Thanks for the coffee and bagel Matt! You rock!!! I made it to San Antonio!!! And all my luggage showed up!!!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
This is really why I'm going
An Army official said Thursday that 115 troops committed suicide in 2007, a nearly 13 percent increase over the previous year's 102.
Surpisingly (or not) suicide is a major issue in military mental health. Not a major issue in the sense that we just worry about it a lot, but a major issue in that suicidal active duty military members walk through our clinic doors all the time.
It's related to this (and I need to note that I did not know that 2007 had the heaviest US military casualties):
More U.S. troops also died overall in hostilities in 2007 than in any of the previous years in Iraq and Afghanistan. Overall violence increased in Afghanistan with a Taliban resurgence and overall deaths increased in Iraq, even as violence there declined in the second half of the year.
and this:
Records show roughly 40,000 troops have been diagnosed with the illness, also known as PTSD, since 2003. Officials believe that many more are likely keeping their illness a secret...
More troops also were serving their second, third or fourth tours of duty — a factor mental health experts say dramatically increases stress. And in order to supply enough forces for the buildup, officials also extended tour lengths to 15 months from 12, another factor that caused extra emotional strain.
Surpisingly (or not) suicide is a major issue in military mental health. Not a major issue in the sense that we just worry about it a lot, but a major issue in that suicidal active duty military members walk through our clinic doors all the time.
It's related to this (and I need to note that I did not know that 2007 had the heaviest US military casualties):
More U.S. troops also died overall in hostilities in 2007 than in any of the previous years in Iraq and Afghanistan. Overall violence increased in Afghanistan with a Taliban resurgence and overall deaths increased in Iraq, even as violence there declined in the second half of the year.
and this:
Records show roughly 40,000 troops have been diagnosed with the illness, also known as PTSD, since 2003. Officials believe that many more are likely keeping their illness a secret...
More troops also were serving their second, third or fourth tours of duty — a factor mental health experts say dramatically increases stress. And in order to supply enough forces for the buildup, officials also extended tour lengths to 15 months from 12, another factor that caused extra emotional strain.
PTSD in the news
Wartime PTSD cases jumped roughly 50 pct. in 2007
There has been a lot of PTSD press lately, and naturally I find this interesting. I guess that increased visibility is the first step towards validation for these men and women. I've noticed that discussion of PTSD is more accepted here among the Army Guard than it is in the Air Force, but it's still grossly misunderstood and no one really has any sense that there is a treatment (other than drugs) for PTSD. Even in the military medical world I have been stunned that no one really knows much about it, other than it's something you don't want, and if you get a patient who says they have it, you must immediately refer...
This weekend I'm traveling to San Antonio for a 1 week US Army course/conference on Combat Operational Stress Control. Ostensibly it will provide me with the Army doctrine for prevention and treatment of combat/ operational stress. It isn't a training for PTSD treatment (that's what I do at home), but it is the template for front-line psychological interventions for troops. I'll provide updates.
There has been a lot of PTSD press lately, and naturally I find this interesting. I guess that increased visibility is the first step towards validation for these men and women. I've noticed that discussion of PTSD is more accepted here among the Army Guard than it is in the Air Force, but it's still grossly misunderstood and no one really has any sense that there is a treatment (other than drugs) for PTSD. Even in the military medical world I have been stunned that no one really knows much about it, other than it's something you don't want, and if you get a patient who says they have it, you must immediately refer...
This weekend I'm traveling to San Antonio for a 1 week US Army course/conference on Combat Operational Stress Control. Ostensibly it will provide me with the Army doctrine for prevention and treatment of combat/ operational stress. It isn't a training for PTSD treatment (that's what I do at home), but it is the template for front-line psychological interventions for troops. I'll provide updates.
Friday, May 30, 2008
The Angry American ("we'll put a boot in your ass, it's the American way")
Combat Skills Training is complete. I'm now a trained killer-psychologist. I have the certificate that say's so. Mercifully I catch a 2:30am bus to the LaCrosse, WI airport where me and my 300 pounds of desert/urban camo gear, armor, and semi automatic weapons will be crammed onto my first of three flights. I'm sure all of it will be lost in baggage hell somewhere between rural Wisconsin and suburban Texas.
Hopefully I'll get some sleep tonight, but I'm not hopeful. As I write, most of the enlisted from my barracks are at the Fort McCoy sports bar guzzling Budweiser and hitting on the 10 or 11 lucky female Airmen who decided to hang out and drink with the boys after our graduation barbecue. This doesn't bode well for a peaceful night. The 11pm "light's out" discipline has been slipping this week anyway: last night the Airmen were ordering delivery at 11:00pm, throwing down Little Caesar's Meat Lover pizza at midnight in their bunks (each guy had his very own 2 liter bottle of Coke). Then they play dice and yell obscenities at each other.
Saturday morning will be fun for those guys. Almost every day our Chief Master Sergeant wakes up at 5am and blasts his music over his cheap iPod docking station-- the late night pizza guys hate it... because they hate country music and they want to sleep off the soporific effects of synthetic mozzarella and a Coke hangover. Chief's favorite song is "Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue (The Angry American)" by Toby Keith and on any given morning we will hear it at least three to four times. He also plays "Have you Forgotten?" by Darryl Worley at least once a morning. The Chief finds it very inspiring and contemplative and he can't see how anyone would not be moved... actually he would conclude that if you don't like it, then you must be a gay communist.
It's in this context that I've asked the guy in the bunk next to me to "please shoot me now" at least three or four times this month.
I've included the lyrics below. Amusing, depressing, or inspiring? I'll let you decide.
Next stop San Antonio, TX.
"Have you Forgotten?"
I hear people sayin'. We Don't need this war.
I say there's some things worth fightin' for.
What about our freedom, and this piece of ground?
We didn't get to keep 'em by backin' down.
They say we don't realize the mess we're gettin' in
Before you start preachin' let me ask you this my friend.
Have you forgotten, how it felt that day?
To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown away
Have you forgotten, when those towers fell
We had neighbors still inside goin through a livin hell
And you say we shouldn't worry bout Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
You took all the footage off my T.V.
Said it's too disturbin for you and me
It'll just breed anger is what the experts say
If it was up to me I'd show it everyday
Some say this country just out lookin' for a fight
Well after 9/11 man I'd have to say right.
Have you forgotten, how it felt that day?To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown away
Have you forgotten when those towers fell
We had neighbors still inside goin' through a livin' hell
And we vow to get the ones behind Bin LadenHave you forgotten?
I've been there with the soldiers who've gone away to war
you can bet they remember just what they're fightin' for
Have you forgotten
All the people killed
Yes some went down like heroes
In that Pennsylvania field
Have you forgotten
About our Pentagon
All the loved ones that we lost
And those left to carry on
Don't you tell me not to worry 'bout Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten?!
"Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue (The Angry American)"
American Girls and American Guys
We’ll always stand up and salute
We’ll always recognize when we see Old Glory Flying
There’s a lot of men dead so we can sleep in peace at night when we lay down our head
My daddy served in the army where he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard until the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy in the land of the free.
Now this nation that I love has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flying in from somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly through our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world like the 4th of July
Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
Man, it’s gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
Justice will be served and the battle will rage
This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage
And you’ll be sorry that you messed with The U.S. of A.
'Cause we'll put a boot in your ass it's the American way
Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly man, it’s gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom Start ringing her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
Hopefully I'll get some sleep tonight, but I'm not hopeful. As I write, most of the enlisted from my barracks are at the Fort McCoy sports bar guzzling Budweiser and hitting on the 10 or 11 lucky female Airmen who decided to hang out and drink with the boys after our graduation barbecue. This doesn't bode well for a peaceful night. The 11pm "light's out" discipline has been slipping this week anyway: last night the Airmen were ordering delivery at 11:00pm, throwing down Little Caesar's Meat Lover pizza at midnight in their bunks (each guy had his very own 2 liter bottle of Coke). Then they play dice and yell obscenities at each other.
Saturday morning will be fun for those guys. Almost every day our Chief Master Sergeant wakes up at 5am and blasts his music over his cheap iPod docking station-- the late night pizza guys hate it... because they hate country music and they want to sleep off the soporific effects of synthetic mozzarella and a Coke hangover. Chief's favorite song is "Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue (The Angry American)" by Toby Keith and on any given morning we will hear it at least three to four times. He also plays "Have you Forgotten?" by Darryl Worley at least once a morning. The Chief finds it very inspiring and contemplative and he can't see how anyone would not be moved... actually he would conclude that if you don't like it, then you must be a gay communist.
It's in this context that I've asked the guy in the bunk next to me to "please shoot me now" at least three or four times this month.
I've included the lyrics below. Amusing, depressing, or inspiring? I'll let you decide.
Next stop San Antonio, TX.
"Have you Forgotten?"
I hear people sayin'. We Don't need this war.
I say there's some things worth fightin' for.
What about our freedom, and this piece of ground?
We didn't get to keep 'em by backin' down.
They say we don't realize the mess we're gettin' in
Before you start preachin' let me ask you this my friend.
Have you forgotten, how it felt that day?
To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown away
Have you forgotten, when those towers fell
We had neighbors still inside goin through a livin hell
And you say we shouldn't worry bout Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
You took all the footage off my T.V.
Said it's too disturbin for you and me
It'll just breed anger is what the experts say
If it was up to me I'd show it everyday
Some say this country just out lookin' for a fight
Well after 9/11 man I'd have to say right.
Have you forgotten, how it felt that day?To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown away
Have you forgotten when those towers fell
We had neighbors still inside goin' through a livin' hell
And we vow to get the ones behind Bin LadenHave you forgotten?
I've been there with the soldiers who've gone away to war
you can bet they remember just what they're fightin' for
Have you forgotten
All the people killed
Yes some went down like heroes
In that Pennsylvania field
Have you forgotten
About our Pentagon
All the loved ones that we lost
And those left to carry on
Don't you tell me not to worry 'bout Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten?!
"Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue (The Angry American)"
American Girls and American Guys
We’ll always stand up and salute
We’ll always recognize when we see Old Glory Flying
There’s a lot of men dead so we can sleep in peace at night when we lay down our head
My daddy served in the army where he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard until the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy in the land of the free.
Now this nation that I love has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flying in from somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly through our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world like the 4th of July
Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
Man, it’s gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
Justice will be served and the battle will rage
This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage
And you’ll be sorry that you messed with The U.S. of A.
'Cause we'll put a boot in your ass it's the American way
Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly man, it’s gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom Start ringing her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Walking in other people's shoes
I guess you have to personally experience some things to really understand them.
I’ve worked with military families for almost three years now, mostly the moms and dads, married couples, a few teenagers here and there. I’ve heard horrible stories of overburdened spouses, the financial problems, the infidelity, the worry, the stress, the fear, the loss. For a long time now I’ve known that the life of the OEF/OIF military spouse is no party. The longer I work in military mental health the more I realize that the family that is left behind by the soldier is frequently overlooked and under-serviced, even though they may be just as stressed (albeit in different ways) as the deployed member. I’ve known this, but haven’t felt it.
I think a lot about my family and I’ve recently felt guilty about putting my kids through this deployment. They didn’t agree to it, they don’t want it, and they don’t understand it. When I leave, all the parenting and household responsibilities fall upon Colleen, and she has to take care of herself in the middle of all that… when all I have to take care of is myself and my job. All I’m saying is that the families need as much support, attention and accolades as the deployer…
Colleen is down sick this week and yet the demands of the day don’t stop. I may as well be a million miles away. I feel helpless… I’m starting to personally feel it and understand it.
I’ve worked with military families for almost three years now, mostly the moms and dads, married couples, a few teenagers here and there. I’ve heard horrible stories of overburdened spouses, the financial problems, the infidelity, the worry, the stress, the fear, the loss. For a long time now I’ve known that the life of the OEF/OIF military spouse is no party. The longer I work in military mental health the more I realize that the family that is left behind by the soldier is frequently overlooked and under-serviced, even though they may be just as stressed (albeit in different ways) as the deployed member. I’ve known this, but haven’t felt it.
I think a lot about my family and I’ve recently felt guilty about putting my kids through this deployment. They didn’t agree to it, they don’t want it, and they don’t understand it. When I leave, all the parenting and household responsibilities fall upon Colleen, and she has to take care of herself in the middle of all that… when all I have to take care of is myself and my job. All I’m saying is that the families need as much support, attention and accolades as the deployer…
Colleen is down sick this week and yet the demands of the day don’t stop. I may as well be a million miles away. I feel helpless… I’m starting to personally feel it and understand it.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Admin note
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Getting what I wished for
Things are winding down here for class 08-03 of the 602nd Training Squadron. There are a few classes still running through the 28th, with the 29th and 30th left for outprocessing. I’m not sure of our exact numbers, but there are about 120 of us getting ready to leave. All of us will be spread throughout Iraq and Afghanistan within the next two months. Our career fields are diverse: intelligence, transportation, communication, mental health, civil engineering. All of us are being pulled away from our traditional Air Force roles to be placed in Army roles, because of Army manning shortfalls. These are known as ILO (in lieu of) deployments. As in, I am being deployed in lieu of an Army psychologist. From a top down perspective this makes a lot of sense, since all of the services have people who do the same things, why not deploy them wherever we need them versus keeping sailors on boats and airmen at airfields?
This has been a fast change for our military, as we have to quickly re-engineer our forces to be able to support two separate hostile occupations in addition to our other big foreign commitment in Korea. I find it ironic that back in 2004 I spent so much time and thought considering clinical residencies in each of the services, carefully weighed the pros and cons of each, chose the Air Force, and yet here I am at Fort McCoy, getting ready to deploy with the Army.
I’m not bitter, honest. I have always said that the real work for psychologists is with the Army. They have a huge population of people who are under immense stressors. I used to say that the work I really wanted to do was with the Army, but I didn’t join specifically because I didn’t want to be deployed for 12 months or more, so it’s kind of funny that I am getting what I asked for… is my mouth writing checks that I can’t cash? I think I’ll be okay… this is the Army after all… the same organization where it is necessary to specifically teach soldiers NOT to apply tourniquets to an injured person’s neck.
But seriously, a friend made a valid point yesterday, insinuating that my sanity may be questionable for putting myself in a position to go off to support a war that I don’t believe in at the behest of a president whom I didn’t vote for. So this is my thumbnail explanation: it’s as simple as service to fellow Americans. I believe that it’s important to provide some sort of national service. This can be accomplished in many different ways of course, but for better or worse I have chosen to provide four years of service to those who fight the wars. War causes a lot of damage under the best of circumstances, and these convoluted, non-lethal wound generating, danger-is-everywhere conflicts have a steep price for those involved. I don’t see myself as a force multiplier, but I mitigate damage as it is being done and help clean up after the damage has been done (no one in the military comes to see me for preventative services anyway). When all is said and done, I know I will be proud to have walked down that road with these service members and their families, and hopefully I will have made a difference in many of their lives.
This has been a fast change for our military, as we have to quickly re-engineer our forces to be able to support two separate hostile occupations in addition to our other big foreign commitment in Korea. I find it ironic that back in 2004 I spent so much time and thought considering clinical residencies in each of the services, carefully weighed the pros and cons of each, chose the Air Force, and yet here I am at Fort McCoy, getting ready to deploy with the Army.
I’m not bitter, honest. I have always said that the real work for psychologists is with the Army. They have a huge population of people who are under immense stressors. I used to say that the work I really wanted to do was with the Army, but I didn’t join specifically because I didn’t want to be deployed for 12 months or more, so it’s kind of funny that I am getting what I asked for… is my mouth writing checks that I can’t cash? I think I’ll be okay… this is the Army after all… the same organization where it is necessary to specifically teach soldiers NOT to apply tourniquets to an injured person’s neck.
But seriously, a friend made a valid point yesterday, insinuating that my sanity may be questionable for putting myself in a position to go off to support a war that I don’t believe in at the behest of a president whom I didn’t vote for. So this is my thumbnail explanation: it’s as simple as service to fellow Americans. I believe that it’s important to provide some sort of national service. This can be accomplished in many different ways of course, but for better or worse I have chosen to provide four years of service to those who fight the wars. War causes a lot of damage under the best of circumstances, and these convoluted, non-lethal wound generating, danger-is-everywhere conflicts have a steep price for those involved. I don’t see myself as a force multiplier, but I mitigate damage as it is being done and help clean up after the damage has been done (no one in the military comes to see me for preventative services anyway). When all is said and done, I know I will be proud to have walked down that road with these service members and their families, and hopefully I will have made a difference in many of their lives.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Upcoming movie: "The Road"
I don't know if I will be able to go see this movie. The book about broke my heart. If I do see I'm sure I will be a complete mess...
Monday, May 26, 2008
Memorial Day (Monday)
Memorial Day festivities in the woods: Army Warrior Training Part II. We high crawled, low crawled, threw grenades from kneeling and standing positions, and popped off alot of blank rounds. This was a half day activity taught by some guys who were eager to get us through the course ASAP so they could go drink beer. That was OK by me. This was my last course at CST. I followed this with two hours of basketball with the enlisted guys, our barracks versus the other barracks. Tomorrow I guess I'll start packing.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Backdoor draft
I periodically read other deployment blogs. Most of them are only sporadically updated, some are a little too personal (over-disclosure), and some are just about plain old opinion-broadcasting. I don't think I avoid disclosure or broadcasting my opinion, but I try to walk the line. I temper myself by trying to think of a potential employer (or customer) accessing the blog. That will hopefully keep me toned down.
I was recently reading a blog about an Army Capt's deployment to Iraq. I feel bad for him. He had separated from active duty but was called up from individual ready reserve (IRR) status two years after he got out. This is known as the "backdoor draft", which includes the Army "stop-loss" program. These are manpower tools that the DoD uses to make up for the fact that someone, somewhere, didn't plan so well for manpower needs in Iraq and Afghanistan, and an actual draft is a political nightmare. It's easier and cheaper to make a soldier stay beyond his committment or bring him back from the reserves than it is to recruit and train a new soldier. The IRR is supposed to be the bottom of the barrel, but the US Army has scraped it several times in the last few years. The Marines have also done it, and the USAF to a lesser extent. Lucky for me there are lots of psychologists in the USAF reserves who will be called up before they find me hiding down at the bottom of the barrel from 2009 through 2013.
Anyway, the Army Captain: he's safe at home now, but many of comments and descriptions are consistent with my own experience of spinning up for deployment and the Army in general. He discloses a bit more than I would, but his comments are funny:
I was recently reading a blog about an Army Capt's deployment to Iraq. I feel bad for him. He had separated from active duty but was called up from individual ready reserve (IRR) status two years after he got out. This is known as the "backdoor draft", which includes the Army "stop-loss" program. These are manpower tools that the DoD uses to make up for the fact that someone, somewhere, didn't plan so well for manpower needs in Iraq and Afghanistan, and an actual draft is a political nightmare. It's easier and cheaper to make a soldier stay beyond his committment or bring him back from the reserves than it is to recruit and train a new soldier. The IRR is supposed to be the bottom of the barrel, but the US Army has scraped it several times in the last few years. The Marines have also done it, and the USAF to a lesser extent. Lucky for me there are lots of psychologists in the USAF reserves who will be called up before they find me hiding down at the bottom of the barrel from 2009 through 2013.
Anyway, the Army Captain: he's safe at home now, but many of comments and descriptions are consistent with my own experience of spinning up for deployment and the Army in general. He discloses a bit more than I would, but his comments are funny:
"Pursuant to Presidential Executive order of 14 Sep 2001, you are relieved (haha!) from your present reserve status and ordered to report for a period of Active Duty . . . . not to exceed 545 days, unless extended or terminated by proper authority". Those words turned an ordinary day upside down and threw my quasi-normal life out the window.It was about a week before Thanksgiving, and at the time I was still working night shift. I typically slept during the day when I worked nights, and when Rache came home with Chester, he'd sprint upstairs to lick my face and wake me up, and Rache would give me a kiss hello. Today though, Rachael sat on the edge of the bed and started to cry (Chester, unaware anything was wrong, continued to lick my face). She handed me a large yellow envelope marked overnight priority from the Department of Defense. Now I was worried, because the Army never actually pays to send you anything. Inside was a folder with some info, and a one page sheet that looked very familiar - official DA orders. I read the 1st line (quoted above) and my heart sank, and I felt a strange pain like someone had just kicked me in the balls. After about 10 minutes where Rachael sobbed on my shoulder and I yelled disbelieving profanities, we settled down enough to call our parents and break the news. Poor Chester didnt know what the hell was going on, so he kept a timid distance for a while. That was a tough night, and I knew there were going to be many more. I called my boss and told him I wouldnt be in the rest of the week, and being an ex-82nd Airborne guy and a friend, he understood. So Rache and I got drunk, cried with our parents (yes, I cried for the 1st time in about 10 years), and went to sleep hoping we'd wake up and this would be a bad dream. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
Memorial Day
Over 36,000 troops wounded in Iraq and Afghanistan, more than half under the age of 24. If you want to donate any money you should consider Wounded Warrior Project. They are very active picking up where the DoD and VA leave off and are active lobbying for more federal support for wounded veterans.
Friday, May 23, 2008
In a remarkable display of military efficiency, I am now scheduled for one class over the next seven days. I don’t why it ended up this way, but it’s a big waste of people’s time and government money. A lot of people are upset over this, especially folks who are deploying straight to Iraq from this training. They’re bitter that they have to sit here on post under General Order No. 1, when they could be spending a few extra days with family before leaving the country. If I think about it too much I could also get bitter, so I try not to think about that. It is what it is. One senior NCO in our command actually told us to “stay motivated even if we have to be motivated while doing nothing.” Today we had a one hour block of instruction and the rest of the day free. The holiday weekend is completely open. On the surface this seems like a good situation, but when you are restricted to Fort McCoy it becomes less than good. Luckily I have made a few good friends with whom to pass the time and I have been logging huge hours at the gym. I’ve finished two books, listened to over 500 tracks on my iPod, watched several DVDs and I’ve been able to write almost everyday. Parole board meets in less than a week.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Baghdad Bureau
I've followed this blog for a little while. Interesting and seemed to echo some of my thoughts from yesterday.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Relevance
Overall I have learned a lot of basic military skills which, even if I don’t actually have to exercise them, my level of knowledge will hopefully keep me from looking like an idiot when I enter “Army world” in Afghanistan.
The major themes of the course have become very clear: immediate first aid response, identifying and/or avoiding IEDs, and weapons familiarization. I am assuming this is a reflection of the reality of the wars these days.
On that note, one of the instructors in the combat lifesaver course told the class today that someone from the class in April had just been involved in an IED blast and lost a leg right after getting in country.
Being tucked away here, living and breathing the military life as I prepare to deploy, I have realized a few things (apart from the fact that I don’t like it). I have had an awareness that I generally haven’t talked about/thought about how soldiers, sailors, and airmen are dying in Iraq and Afghanistan every day. Even if a day goes by without a death, someone was having a close call, getting a limb blown off or getting their brain sloshed in their skull. Not that we forget, but it doesn’t seem like it is a prominent thing, because it doesn’t have that much relevance to our everyday lives. That’s not a profound insight but this sure is becoming relevant in my little world…
The major themes of the course have become very clear: immediate first aid response, identifying and/or avoiding IEDs, and weapons familiarization. I am assuming this is a reflection of the reality of the wars these days.
On that note, one of the instructors in the combat lifesaver course told the class today that someone from the class in April had just been involved in an IED blast and lost a leg right after getting in country.
Being tucked away here, living and breathing the military life as I prepare to deploy, I have realized a few things (apart from the fact that I don’t like it). I have had an awareness that I generally haven’t talked about/thought about how soldiers, sailors, and airmen are dying in Iraq and Afghanistan every day. Even if a day goes by without a death, someone was having a close call, getting a limb blown off or getting their brain sloshed in their skull. Not that we forget, but it doesn’t seem like it is a prominent thing, because it doesn’t have that much relevance to our everyday lives. That’s not a profound insight but this sure is becoming relevant in my little world…
A month down (almost)
I think I have been here about four days shy of a full month. It’s gone by pretty fast when I think about it that way. I last left off my narrative before the road march. The march was about 4 miles on the road, two columns of USAF personnel in full battle rattle (I forgot my camera, but there wasn’t much to see anyway). We did the four miles in a touch over one hour. No one fell out and no one complained, but the next day about five or six people were limping from muscle pain and/or blisters. In the afternoon we completed HEAT training. HEAT stands for HMMWV Egress Assistance Trainer, or, how to get out of an upside down Humvee. They wouldn’t let me take pictures but it is basically a Humvee cab that rotates 360 degrees. They strap four people in, spin you around several times and finish it up at 180 degrees. You have to egress (milspeak for “get out”; also “utilize” = use, “secure” = get, “personnel” = people, “ya trackin’ = do you understand, and I still don’t know what “hooah” means) from the cab as quickly as possible, making sure you quickly collect all four crew members and all of your rubber possessions, like a rubber laptop, rubber M16s, and rubber ammo cans. In real life you would be knocked unconscious by the real laptop, the real M16s, and the real ammo cans and you would burn to death, so the training seems pointless, but they claimed (and I quote) that it “increases your chance of surviving a Humvee rollover by 250%.” I’m not sure where they got that statistic, but I like it.
Looks just like Iraq, doesn't it?
This was our test-- a patrol through the woods and we get surpised by a guy dressed as an Arab carrying an RPG and an AK 47. Our task? To search him, put him in flex cuffs, and maintain 360 degree security, and then bring him back to base. I was lucky enough to be the ranking guy, so I was squad leader and didn't have to do the body search. They found a 9mm pistol, by the way.By the way, this meadow was absolutely beautiful with red flowers, green grass... great day to be outside.
Grappling?
Class on how to search, cuff, and tag a detainee. They were actually pretty decent about the whole thing, without dehumanizing jokes and lots of reminders to be humane and firm but not harmful.Front Toward Enemy
Today I actually enjoyed the training. It was very low key, I was in a small group and the instructors were efficient, professional, and pleasant. The classes covered detainee search and restraint, use of a radio system that is no longer actually used (no matter), and HOW TO DEPLOY CLAYMORE MINES! I thought that was funny too. Struck me as an odd mix of classes, but it was a beautiful day and we got to walk around in the tick infested woods for a few hours.Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Iraq/Afghanistan news
Yes, this link is a bit tilted, but I check it daily for a quick shot of war news.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
A bunch of fatties
Today was a down day, with no training. I used it to go to the gym, catch up on phone calls, do laundry, read and write. Tomorrow is a four mile march in full gear. It should be a massacre. Yes, the USAF is overweight and out of shape. Judging by my experience with the Army here, they have the same problem. Generally the demographics mirror the US population at large, and if you ate at the chow hall here you would see why. They ALWAYS have heaps of burgers and fries and desserts and a rainbow selection of soft drinks-- all you can guzzle. Only the best for our warriors.
I know obesity is a complex issue and I'm being insensitive and unprofessional by using the term "fatties" but it really comes down to fact that many people eat too much, regardless of what type of food is eaten. You can get just as fat on expensive organic food as you can on the 79 cent menu at Taco Bell. I saw this quote in an article today: "Obesity is the toxic consequence of a failing economy." One more thing to blame it on... First it was carbs, then it was fat, then it was hormones, then it was back to carbs, now it's the economy. Why not just refrain from having thirds? Could US obesity rates be caused by people eating too much? Probably not.
Photos of the death march to follow...
Just to note, my remaining schedule only includes one day of something called "Army Warrior Training" (I think it includes crawling in the dirt and throwing grenades into empty houses-- that's part of the "Winning Hearts and Minds" campaign), Humvee rollover training (in a simulator), the M9 combat pistol course, and probably a bunch of standing around listening to half wits.
I know obesity is a complex issue and I'm being insensitive and unprofessional by using the term "fatties" but it really comes down to fact that many people eat too much, regardless of what type of food is eaten. You can get just as fat on expensive organic food as you can on the 79 cent menu at Taco Bell. I saw this quote in an article today: "Obesity is the toxic consequence of a failing economy." One more thing to blame it on... First it was carbs, then it was fat, then it was hormones, then it was back to carbs, now it's the economy. Why not just refrain from having thirds? Could US obesity rates be caused by people eating too much? Probably not.
Photos of the death march to follow...
Just to note, my remaining schedule only includes one day of something called "Army Warrior Training" (I think it includes crawling in the dirt and throwing grenades into empty houses-- that's part of the "Winning Hearts and Minds" campaign), Humvee rollover training (in a simulator), the M9 combat pistol course, and probably a bunch of standing around listening to half wits.
Bagram
I have heard of the detention facility at Bagram because I know they task some USAF psychologists there on BSCTs (behavioral science consultation team). I just read this in the NY Times. The USAF now only asks for volunteers for these assignments. I guess we will be there for some time to come eh?
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Refusing to serve?
This will be interesting to follow. Like I said twice before, I'm glad I'm not going to Iraq. I've been reading "Ghost Wars" by Steve Coll, getting one guy's slant on the precursors to our Afghanistan invasion. It is interesting to see parallels between our covert support of insurgents during the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan and Iran's covert support of insurgents during the current US occupation of Iraq. We've gotten ourselves into a great big pot of stink in both places. Let's hope we have more wits than the Soviets did---
I can't wait for this...
Check this out. It was only a matter of time, but I hadn't heard of this project. Awesome.
"Bush may turn out to be the worst president in history,’’ he declares as he peeks into room after room. ‘’I think history is going to be very tough on him. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t a great story. It’s almost Capra-esque, the story of a guy who had very limited talents in life, except for the ability to sell himself.
Winning Hearts and Minds
I read over some of my entries and I feel like I’ve been a little negative—maybe too critical. I have a tendency to be a sniper, sitting back, pointing out faults rather than strengths. Some people call me cynical. I like to think that I am a realist; because people generally find true cynics to be unappealing people, and in general (I think) I am judged by peers as a pleasant person. I use this as face validity for the argument that I am not a true cynic.
Okay, Urban Ops. I was kind of looking forward to this course because it sounds like something I shouldn’t be doing, and I’ve played the video game “Ghost Recon” on the Xbox and thought it was pretty cool. The course was actually a butt-kicker—about 11 hours on the short range course, running through squad movement tactics, room clearing in four-person stacks, and moving and firing a close range. Physically it was harder than normal because there was no sitting down and my body armor is starting to kill my shoulders (it’s too big). I have some numb spots and some weird burning pain when I move my shoulders in certain directions.
What I learned: how to clear a room and that I am a crappy shot with an M16 at short range when firing from a moving position. Oh well. The rationale for this course is that all of us MAY be in a convoy at some point and the convoy MAY have to stop in an urban area and there MAY be some event that forces the convoy to dismount and take over adjacent buildings. The convoy credo in the Army is that “there are no passengers in a convoy”. Luckily, that’s a lot of unlikely events that have to occur together in order for me to be involved in room clearing, etc., but I played along and was a good attentive student anyway.
What I learned part II: Hanging out with grunts (mostly infantry guys) has given me some exposure to the warrior ethos here at Ft McCoy. Understandably, they emphasize combat skills that are generally summed up as kill or be killed, but make sure you know what you are killing. The “kill or be killed” part is as old as human history and it makes sense for an army to emphasize this in the training. The “make sure you know what you are killing” part is one aspect of what is propped up as “winning hearts and minds”. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this in the last three weeks. The funny part is that that phrase is often followed by phrases like “give him (insurgent) two new holes in his dead and give him a proper burial—kick some dirt on him and leave him to rot for his family.” Whenever the trainers make comments like that, me and another guy ask “Is that part of winning hearts and minds?”
The warrior ethos in laced with large doses of disrespect. It’s not enough to talk about using “controlled pairs” (a shot to the center of mass and a shot to the head) to take down a target, the trainers have to add gleeful anecdotes about shots that decapitate, shots that disembowel. My explanation for this is that most of these guys are young and have already deployed for at least one year. They emotionally repackage the gore as something that is glorious, justified and thrilling. If you have to be prepared to kill everyday, you can’t think of the targets as being humans if you want to keep on going. Some guys can do this and some guys can’t. That’s part of the reason why they send me…
My low point was when one of our USAF majors was repeatedly referring to Iraqi’s as “camel fuckers”. Good job major. Great example to set for the airmen.
The good news is that I am about two weeks from the end of this TDY and it looks like the schedule should lighten up from here on out. I can’t wait to see my family in June!
Okay, Urban Ops. I was kind of looking forward to this course because it sounds like something I shouldn’t be doing, and I’ve played the video game “Ghost Recon” on the Xbox and thought it was pretty cool. The course was actually a butt-kicker—about 11 hours on the short range course, running through squad movement tactics, room clearing in four-person stacks, and moving and firing a close range. Physically it was harder than normal because there was no sitting down and my body armor is starting to kill my shoulders (it’s too big). I have some numb spots and some weird burning pain when I move my shoulders in certain directions.
What I learned: how to clear a room and that I am a crappy shot with an M16 at short range when firing from a moving position. Oh well. The rationale for this course is that all of us MAY be in a convoy at some point and the convoy MAY have to stop in an urban area and there MAY be some event that forces the convoy to dismount and take over adjacent buildings. The convoy credo in the Army is that “there are no passengers in a convoy”. Luckily, that’s a lot of unlikely events that have to occur together in order for me to be involved in room clearing, etc., but I played along and was a good attentive student anyway.
What I learned part II: Hanging out with grunts (mostly infantry guys) has given me some exposure to the warrior ethos here at Ft McCoy. Understandably, they emphasize combat skills that are generally summed up as kill or be killed, but make sure you know what you are killing. The “kill or be killed” part is as old as human history and it makes sense for an army to emphasize this in the training. The “make sure you know what you are killing” part is one aspect of what is propped up as “winning hearts and minds”. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this in the last three weeks. The funny part is that that phrase is often followed by phrases like “give him (insurgent) two new holes in his dead and give him a proper burial—kick some dirt on him and leave him to rot for his family.” Whenever the trainers make comments like that, me and another guy ask “Is that part of winning hearts and minds?”
The warrior ethos in laced with large doses of disrespect. It’s not enough to talk about using “controlled pairs” (a shot to the center of mass and a shot to the head) to take down a target, the trainers have to add gleeful anecdotes about shots that decapitate, shots that disembowel. My explanation for this is that most of these guys are young and have already deployed for at least one year. They emotionally repackage the gore as something that is glorious, justified and thrilling. If you have to be prepared to kill everyday, you can’t think of the targets as being humans if you want to keep on going. Some guys can do this and some guys can’t. That’s part of the reason why they send me…
My low point was when one of our USAF majors was repeatedly referring to Iraqi’s as “camel fuckers”. Good job major. Great example to set for the airmen.
The good news is that I am about two weeks from the end of this TDY and it looks like the schedule should lighten up from here on out. I can’t wait to see my family in June!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
What am I doing here?
Fort McCoy continues to please, with two consecutive days of classroom instruction. I'll spare you the complete list of topics, but they ranged from "supervising field sanitation" to "negotiating with an interpreter". Some of it was repeat training (more on convoys, IED, and medevac) and some of it was propaganda blather. The instructors were a Master Sergeant and a Lieutenant, both infantry. Overall they seemed to be very familiar with the material, but it was all delivered via PowerPower and was devoid of conversation (other than the audience being cued to answer rhetorical yes/no questions). The Master Sergeant was sure to include a diatribe against "the liberal media that wants us to lose the war" and made mention of "the Communist News Network" as being an integral part of foiling our efforts in Iraq. He went on to use gems like the following: "we built a zoo in Baghdad a couple of years ago so that they could see a camel in it's natural environment (huh huh) and CNN didn't report that did they?" Bravo. Both instructors also made liberal use of hygiene references regarding the Iraqis, and no, this wasn't to point out differences in sanitation between the US and Iraq. It was more along the lines of: "it's our job to protect everyone over there, becaus ethey are just like us, right? Except they stink (huh huh)."
I don't want to Army-bash too much, but there is alot of bigoted commentary and veiled references related to collateral damage, Islam, and suggestions that the people live in filth and poverty because "that's part of their culture and all that freakiness they believe in." (Yes, that is an actual quote).
On to Air Force bashing: my day started off wrong when, at breakfast with two other USAF Captains and a Chief Master Sergeant, the topic of homosexuality came up. As the de facto "expert" on all things mysterious related to human nature I was peppered with questions and got wrapped up in arguing that people's sexuality had very little to do with their morality, their mental health, or anything else. I tried to argue that people's perceptions and ignorances were more relevant than anything else, and then I fell back on the suicide defense of stating that those who are the most homophobic are repressing something. Yes, it was a cop out, but they bought it and shut up. I had a poignant moment of feeling out of place, surrounded by assholes, asking myself what I was doing here, wondering where all of my friends are-- oh ya, I forgot; people like me generally don't join the military.
By the way, tomorrow is "urban ops". Going to learn how to kick in doors, clear rooms, stuff like that. I'll bring my notebook and camera...
I don't want to Army-bash too much, but there is alot of bigoted commentary and veiled references related to collateral damage, Islam, and suggestions that the people live in filth and poverty because "that's part of their culture and all that freakiness they believe in." (Yes, that is an actual quote).
On to Air Force bashing: my day started off wrong when, at breakfast with two other USAF Captains and a Chief Master Sergeant, the topic of homosexuality came up. As the de facto "expert" on all things mysterious related to human nature I was peppered with questions and got wrapped up in arguing that people's sexuality had very little to do with their morality, their mental health, or anything else. I tried to argue that people's perceptions and ignorances were more relevant than anything else, and then I fell back on the suicide defense of stating that those who are the most homophobic are repressing something. Yes, it was a cop out, but they bought it and shut up. I had a poignant moment of feeling out of place, surrounded by assholes, asking myself what I was doing here, wondering where all of my friends are-- oh ya, I forgot; people like me generally don't join the military.
By the way, tomorrow is "urban ops". Going to learn how to kick in doors, clear rooms, stuff like that. I'll bring my notebook and camera...
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
No longer a Fobbit
Here back at Fort McCoy proper, at the computer lab at 2230 I can hear the drumbeat of machine gun in the background, a combo of 50 cal and M249 out on the range. Last night it was artillery until almost midnight. I'm glad I'm done with that for a while. Yesterday was a long day, spent mostly out on the "training lanes" in a live fire exercise (we were carrying and firing live 5.56mm ammunition in our M16's). We were split into three convoys of 40 "pax" (personnel) and 8 gun trucks each. The lane is basically a sprawling shooting range with dirt roads that run through fake villages with pop up targets and pre set pyrotechnics that simulate small arms fire, RPGs and IED blasts. Our task is to navigate a route, shoot the targets down, and respond to simulated battle damage when the instructors tell us that a truck has been disabled. The instructors (sitting in the back of trucks) throw down injury cards on people that indicate the extent of injuries and people in the convoy respond accordingly.
Our first mission was uneventful with one disabled truck (towed out of the kill zone) and one casualty who was prepared for medevac within 10 minutes.
The second mission was a bit more exciting. Our observer/trainer was an Army Sergeant who is also a former Marine (Sgt Engelberger). I like him, as he has very little attitude and seems perpetually gregarious and happy, but you can only understand 50% of what he says, and 50% of what you can make out is derived from the root word "fuck". He's one of those people who uses obscenities in a way that is somehow entertaining-- only certain people can pull this off. On the first part of the lane I had a malfunction with my rifle-- it kept double feeding rounds because it wouldn't eject the spent cartridge. I knew what was wrong, told Sgt Engelberger, and while we were driving he field stripped the rifle, repaired it using the spring from my ballpoint pen, put it back together, slapped in a magazine and stood up in the back of the moving truck-- he said "I hope my boss doesn't see me" and he test fired the rifle out of the back of the truck. The rifle worked and he gave it back to me. All of this occurred within 5 minutes. I was impressed.
A mile down the road we were told to execute a dismount (get out of the trucks) and respond to simulated fire from one side of the parked convoy (we were stopped due to an simulated IED in the road). This is something they told us that, in real life, we would almost never do, because the safest place is inside an up armored vehicle, not dismounted and exposed on a road. I think we did it just so that people other than the gunners got to shoot. Anyway, we dismounted on a small hill. Sgt Engelberger reminded everyone to maintain muzzle control and mumbled something about not wanting to get shot. His quote was "Don't wanna get shot with 5.56. That shit'll go in your arm and come out your leg." The gunner stayed in the truck and the rest of each crew paired off at either fender, with one person firing on targets and swapping to reload behind the truck. This was a graduation exercise of sorts, success being that we executed all tasks without shooting ourselves or each other.
It was a fun boy-thing to do... I quickly ran through three 30 round magazines (BUP BUP BUP BUPBUPBUPBUPBUPBUP) and then we got the order to mount up. A few miles down the road our truck was hit with a simulated RPG and our truck commander had a double leg amputation. My position was directly behind the passenger seat so I jammed myself up through the truck and heroically applied two tourniquets in under the four minute time limit-- we got towed into a safe zone and pulled our casualty out for medical care and packaging for medevac. During the preparation of a hasty landing zone the LZ team leader refused to go out into a field beside the road-- she kept screaming "I'm not going out there-- I'm allergic to grass-- I hate ticks too". The observers walked over and gave her a card that described a bullet wound to the chest-- she had been hit by a sniper and was now a casualty and we prepped the LZ without her. Unfortunately for her, she is very phobic of needles and from out in the field I could hear her screaming bloody murder while the combat lifesavers were applying an 18 gauge needle to her arm. The observers turn you into a casualty if you engage in some sort of behavior that is not tactically sound-- like standing around, taking your helmet off, taking the ballistic glasses off, etc. I think that we got to practice starting IV's at least 30-40 times throughout the 1 week of FOB training---
After we got back we were briefed and given kudos for being one of the best USAF groups that had gone through the course. The trainers said they were impressed, especially given our collective ignorance of combat ops. They further stroked our egos by saying we were better than a lot of Army units who were mobilizing these days. I don't know if that made me feel good about our group or afraid for all the Army units--
In all seriousness, this experience is unpleasant and has 100% locked-in my intention to drop my separation paperwork as soon as I can. However, I am truly glad I'm getting this convoy training because convoys sit as one of my biggest fears related to this deployment...
Our first mission was uneventful with one disabled truck (towed out of the kill zone) and one casualty who was prepared for medevac within 10 minutes.
The second mission was a bit more exciting. Our observer/trainer was an Army Sergeant who is also a former Marine (Sgt Engelberger). I like him, as he has very little attitude and seems perpetually gregarious and happy, but you can only understand 50% of what he says, and 50% of what you can make out is derived from the root word "fuck". He's one of those people who uses obscenities in a way that is somehow entertaining-- only certain people can pull this off. On the first part of the lane I had a malfunction with my rifle-- it kept double feeding rounds because it wouldn't eject the spent cartridge. I knew what was wrong, told Sgt Engelberger, and while we were driving he field stripped the rifle, repaired it using the spring from my ballpoint pen, put it back together, slapped in a magazine and stood up in the back of the moving truck-- he said "I hope my boss doesn't see me" and he test fired the rifle out of the back of the truck. The rifle worked and he gave it back to me. All of this occurred within 5 minutes. I was impressed.
A mile down the road we were told to execute a dismount (get out of the trucks) and respond to simulated fire from one side of the parked convoy (we were stopped due to an simulated IED in the road). This is something they told us that, in real life, we would almost never do, because the safest place is inside an up armored vehicle, not dismounted and exposed on a road. I think we did it just so that people other than the gunners got to shoot. Anyway, we dismounted on a small hill. Sgt Engelberger reminded everyone to maintain muzzle control and mumbled something about not wanting to get shot. His quote was "Don't wanna get shot with 5.56. That shit'll go in your arm and come out your leg." The gunner stayed in the truck and the rest of each crew paired off at either fender, with one person firing on targets and swapping to reload behind the truck. This was a graduation exercise of sorts, success being that we executed all tasks without shooting ourselves or each other.
It was a fun boy-thing to do... I quickly ran through three 30 round magazines (BUP BUP BUP BUPBUPBUPBUPBUPBUP) and then we got the order to mount up. A few miles down the road our truck was hit with a simulated RPG and our truck commander had a double leg amputation. My position was directly behind the passenger seat so I jammed myself up through the truck and heroically applied two tourniquets in under the four minute time limit-- we got towed into a safe zone and pulled our casualty out for medical care and packaging for medevac. During the preparation of a hasty landing zone the LZ team leader refused to go out into a field beside the road-- she kept screaming "I'm not going out there-- I'm allergic to grass-- I hate ticks too". The observers walked over and gave her a card that described a bullet wound to the chest-- she had been hit by a sniper and was now a casualty and we prepped the LZ without her. Unfortunately for her, she is very phobic of needles and from out in the field I could hear her screaming bloody murder while the combat lifesavers were applying an 18 gauge needle to her arm. The observers turn you into a casualty if you engage in some sort of behavior that is not tactically sound-- like standing around, taking your helmet off, taking the ballistic glasses off, etc. I think that we got to practice starting IV's at least 30-40 times throughout the 1 week of FOB training---
After we got back we were briefed and given kudos for being one of the best USAF groups that had gone through the course. The trainers said they were impressed, especially given our collective ignorance of combat ops. They further stroked our egos by saying we were better than a lot of Army units who were mobilizing these days. I don't know if that made me feel good about our group or afraid for all the Army units--
In all seriousness, this experience is unpleasant and has 100% locked-in my intention to drop my separation paperwork as soon as I can. However, I am truly glad I'm getting this convoy training because convoys sit as one of my biggest fears related to this deployment...
Monday, May 12, 2008
Only one more day at the FOB
I'm really excited to get the hell out of here-- only around two more weeks.
Still smiling...
Convoy Training
Chow Hall at FOB
FOB Freedom
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Last post for 8 days
Tomorrow night we head out to one of the FOBs here at Ft McCoy. We are slated to do IED and convoy training, urban ops, sniper defense, base defense, and entry control point exercises. We will also do several live-fire exercises on the final two days-- mostly convoy stuff with live ammo. That should be exciting, as long as no one shoots someone else. I will be careful-- Sounds like we will be living in bunkbeds in tents, cold showers, porta-potties, all that good stuff... today I had a free morning and went to the gym to run a bunch of miles. I listened to music and watched CNN, reading the closed captioning. I had a moment on the treadmill where I almost starting crying, a story concerning several young boys who were accidentally killed by a US airstrike in Sadr City. One part of the story showed a crying man who's son was killed, and his older son was just killed 40 days before that. He didn't know where his third son was, alive or dead. His face about broke my heart, as he was lying in the dirt by his 10 yr old son's dead body. I could vividily imagine his grief and anger. What a freaking mess.
Today's class
The Cafeteria
Everyone kicked in a few bucks for a microwave, a coffee maker and a variety of snack foods. People also put rejected MRE's on this table. The veggie burgerMREs aren't very popular here.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Combat Lifesaver is complete
We spent all day out at the FOB doing our exercises and got a glimpse of where we will be living for 7 days starting Monday night. Shouldn't be too bad but less comfortable than the barracks and lots of body armor wearing everywhere we go. No computers either, but we will have access to an outlet, so that means I can bring my phone and my iPod. I'm also looking forward to being back with the other officers, as it has been a little lonely the past four days. I've realized how young these soldiers and Airmen are, although the Army Gaurdsmen and Reservist are a bit older. It's been fun to meet people from all over the country, everyone is mobilizing. I realized how disconnected most of us are from this war when places like this are a hive of activity, all directed towards getting soldiers on the ground in Iraq-- thousands of people coming and going. Everyone has a story, some of them strange and some of them horrific, some funny. People don't really talk about the war, other than talking about ways to fight better or stay safe. Some people don't want to go and others brag about how they just got back 6 months ago, and now volunteered for another 12. Talking with the medics really realigned my thinking and made me realize that the DoD releases scant information about casualties and deaths. I think that's a shame. I guess I'll write it all down and save it for after I am out of the service-- all I can say is, I'm glad I'm not going to Iraq.
Popping smoke
Smoke for the incoming medevac chopper. The instructors gave us an A+ on the exercise.Yes, that is real blood
We train realistically. If the fake injuries would have resulted in significant blood loss we were expected to start IVs--- there will be more of this next week too. I'll probably have to do a few, as I am now one of about 33 CLS guys out of our group of 120. That means they'll spread us out within the ranks when we do convoys or foot patrols.Perimeter security
I'm supposed to be pulling security with these guys but I was taking photos instead.Casualties outside the FOB
One of final scenarios was to go on a foot patrol and respond to a casualty situation off the side of the road, outside the FOB. This is our CCP (Casualty Collection Point). We had to drag two big dudes and a woman out of Humvee and maintain a secure perimeter-- lots of fake mortars and small arms fire popping off. I learned today about the imporatnce of preplacing ear plugs on my helmet.Extracting a casualty from a Humvee
Harder than it looks with all the gear-- at least the Humvee isn't on fire.Friday, May 2, 2008
Why does everyone in the Army have a southern accent?
Day three of CLS was today. I am officially classified as a "combat lifesaver" now. I got a 93% on the written test and passed all the demonstrations. Tomorrow we travel out to FOB Liberty (FOB is "forward operating base") for a one day training session with moulaged patients and a training course that has simulated small arms fire and mortars (pyrotechnics). We will be split up into two groups of six companies and basically run through one scenario in the morning.One is a foot patrol scenario and the other is an indirect fire mass casualty situation (like a base getting randomly mortared). We will then rest for lunch, and switch in the afternoon. We will need to treat patients, establish a casualty collection point and an LZ, and set a perimeter. The trick is to coordinate all of the different functions (treating wounded, carrying litters, etc) and still keep people with weapons directed outward. We will be expected to also demonstrate starting an IV in field conditions (in the mud and rain with bangs and booms). Because I am one of three officers out of the 63 personnel I may be pressed into a simulated leadership role in the afternoon. The two other officers (an Air Force Lt Col and a Navy Commander) are the acting commanders for the morning scenarios. The class is a mix of all three services but the Army are the only people who have any training in infantry organization, movement, and tactics. It should be interesting though. It will also be muddy and cold (see here). Yes yes, if it ain't rainin' we ain't trainin', or so they tell me. The photos should be great from that, if it isn't too rainy for the camera. I shot some poor photos today-- extracting casualties from a Humvee... so I won't include them.
The second part of the day included my second M9 class in the last two months. The M9 is this, in case you are wondering. It was a fast and efficient class and the instructor was very clear, although at the end of the every sentence he asked "Are you trackin'?" He must have said it 200 times and it about drove me nuts. The Army folks (and some overenthusiastic Airmen) answered his repetitive query with a "hooah", 200 times. I had this class because I need to qualify on the Army shooting range with both the M16 and the M9 this weekend. I had no problems with either "weapon system" (as they call it in the Army) at Nellis, so it shouldn't be a problem here. I should be able to get some good pics then too.
There was meatloaf and fried fish for dinner tonight, although I did not eat it. At least the breakfasts are decent. I need to get some pics of the chow.
--Jason
The second part of the day included my second M9 class in the last two months. The M9 is this, in case you are wondering. It was a fast and efficient class and the instructor was very clear, although at the end of the every sentence he asked "Are you trackin'?" He must have said it 200 times and it about drove me nuts. The Army folks (and some overenthusiastic Airmen) answered his repetitive query with a "hooah", 200 times. I had this class because I need to qualify on the Army shooting range with both the M16 and the M9 this weekend. I had no problems with either "weapon system" (as they call it in the Army) at Nellis, so it shouldn't be a problem here. I should be able to get some good pics then too.
There was meatloaf and fried fish for dinner tonight, although I did not eat it. At least the breakfasts are decent. I need to get some pics of the chow.
--Jason
Thursday, May 1, 2008
The other guy
I started an IV on this guy (after he stuck me). I did it in the first stick and everything was fine, but he passed out (and I took pictures)
. Yes, he really passed out. You can see the saline lock in his right arm. He said later that the sight of his blood flowing out onto the table was too much. The medics don't let us use pressure on the vein to "acclimate" us to the sight of blood. It didn't work on this poor Airman.
. Yes, he really passed out. You can see the saline lock in his right arm. He said later that the sight of his blood flowing out onto the table was too much. The medics don't let us use pressure on the vein to "acclimate" us to the sight of blood. It didn't work on this poor Airman.
Woops / Short version of Combat Lifesaver
I had a long entry I wrote last night but I forgot to synch that document to my flashdrive. Because so many Army folks are mobilizing through this base, computer time is at a premium. There are 21 computers for multiple thousands of transient soldiers, some coming in and some going out. Before I come over here to post I need to make sure that my emails and posts are written and all my photos are ready to transfer, otherwise it's just rude to make people wait. Today was day 2 of CLS training. So far it is very good training for treating the primary causes of death in OEF and OIF: bleeding from extremity wounds (including amputations), airway obstructions, and collapsed lungs. I never knew that there were alot of chest wounds because I figured the body armor was pretty good for that sort of protection. Apparently, the armor is good, but if a piece of shrapnel or a bullet enters the chest from one of the vulnerable areas (armpit, abdomen, crotch) then it will travel through the torso, exit, and then hit the plate and bounce back into the chest cavity. So we essentially learn to manage lots of bleeding, sucking chest wounds and collapsed lungs, and learn to monitor the airway. The Army trains people to insert a nasopharyngeal tube into the nose for any casualty who is unconscious or having problems breathing. The Army also REALLY emphasizes the use of tourniquets, because they have saved alot of people over the past 6 years. This stuff really brings the war up close and in my face. Makes it pretty damn scary when you talk all day about what is happening everyday. I wish the media could/would cover this more. When the term "defending our freedom" includes leaking cerebrospinal fluid, sucking chest wounds, and ruptured organs, it changes the feel of it...
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