but I was unaware of the rules of having a visitor on base. It was so unbelievably stupid I am still in awe. I understand that they need to have base security and all that but you would think that someone with a military ID would be able to vouch for someone with a valid drivers license. No, that is not the case, after arriving at the gate I am used to coming onto base from we were informed that Heather had to have a visitors pass to enter the base. I was getting a bit annoyed after talking to the guard for a bit and told Heather it was no big deal I would just walk to my barracks. But oh no, I was told that No I was not allowed to walk onto base from the gate and we had to go to the Main gate. We drive 2 miles down the highway to the main gate to get Heather a pass to give me a ride to my barracks which were several miles away. After waiting in line at the "visitors center" we finally get to a service window where they wanted enough documents to make your head spin. By this time I was already late for formation and I went outside to make a phone call but of course my phone battery had died so no phone call. Then I was going to take a cab but of course I call them and it is a 45 minute wait. By this point I was absolutely pissed so I just decided to walk, apparently you are allowed to walk onto post from the main gate. So after a quick goodbye to Heather I start hoofing it. Thankfully after having run a ways a woman that had been sitting in the visitors center while I was there pulled up and offered to give me a ride the rest of the way. End result, missed formation, lots of push ups and harassment ( good natured) and a counseling statement which is really just a slap on the wrist.

So besides the stupidity at the gate it was easily as Clayton put it " the best time I have had in years" and it was. I honestly cannot remember the last time I have had such an awesome spontaneous night out like that. Definatly a memory I will carry with me for years to come.

So I would like to send out a heartfelt thank you to Jarret and Bug for their awesome hospitality, and to Clayton and Emily for being such awesome people and of course to my friend Heather for letting me hang out and have such a great night out in Seattle before I leave for Iraq. I would like to give a another thanks to Clayton who served in Iraq in the Navy with E.O.D. ( explosives ordinance disposal ) it was really cool to hang out with someone who has been there from the perspective of someone that is going there.

So I am dedicating this post to "The Lake Union Six" thanks again and I look forward to seeing you all again when I return from my current glorious adventure.

4 day pass

2009-06-30T23:07:00.000-04:00

Man just got back from a great 4 day pass back home. I was able to see allot more people than I expected but was also able to do some quality relaxing. It sure did bring to light that it is the simple things in life that you usually end up missing. Things like just sitting on a porch with your best friend drinking coffee and not really talking about anything but yet talking about everything while waiting for a stove to be delivered ( I bailed before that happened because I wanted a nap ). The simple fact of jumping into a car and having the freedom to go anywhere you want without having to ask permission. The fact of being able to go anywhere at any time at night and being able to find stores and restaurants that are open past 8pm. Ice cubes in all my drinks was very cool, literally. Being able to sit around and not have to worry about when your next hard time was ( a particular time you had to be somewhere) and not worrying about getting attached to some sort of detail ( work party/group for a particular task ). Hell , just driving down the highway playing music without headphones on and the windows down was wonderful ( a huge thank you to all that let me borrow their cars :). I do have to say that having not had a bad hangover in quite a while I sure did notice how I did not miss them.

The first night home was kind of strange for me.I always feel as if I am some sort of time traveler when I travel a far distance in one day, especially when I do it and I am in the Army. One day I am in a classroom wearing a uniform getting a class on when it is okay to shoot people and the next day I am at home having drinks ( with ice) with all my friends. The first night out I felt more like a bystander on the fringe of the crowd than I did a participant. Everyone was sitting around just like always talking about the previous workweek and stuff they were planning to do this summer. And I was just kind of sitting there absorbing it all feeling out of place. Part of it is that it is difficult to really explain what it is like in the Army to a group of people that have never been in. After years of this I have decided that it is not possible and the best you will be able to do is share a few funny stories and have a laugh. That is one reason I am glad to have this blog as I feel it helps to explain the military and what we do a little more clearly than a typical bar conversation.

Where as the pass was awesome and a much needed break it was actually kind of cool to get back. Most of us just want to get over there and start doing our job. This is something we have been training for and working towards for over a year now and all the training is now becoming redundant. Not to mention that the big Army stupid bus apparently rolled into town while we were gone. Apparently the active duty Army unit that is stationed in the barracks around us is not fond of a deploying National Guard unit in their midst. Not just any Guard unit but an Airborne Guard unit. We all think that it is beret envy as the unit here is a leg (non Airborne / not cool enough to jump out of airplanes ) unit. The regular Army wears black berets, Airborne units wear a maroon beret, Rangers wear a tan beret and Special Forces wear a green beret. The Army wearing black berets is something fairly new. A few years ago some general in the pentagon ( probably a leg ) decided that everyone should be allowed to wear a beret not just special units.The command Sergeant major that is stationed here has started nit picking all our soldiers, apparently he does not like when we choose to put on our berets before going outside and when we decide to take them off as we go inside. Basically you have to wear headgear when you are outside and take it off when you go inside. I guess the fact that we put our berets on as we are walking outside and taking them off as we enter buildings as opposed to coming to a complete stop either as we enter and leave to do it annoys him.He went so far as to go to our CO ( commanding officer ) and complain to him as to when exactly we should put our berets on, bottom line Stupid Army bus.

So the pass went great except when I finally got to the Seattle airport. They lost my bag and my bag only out of the whole flight. I found this to be somewhat suspicious as I had allot of newly purchased Army gear in my bag to include a pretty fancy brand new combat rifle sight for my M-4. The M-4 is the standard issue rifle in the Army these days, it is basically the same thing as an M-16 which the Army has used since Vietnam except it now has a shorter barrel and a collapsible stock. It also has rails that cover the barrel that you are able to attach different types of accessories to the rifle such as fore grips, flashlights, bi-pods and that sort of thing. The Army issues us a combat sight for our rifles but I really do not like it and chose to buy my own, besides I can use it on my rifle at home so it is not just a one year use item. Anyways after not seeing my bag on the carousel I had to go to the baggage claim desk to find out they had no idea where my bag was. After I explained to them that I was leaving for Iraq in several days and that I was really, really, really not happy that they did not know where my bag was and explained to them how much money it was going to cost for them to replace the items it miraculously showed up in their computer as still being in Michigan. I had to go pick it up from the airport today and to my surprise everything was in there which I was pretty happy about.

So that about sums up my four day pass experience I will try and put in another entry before I cross the big pond. If not it may be several weeks before I am able to access the interweb again. Until next time..........

Yakima

2009-06-17T12:49:00.000-04:00

Yakima is proving to be NTC ( national training center -Ft. Irwin California )all over again, a brief flurry of activity for a couple of days and then sheer boredom for the rest of the time. Our training at Ft. Lewis was fast and furious and we kept busy and learned all sorts of great stuff. Then we came here to Yakima to do field maneuvers to show 1st Army that we know what we are doing and are ready to deploy to Iraq. It is an actual test in which you can actually fail. If you fail you have to stay at the MOB station for a longer period of time and keep retesting until you pass. We saw an engineer company from Mississippi that was MOB'ing out of Ft. Irwin when we were at NTC in March that had been to every MOB station in the US for the last six months and still had not passed. Heard of another unit from North Carolina that barely passed MOB and got to Iraq but were actually kicked back to the US 5 months into their tour because they were so ate up (ate up = not worth a damn).

The problem with this field problem is that it is scripted by the big Army , 1st Army. It might be great for a regular Infantry unit but it is not really suited for what my unit does. The other problem with it being scripted is that nothing can be added to the scenario once it starts. So on the first mission the teams went on 2ND platoon had a truck break down. We got all geared up to go out and retrieve it and bring them another vehicle but we were not able to because it was not in the "script" which I think is absolutely retarded. So basically all the Infantry teams get all this training in the field and my section and the transportation section are stuck in the rear with nothing to do because the Army did not understand how our unit was set up. I guess we will just get to practice in the real world in Iraq.

The captain has been frustrated by the "scripting" of these exercises and has pretty much forced himself into the scenario which is cool as it gives us something to do. For the last three days we have actually gotten to leave the base and pull a couple of missions. I have been riding in the turret as a .50 cal machingunner on our up armored humvee. It is all very exciting for the first couple of hours but can actually become exhausting work. First is the simple act of climbing up and down from the turret wearing all your gear. Not to mention mounting the gun which weighs about 110 pounds. About half of your torso sticks up above the roof but you have some protection from the turret armor. The only exposed skin you really have is your face and neck so you get a nice sunburn. It is also very tough on your feet as you are pretty much standing the whole time wearing all your gear and getting bounced around. But I do have to admit that there is a certain amount of feeling almighty standing behind that huge gun, I am a war monger I know. Have not had a chance to fire but I have had lots of practice cleaning it. I have been riding in the last truck of the convoy pulling rear security which gives me the austere privilege of eating all the dust from the first 3 vehicles.

The worst part of Yakima has proven to be the chow hall. It is run by a civilian contractor and the food is absolutely horrible. For breakfast I pretty much just eat oatmeal,bacon and pancakes ( if they are not rock hard that is). Everything else they have is pretty much crap. No one eats the eggs anymore because we have figured out that they are recycling them. Some mornings they have "breakfast burritos" which are just the eggs, bacon and sausage from the day before. We don't get lunch , we are supposed to eat MRE"s which is something I just started doing here in week two because I have been starving to death. I had an MRE today which was 5 times better than any food that I have had in the chow hall, that is just sad and should not be an issue in this day and age. I don't know when the Army stopped using its cooks but it is time to bring them back. When you had cooks assigned to your unit they actually cared about what they served and the food was a s good as they could make it using what they had. Now with these civilian contractors its all about cutting corners for profit, a seriously sad state of affairs. Yesterday I was totally starving having not eaten lunch and very little breakfast. I go to dinner chow and they have a choice of burritos or lasagna, I chose the burrito because they looked good. Unfortunately they were total shit, turns out they had used the chicken fried steak from the night before and chopped it up and put it into the burritos. It actually made me sick, even the 1st Sgt. hated it, he took 2 bites then threw it away. And if all that was not enough we actually have to pay for the food. The Army gives us a food allowance every month but when you eat in a chow hall they subtract a certain amount of money for every meal you sign in for. So not only does the food suck ass but I have to pay for it, got to love the Army.

Another crappy thing about Yakima is the wind and dust, why anyone would choose to live here is beyond me. I actually think the dust here is worse than it is going to be overseas. That is a bad statement since we are going to a desert where there is no greenery whatsoever. I will be seriously surprised if all my electronics live through my entire deployment.

Alright, gonna go to the gym and burn off some aggression.

Active duty Vs. Reserves

2009-06-10T23:53:00.000-04:00

This entry is mostly a description of the differences between active duty and the reserves. I am astounded sometimes by the lack of knowledge about the military and how it works in the general populace of the United States sometimes so I figure since I have this blog maybe I can explain some of that to those that are interested.

Whenever you sign your first contract with the military whether it is the Army, Air force, Marines, coast guard, Navy or any reserve unit you are signing an 8 year contract. I will use my experience as an example, when I enlisted for the first time it was for 3 years of active duty. When I got out I had the choice to serve the 5 years in either the Army Reserves or in the Inactive reserves (IRR). The Army ( or national guard) reserves means you go to a weekend drill once a month usually for a Saturday and Sunday and you also have to serve two full weeks during the summer months. The in-active reserves just means the Army keeps all your contact info on file for those 5 years and in case they need extra body's they can call you up and re-activate you to active duty. That happened to my friend Jim for Desert storm, one day he was sitting on his couch and he got a phone call and two weeks later he was sitting in a tank on his way through the Iraqi desert. When you are in the active reserves you can also be called back up for active duty which has obviously been the case in the last several years with the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. I chose to join the active reserves when I got off of active duty and served those last 5 years of my 8 year contract and then some. Once you have completed those 8 years you are done unless you decide to stay in. I have heard stories in the last several years of the Army trying to call up soldiers past their 8 year contract but I believe all those folks fought it and won in court as a breach of contract. The only difference between the National Guard and the Army reserves is that the National Guard is State funded and the Army reserves is government funded. To add to that the National guard gets some money from the federal government but not a lot. When the National Guard gets activated for active duty those soldiers become part of the regular Army and are paid federally.

When I was serving with the 82nd Airborne division on active duty we used to make fun of all the reservists and National guard and back then they kind of deserved it. That was during peacetime when the last time a reserve unit had been called to active duty was for Vietnam. But these days I consider the Guard and Army reserves to be actually more difficult to serve in than active duty. The differences are that when you are on active duty the Army is your life and job and that is all you have to worry about. You get up every morning and do PT you go eat chow then you report to whatever area you work in. At the end of the day you go back to the barracks and your day is done. You usually get weekends off unless you are in the Field ( on training maneuvers) and you get to enjoy all the federal holidays that everyone else enjoys. Plus you get 30 days off every year in which you can take leave and go home or go traveling. It really is just like having a job with the slight difference that you may have to go to a war and you have to obey lots of rules.

In the reserves you only get that one weekend a month and those 2 weeks in the summer to train on all your military skills and you are expected to be proficient in your job at all times especially these days with all the call ups. Also you have to maintain your PT to the Army standards which I can tell you is allot harder than it sounds. Basically being in the reserves in my eyes requires 3 times the discipline as the active duty does. Plus the fact that you have a whole separate civilian life that you have to maintain. It is also harder for the families when the reserve soldiers get called up because they are usually going through their normal lives then their spouse or whoever has to get up and drop everything and take off for a year. Allot of states have developed new laws in regard to the amount of deployments that their National guard units can be called up. In Michigan if you get called up for a year you cannot be re-deployed for a minimum of three years from their return. Individual soldiers can volunteer for more deployments if they want but the government cannot call up whole units for three years. Those laws were put in place because the Army was calling up units for 15 month deployments then calling them back up only several months after they had returned. Another law that has been put into place in the last year is that units cannot be called up for more than 12 months at a time.

Age and rank

2009-06-09T10:51:00.000-04:00

Easily one of the hardest parts of being back in the Army has been my age in relation to my rank and other peoples rank. Due to some of my more extravagant behavior in previous enlistments I am not holding much rank in the Army at the moment. Also the spot I am in at this company does not offer much in terms of advancement but I chose to stay in this unit for deployment more than promotion. Anyways, being a 42 year old private in the land of 24 year old Sergeants has proven to be a test of my maturity. Which by the way has noticeably improved over the years as I have not had any incidents (yet). Not only is it hard for me but it is also difficult for the younger Sergeants as they definitely feel uncomfortable telling me what to do. As a matter of fact for the most part when I am working with them I inevitably take charge and run the detail ( work group working on a specific task ) because sad as it may be I have noticed that alot of the younger NCO'c ( non-commissioned officers or non-coms or enlisted) really have no idea how to lead. With all the constant deployments and retention problems in the Army these days the armed forces have been using promotions as a way to keep soldiers in the Army. This is a good way to keep the force strength up but in the long run it is a bad way to run the Army. To me it seems that the rank of Sergeant is the Army's new rank of Specialist ( a specialist is considered an overpaid private). Here is a brief intro to the Army's rank structure:

Enlisted-
E-1 Private
E-2 Private w/one stripe
E-3 Private first class
E-4 Specialist
E-5 Sergeant
E-6 Staff sergeant
E-7 Sergeant first class
E-8 Master sergeant
E-9 First Sergeant/Sergeant major

Officers-
0-1 2nd Lieutenant
0-2 1st lieutenant
0-3 captain
0-4 Major
0-5 Lieutenant colonel
0-6 colonel
0-7 General (1 star,2 star, 3 star, 4 star)

Currently I am a lowly private first class although I have been told that a promotion is on its way which for me only really means a pay raise which I am fine with. I am hoping to get my Sergeant stripes while we are overseas. Currently in the unit there are about 15 people around my age that hold the same rank as me if not lower so it makes it a hard life on those younger sergeants.

It is of my opinion that the quality of soldiers currently in the Army is on both ends of the scale from top of the line soldiers to bottom of the barrel soldiers. This has a lot to do with the recruitment standards that the Army used over the last several years to get soldiers to stay in the service or recruiting off the street. It used to be if you had any major mis-deamoners on your criminal record there was no way you could get into the Army. But for several years they dropped that requirement and were accepting people that had as many as 2-3 felonies on record. Starting last October which is the beginning of the Army's fiscal year they dropped that practice and have since gone back to the policy of no waivers to get into the Military. I am grateful I came back in when I did because if I had waited I might not have been able to get in. Not that I needed any waivers or anything but the process would have been a lot more difficult.

To be honest when I came back into the service in early 2008 I would have considered myself one of the bottom of the barrel soldiers. having lived as a civilian for the last 12 years I had absolutely no military bearing whatsoever. It has been a pretty big adjustment for me being back in the Army. I am happy to say that over this last year and a half I have improved my soldierly ways quite a bit. I actually wish that they had made me go through some kind of boot camp to come back in as so many things have changed since the last time I was in. All the issued equipment is new and has actually changed several times over the years. Not only has all the gear changed but also all the soldier tasks have changed completely, it is like being in a completely different Army.

One major change in the military that I am not so fond of and this may come as a shock to some that know me is the lackadaisical approach the Army has come to adopt. Everything is about the soldiers comfort these days which is nice in some ways but there is a definite lack of discipline. You know it has to be a change if I am complaining about it due to my previous exploits in the military. Maybe I have just gotten older in the ways of my thinking, I do not know, but the Army seems to have fallen into the ME generation in full force. Simple things like keeping your personal areas cleaned up and having all your gear squared away ( making sure all your gear is in working order) does not seem to be much of a priority in the Army these days.

Apology

2009-06-08T19:56:00.000-04:00

My apologies for the screwed up layout of the text. I tried to rearrange the post in to the correct order and in the process the text layout got screwed up. Future posts should not be so spread out.

The decision

2009-06-08T19:11:00.000-04:00

The purpose of this blog is to create a space for me to formulate all my
thoughts on my decision to go back into the Army reserves and to
specifically go to Iraq on a deployment. It is also a good medium to keep
all my friends informed on what is going on with me during my deployment.

I first broached the subject of re-enlisting with my friend Sean in early
2007. We were both in a state of flux in our jobs and our lives at that
time and that proved to be the catalyst for the most part in out decision
making process. That wasnt all of it of course, our friend Clint was
currently serving in the National Guard at the time and the thought of all
of us in the same unit was pretty appealing.

For myself personally there were so many other factors in my decision also.
Money, boredom, college money, my idealist veiws and just a major dis-
satisfaction with my life up to that point. For a good period of time
before I came to the conclusion of re-enlisting I just seemed to be free
floating through life with absoloutly no direction and a sort of malaise
and I really did not like it. The Michigan economy and the United States
for that matter were /are in a horrible economy work was slow and to be
honest I was very dis-interested in what I was doing as far as work went. I
have spent the last 20 years of my life doing construction which I always
felt was not up to my standards. In other words I felt I was wasting my
talents, the only problem was I was not sure what those talents were. Not
to say that construction work is beneath me or anyone for that matter as I
have many friends in the industry and I consider them all to be able minded
and extremly smart. But construction was just something that I started
doing when I got off active duty in 1989 and I just kind of went with the
flow. With the economy in the state it was, and is, I was finding it
extremly hard to get work and was increasingly doing jobs that I really did
not want to do but was compelled to do such as concrete and roofing. The
Army and deployment was an extremly easy solution to all my financial
problems.

Not only was it a quick fix to my financial problems but it also offered
new college money. Since I was a moron and did not use the GI bill that I
had from my first enlistment I will now have a second chance, not to
mention the fact that the new one is so much better. Hopefully moronic
activity will not consume me when I return and this time I will actualy use
it this time. So I have covered money, boredom and college money now for
the confusing idealist veiws.

Hopefully some of this will not upset or agraviate any of my friends but
one of the many other reasons I came back in was I was tired of the way
most of America was going about their daily lives as if nothing else was
going on in the world. A day has not gone by since the beggining of the war
in Afghanistan and Iraq that I do not think of the men and women who are
serving over there and in the armed forces in general. Part of that is from
being a veteran myself, having served in operation Desert Sheild / Desert
Storm I know what it is like to be away from home serving your country
during a war. It is a huge sacrifice and I just think that too many
Americans take that service for granted. I felt that I was becoming one of
those people taking it for granted and in some twisted form of idealism I
felt for some reason that if I was over there then my friends would have to
think more about those wars and the people serving in them. Because as it
stands right now with our all volunteer Army the only people truley
affected by the war on terrorism are the friends and family of the soldiers
who are serving in them. As I write it and re-read it it sounds extremly
self centered and selfish but be that as it may that was one of the many
other reasons for my volunteering to go on this deployment. Also, and I
have heard many other prior service veterans say the same thing, hearing
about how overburdened the armed forces were and the many repeat
deployments that our service men and women have been going on I just felt
that I should pitch in. Now I am not going to become a pariah and try and
make it sound like I did this all for the soldiers and my country. As I
have previously stated and written down money and college were prime
motivators.

Dont get me wrong I love my country and I am proud to be serving again. I
have done my fair share of bitching about the current state of our country
and our leadership or lack there of in the last several years. Having
travelled to many third world countrys in my lifetime and seen how horrible
other governments and peoples living conditions are America is the best in
comparison. America has its problems but they pale in relation to alot of
other countrys.

The process

2009-06-08T19:09:00.000-04:00

Early 2007, the initial discussions were about what we wanted to do in the
Army if we went back in and we both came to the conclusion that what we did
not want to do was any kind of support job which both of us had done
previously in the service. We pretty much came to the mutual decision to
join the Airborne Infantry unit that Clint was in partly because Clint was
there and also there was good intelligence that they were going to be
called up for deployment. We both were joining the Guard again specifically
for deployment. The summer months of 2007 were a flurry of phone calls and
internet searches of what infantry units and or combat units that were
available in the guard and were on the list for deployments. For a red hot
minute it looked as if I would not be able to join Clint’s unit and that
brought a whole new flurry of activity trying to find a good unit to go to.
I looked at joining a leg ( non-Airborne) unit out of Detroit but was
warned that they were ate the fuck up (not worth a damn) and also a
mechanized Infantry unit on the west side of the state but the commute was
too much for me. Eventually it all worked out and both Sean and I got into
Clint’s unit.. I mean if you are going to do something big like re-
enlisting at age 41 you might as well go big, right? I looked at it all as
a mid life crisis and since neither of us could afford a new sports car we
would go back into the Army as Infantry. So we went to the local
recruitment office in Ypsilanti and told the recruiter we wanted to re-
enlist as Infantry which caused a lot of raised eyebrows, especially when
we told them what unit we wanted to go to. We actually went to see the
recruiter several times and called him several times before we committed to
anything. Having been prior service we wanted to make sure we did not get
screwed over which unbelievably still happens these days. We ended up
signing a 2 year contract with no bonus as they could not find all our
previous service records. (which ended up working very well for me)with a
guaranteed Infantry slot.

Everything else was a smooth ride except when it came to the medical
portion. The recruiters sent us to a private clinic in Wixom for our
physicals instead of the local MEPS ( Military in processing station) . It
was nice to not have to go through the MEPS process with all the other
recruits but the doctor we went to ended up being some kind of retard.
Basically true to government form they use the lowest bidder for those
types of services and it shows believe me. There were a couple of close
calls medically but we both finally passed after having to go to our
individual doctors and setting some things straight. Which was a huge
relief to both of us and also to the recruiters as we had passed all the
other tests with flying colors. As a testament to the able minds of my
friends both Sean and I passed the ASVAB (Armed forces entrance exam) well
above the average which is funny since we are both high school dropouts
with no college. To give an example when I went to take my test I was in a
van with 4 other people all of which had recently graduated from high
school, only one other person passed the test and he just barely passed.
This is sad as the ASVAB is not that hard of a test and the computer
version that we took has somewhat of a curve to it. As you answer questions
they either get harder or easier based on your answer. For example if you
answer the question wrong the next question is easier and if you answer
correctly the next question is harder. I just figured that the ones that
did not pass must have spelled their names wrong.

So finally after several small bumps in the road Sean and I went down to
the recruiters office and raised our right hands. Not only did we get to
join the National guard for 2 years but we also got these cool pens with
built in laser pointers and a nice coffee travel mug, what a deal.

Back in the Army

2009-06-08T19:07:00.000-04:00

Holy crap what was I thinking joining an Airborne Infantry unit I must have
a closed head injury, I swear. I thought it would be no big deal to get
back in shape for the Army, boy was I wrong. It was and has been a long
process. Apparently when you eat, drink and smoke cigarettes like a rock
star you cant just go out and run 2 miles with ease. Besides the age factor
of waking up in the morning all sore and tired without having done any
physical activity the day before. Did I not look in the mirror and realize
that I was 40 pounds overweight and that I smoked 2 packs of cigarettes a
day. Having to work construction during the day and trying to work out at
night did not work well for me. When you have been on a ladder all day, or
pouring concrete , roofing or mudding drywall going running when you get
done is not really an option, maybe if I was 20 years younger. To say it
was a shock to the system is putting it mildly. Also it was a complete
mental thing for me as I had been in the civilian world for 12 years and
did not have so much of a military mind about me. It was been a long road
to say the least.

I had my first drill weekend with this unit in February 2008 and just now
in my second month of Mobilization (June 2009) am I truly able to work out
,lose weight and really get back into running. I used to absolutely hate
running, partly because it is hard and not nearly as fun as hanging out at
the bar or on the couch but also because I had to learn how to do it all
over again. I know that sounds silly but for the last year I have really
struggled with running. I would not breathe enough and the smoking did not
help (finally quit after trying to for over a year) and when I would run I
ran flat footed. It was really rough on my knees and back. But now that I
am in a position to run everyday I have finally been able to fix those
problems and actually enjoy running now which is something I never thought
would happen. So if you are sitting on your couch and decide to join the
Army I suggest you find some way to get free money or unemployment checks
so you can dedicate yourself to working out. Maybe explore getting a sugar
momma or daddy or sell blood but definitely quit smoking and start running
your ass off.

The Army now is nothing like the Army that I was in back in the late 80's
early 90's. The computer age has finally caught up to the military both in
equipment and in the personal. Back in the day when you were done with your
duty day you would sit around and talk with your buddies, play cards or
read a book. Now and days its all about the gadgets from laptops to iPods.
Not only are the gadgets prevalent but the kids in the Army these days are
the computer generation. This is a good thing, as much of the equipment in
the military is electronic something or other. In the old days an Infantry
soldier pretty much just had to be able to walk a lot and shoot his rifle.
In this day and age they not only have to do that but they have to be able
to operate navigational computers, communication computers, and all sorts
of other electronic equipment. When I was with the 82nd Airborne in the
late 80's we never had radios in any of the trucks we drove. these days
every vehicle has a radio in it. Not only do you need to know how to
communicate on the different radio systems but every soldier has to be able
to program them and call in all sorts of reports. My head always seems to
be swimming with all the new stuff I had to learn coming back into the Army
this time. A lot of this is all due to the current wars we are in at this
time. An Army that has been at war for 7 years is a lot different form an
Army that has been in peace for 7 years.

The amount of equipment that each soldier gets issued is also staggering,
and most of it is brand new and even some of it you get to keep as it cant
and should not be re-used by others. From camel back water systems to
oakley blast resistant sunglasses. When I was in before you were not
allowed to wear any type of sunglasses now it is a requirement and you
pretty much have to wear them all the time. I have been issued Gerber
leatherman tools, several camel backs, several sets of glasses, all manner
of cold and wet weather gear, an awesome new sleeping bag system which sure
beats the hell out of the old green cotton one, brand new body armor, a
rifleman's vest which I can attach all sorts of things to with the MOLLE
system. All of it it is very impressive.

My only complaint is the damn camo pattern which is all ACU. The most
absolutely useless camo pattern ever thought of by man or woman as the case
may be. I am convinced that some general and several politicians sold their
souls to some defense contractor and are getting rich off their stock
options for agreeing to use this pattern. The only camouflage property's
the ACU covers are if you are hiding in a gravel parking lot filled with
light green rocks or if you were trying to hide inside a rain cloud. Since
I have never seen green rocks and I cannot fly my opinion is that this camo
pattern sucks ass. Especially in a desert enviornment, what the hell were
they thinking making a loam green camouflage for our Army which is fighting
in not one but two different arid desert countries,losers.

My other complaint is all the damn Velcro on the equipment and on the
uniforms. The Army went Velcro crazy, its like they just discovered it for
the first time and decided to use it for everything. All the pockets on my
uniform use Velcro as the fastener, except of course the rear pockets still
have buttons which if you ask any soldier for the last 20 years are the
ones they would have voted to replace. And of course as many know all your
unit, combat patches, rank, name tapes and military organization are Velcro
patches. But all your skill badges such as Airborne, CIB ( combat
Infantryman's badge) Air assault and all that are subdued pin on badges
which are a pain in the ass. They are nice if you like being periodically
stabbed in the chest by the push pins when the backings fall off, I myself
am not into body piercings and do not find any enjoyment in it at all. The
cargo pockets, which in my case and most cases as far as I have heard are
only fastened with 2 small Velcro patches yet all the other pockets have
whole strips. The end result is that when you have stuff in those pockets
and kneel down the pocket opens and all your shit falls out. They should
have put the buttons on the cargo pockets and the Velcro strips on the back
pockets, that way when you sit on a hard surface you would not have 4
buttons leaving imprints on your behind. The zipper on the front of the
shirt is nice but I do not understand why they did not use zippers on the
pockets. I mean this is supposed to be a battle uniform, it is not very
tactical when you are trying to be quite and you have to open a velro
pocket to see your map or get something out. That is if you can even get to
the pocket, your chest pockets become useless once you put on your body
armor because the openings are in the center of your chest as opposed to
being on the outside of your chest so that you could access them.

When I first read about the uniforms I remember reading some General
stating that this uniform would be cheaper for the soldier because you
would not have to pay to get your patches sewn on, LLLLIIIIEEESSSSSSS!!!!!
The Velcro patches cost three times what the sew on patches did. Not to
mention that you are supposed to remove all the patches and badges when you
wash the uniform, I did that for a while now I just wash them with all the
patches on as taking them off and putting them all back on is a pain in the
ass. Which brings me to washing them, don't even think about using a dryer
sheet or washing anything else with them as the end result will be a large
round ball of Velcro nightmare with bits of dryer sheet stuck on
everything. I think the people that came up with this uniform should be air
dropped smack in the middle of an Al-Queada base camp and try and hide. It
could be a new reality show called "Trying to hide in loam green camouflage
in the middle of an enemy base camp in the fricken desert" or "how not to
lose your head in Iraqisatan".