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.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Why I do it.
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.
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.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Questions?
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
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 ) …………..
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 ) …………..
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Don’t mess with the wild life……..
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.
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.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
My opinion
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.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Missions
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.
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.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
A Day In The Life........
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.
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.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Welcome to Iraq
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.
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.
Monday, August 3, 2009
The not so great escape
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).
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).
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Kuwait
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.
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.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Military time
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
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
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.
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.
Monday, July 6, 2009
4th of July in Seattle
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
4 day pass
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..........
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..........
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Yakima
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Active duty Vs. Reserves
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.
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I am going to add to this posting because it by far gets the most hits. One of the most frequent questions asked is " what should I do, active or reserves" well that is a tough question as there can be so many variables. It really depends on what you are looking for. Did you just graduate high school and you are unsure what to do with your life? Cant find work, unhappy where you are at, need to make a change? Have a job and a life but just looking for more? Want a little adventure in your life?
As you can see there are many reasons people consider the Military option. From a personal standpoint, I reiterate personal standpoint. I think that unless you have a job you are happy with or you are in school and just looking for a little extra money to help you pay for college that everyone that joins the military should strive for active duty first. For one thing going from active duty to the reserves is easy, but going from the reserves to active is actually very difficult. Don't ask me why, it does not make any sense to me either. Maybe it is my military mindset but why do something half assed, this is not to say that there is anything wrong with the folks that just go straight into the reserves. But if you are not sure what to do with your life or you are looking for a change going active would be your best bet. It can be a scary decision for sure, but thousands of people do it every year.
One thing I do want to make clear, and once again this is from a personal standpoint. Do not entertain the thought of or join the military because you think someone else expects it of you or wants you to. If you are going to do it make sure it is for the right reasons. Also do not go into it thinking it will cure all your woes. A good friend told me once "no matter where you go, there you are" words to live by.
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.
________________________________________________________________________________
I am going to add to this posting because it by far gets the most hits. One of the most frequent questions asked is " what should I do, active or reserves" well that is a tough question as there can be so many variables. It really depends on what you are looking for. Did you just graduate high school and you are unsure what to do with your life? Cant find work, unhappy where you are at, need to make a change? Have a job and a life but just looking for more? Want a little adventure in your life?
As you can see there are many reasons people consider the Military option. From a personal standpoint, I reiterate personal standpoint. I think that unless you have a job you are happy with or you are in school and just looking for a little extra money to help you pay for college that everyone that joins the military should strive for active duty first. For one thing going from active duty to the reserves is easy, but going from the reserves to active is actually very difficult. Don't ask me why, it does not make any sense to me either. Maybe it is my military mindset but why do something half assed, this is not to say that there is anything wrong with the folks that just go straight into the reserves. But if you are not sure what to do with your life or you are looking for a change going active would be your best bet. It can be a scary decision for sure, but thousands of people do it every year.
One thing I do want to make clear, and once again this is from a personal standpoint. Do not entertain the thought of or join the military because you think someone else expects it of you or wants you to. If you are going to do it make sure it is for the right reasons. Also do not go into it thinking it will cure all your woes. A good friend told me once "no matter where you go, there you are" words to live by.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Age and rank
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.
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.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Apology
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.
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