Wednesday, December 21, 2005

We'll be home for Christmas

Yes!!! At long last we all get a much needed break from training.
Even though Dathan and I are in the same platoon, we hardly see each other. Since he came down a little after me, he was playing catch up, and our schedules weren't matching up until recently. Then I had my accident and was doing desk work for a while.
Now, after 3 months, I actually tracked him down (3 bunks down from me) and we got our first picture together!
See lots of you in a couple days! Merry Christmas!!!

Sunday, December 18, 2005


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Friday, December 16, 2005

So there I was

There I was, humping along(walking) through the woods sharpening my tactical maneuvering techniques with my squad. To make a long story short, I got caught up in some razor wire, tripped and split my knee open on my rifle. I laid on the ground growling for a while, not knowing I was actually hurt. One of my buddies carried my rifle, and another one helped me walk. I thought it was bruised. After a few minutes, I didn’t feel any swelling, so I took my rifle back and continued on. About 15 minutes later, as we neared the edge of the woods, I noticed blood soaking through my pants. I sat down and rolled up the pant leg. What greeted me was unexpected. I had a meaty gash right below my knee cap. I started to put my field dressing on. At this time my team leader noticed I was down. He came over and helped me out. Then I was combat carried across a field to the medics. After a long night at the army aid station and the civilian E.R. I had 13 exterior stitches and a few interior [muscle] stitches. That was about a week ago, and I am supposed to get them out tomorrow.So there it is, my story of the month.I have some pictures of the “wound” but none were very flattering.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Down in the Swamp are We

Hello out there.
I haven’t written in a while, mostly because there just isn’t a whole lot going on. I’ll bring you all up to speed though.
We’re closing on Christmas, and that is the beacon we are all looking at. Not much else comes to mind except the thought of going home. We are all pretty pumped, and looking forward to a break.
We have been doing various things over the past week or so. We completed some refresher coursed on various weapon systems, including the .50 cal machine gun, and the 240B machine gun.
Most of the company got certified as Combat Lifesavers also. We learned and refreshed ourselves on how to give rescue breathing, CPR, and basic first aid. We also put tourniquets on each other. We actually twisted them until the blood stopped flowing in the femoral artery. Wow did that hurt. We then took classes on inserting nasal airway tubes, and doc actually put one in his own nose (It’s about 4-5 inches long, and as big around as a marker, ouch). We did many smaller things inbetween, with the culmination of the course being us “sticking” each other and administering I.V.’s to each other. Good times.
Then yesterday we all got to pee in a little cup and get drug tested. Enough said there.
We have also been doing some pressure control points and basic restraints training.
That is pretty much it. That is all the training we have done in the past couple weeks. About two weeks of training that we could have done in 1-2 days.
I am always going to try to keep these posts upbeat and positive. However, one of our officers was talking to some reporters. He told them that our training is continuous and rigorous and the moral of the troops is high. I want to correct this. When they don’t have scheduled training for us, we make our own training up. This is a complete waste of our time and the tax-payers money. There is absolutely no reason for us to be down here this long. The moral of the troops is low. Very low. They continue to treat us like children and micro-manage everything we do. I am only saying this because I want the truth to be heard. I don’t want a suger coated picture that some officer made up and appears in the paper.
One of my fellow soldiers has a blog devoted to the truth. Good or bad he reports on it. Apparently our command doesn’t like the truth. They tried to shut him down, but, as he is doing nothing wrong, they don’t have a leg to stand on. He is not violating any operational security, so they have no leg to stand on. They are however watching him very close and tracking all his posts. Doesn’t feel very much like America down here.
So, I want to end on a happy note. The quiet of morning is my favorite time. It is the time I get up before anyone else, and the lights are off. I can read my bible, write in my journal or update this blog in complete quiet. I love it.
Only 2 more weeks and I’ll be home for a little R&R. It is much needed. Can’t wait to see you all.

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