Sunday, November 29, 2009
Today is my 38th Birthday. Feels good to be alive doing the things I love to do. When I was five years old I made up my mind in regard to what I wanted to do. I wanted to be just like my father. Life is up, life is down...sometimes things are easy, sometimes things are hard. But right now, I love my life.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I don't think that Kanye realizes that there is a certain level of saturation that the public is willing to accept in regard to "Rock Star" behavior. I mean dude ought to know if Bobby Knight can be fired from IU, he could see a big cut into his record sales.
Regardless of whether or not you agree with his sentiment, that was horrible. He took what Taylor had already described as "unbelievable" since she is a country music singer and ruined it. That was her first one and this is what she will always remember. He ought to have to apologize to her.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Happy Birthday to the greatest military fighting force that the world has ever known. The same force my dad gave 30 years to in active service, as well as 18 years more as a civilian worker.
I am enjoying myself on this beautiful Sunday, and I don't have to work on Monday which makes it even better.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Damn..........what the hell happened? I left Iraq at 175 pounds of lean, mean, fighting machine. Now I am 205 pounds of chubby, tame, couch potato....I gotta get cracking. Check out the tracker that I am using from http://medhelp.org. Wish me luck!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Unfortunately there is a population of young males in the United States who boast a significant few who seem to have no care about themselves, their race, their future, or even what discredit and hardship their misdeeds bring upon others. Years ago I used to scoff at the notion that rap music, video games, or racy movies had anything to do at all with influencing the behavior of individual people. To a large extent I still feel that way, however, I do acknowledge that people of weak mind, spirit, and moral makeup attempt to "emulate" what they see, because somehow many of these negative behaviors are perceived. The medial seems to reinforce the notion that somehow because you are a black mail, you have had a rough life and grew up in "hell". That may be true for some, but I think there is a large majority that step into that position as an actor steps into a role. There are few occassions when a person is so poor that they cannot eat. We have fat bums in this country. There are a multitude of programs and commissions that are out there to ensure that the disadvantaged don't simply perish. Despite the significant gains that have been made, there is a segment of the population that is hell-bent on doing stupid things. Making it hard for the rest of us. As indicated in the satirical cartoon, "The Boondocks", light is shed on how ridiculous things often are.
There are racial situations, tensions, and bias out there against blacks, and I don't doubt that. However, I can say that the gains in racial outlook from the Civil War until now has been tremendous. Especially when we look at the changes that went on in the antebellum South. I think that we need to place a lot of the onus on our current plight, (incarceration, AIDS, crime rate, out-of-wedlock births), on ourselves. When I see more and more that the younger generation are making decisions that will ruin their lives forever as teenagers, I cringe to think about what the future holds. Take for instance the guy in the following video. The title of the video on YouTube is "Young Black man gives up." I think the title should be, "Young Black man gives up on himself and needlessly takes the lives of two innocent young men."
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
On March 13th, 2007 the day seemed like every other day in Iraq.....hot and dreary. The winter was over, the rains had stopped, and the temperature was climbing back toward the unforgiving and miserable level that it had been when we first arrived. I was the 1st Platoon Leader of Alpha Company 1-149th IN. My platoon was in charge of patrolling Al Furat, Al Maksasib, a tiny sliver of Al Jihad, the operating space of AO Mutt, and a daily route clearance on stretches of Route Yankee and MSR Tampa. (This intersection of both places was once called the most dangerous intersection in the world because of all of the IED emplacement.) In addition to this, a small contingent of my platoon was tasked with operating ECP 7 which was the entry point for military convoys onto Victory Base Complex. What was unusual about this day was the fact that I was on the FOB in a Company meeting and my platoon Sergeant was out on patrol with the platoon.
We went to the Company CP twice a week for meetings and we would brief CPT Pepper about what was going on with our individual platoons, and we would interface with him, the First Sergeant, the Supply Sergeant, and the Company XO. Nobody likes going to meetings, but they were indeed a necessary evil in combat. You HAVE to know what is going on with your unit. My Platoon Sergeant, who by-the-way was one of the most capable and effective Non-commissioned Officers I have ever known, and I would alternate days for meetings. Unfortunately this was my second in a row because I had also needed to go to a followup appointment earlier in the day from a minor back sprain. Anyway, the meeting was going on in the CP and suddenly I heard the radio start crackling with activity. I recognized the voice of my Platoon Sergeant calling in to BN on the BN Net a report of shots fired on their position. This was hardly unusual because some jerk, who was probably not even militia related, would always try and take a shot at us. But I noticed something different in his voice. We continued on with the meeting, but I couldn't concentrate as I heard the chatter between my Platoon Sergeant and BN HQ. The XO was saying something about what we hadn't been doing about consumption reports and maintenance of the 1151's when suddenly I heard SFC Harris yell over the radio. "Warrior Main...we have PID of several individuals one LN carrying an RPG! We are engaging! Request QRF support, the area is hot!" I looked at CPT Pepper and he said, "Smith, you are excused." I snatched my M4 out of the rack and grabbed my IBA. I bolted out of the CP and jogged toward BN Main, I listened to the radio traffic on my MBITR radio as I ran. I heard the QRF Platoon call into BN Main. They responded in less than a minute and a half. I knew the QRF Platoon leader well, and I really had a lot of respect for him. I am about 13 or 14 years older than him, but he always displayed a maturity that was well beyond his years. I was afraid they would roll out the gate and I would be unable to get there in time to go with them to join my unit. I shouted into my MBITR as I ran....
"Tomahawk 6, Tomahawk 6...this is Thumper 6 over!"
"Thumper 6 this is Tomahawk 6 over..."
"Tomahawk 6...this is Thumper 6...be advised I am enroute to your location
"Roger, we are loaded up.........get here quick, because I have to SP
"Roger that Tomahawk 6....Thumper 6 out."
I pounded along the road to BN with the impossibly heavy IBA and my M4 when a Hummer pulled up behind me...it was the BN Command Sergeant Major. He said, "Hey LT, I heard you on my radio...jump in and I'll take you to ECP 11. " (This is where Tomahawk was staged ready to head out the gate)
I jumped in and we roared down the road to the ECP. I said, "Thanks Sergeant Major" and jumped out when we stopped. I put my IBA and Kevlar and put mags into my sidearm and my M4. I saw Lieutenant Beaver and said, "Where's my seat?" He pointed to the third vehicle and I jumped in. A minute later we cleared the ECP and rolled out into Al Furat. As we headed down, I listened to the radio traffic and heard them say they were on Charlie Street. I knew exactly where that was....we continued to head down and I saw my four Hummers with my Soldiers pushed out for security. When I dismounted I jumped out and ran to my Platoon Sergeant....
"Every damn time I don't patrol you get into some shit! What do you have?"
He filled me in on the fact that they had been shot at, and once they rolled out toward the point of origin some people in front of them started waving. They dismounted and searched an outcropping of buildings and found a man who had been shot directly through the eye. The man's son had told them who had done it, and it turned out that this individual was one of the people that was on the HVT list. Not that I wasn't already amped up on adrenaline, but my interest was piqued when I heard that familiar name. He pointed me toward the courtyard where the son and the grieving family was standing. As I walked into the courtyard I saw a man lying in the corner next to the courtyard. He had on a dark colored "man-dress" and what appeared to be an expensive set of shoes. He had been shot directly through the eye. There was a dark pool of blood that extended from the back of his head, that was mixed with brain and bone matter. My medic was working on him.....The man was injured to the extent that the step-by-step process of vital checking that was done by my medic was basically pointless. As I walked into the courtyard I stood over Doc and the man. He turned and looked at me and said, "He's gone, Sir." The family asked us to move him inside on a bench, as we picked him up his shoulders, feet, and hips his head lolled backwards. As his head tipped back, a fresh glut of brain matter and blood leaked out and left a nasty trail across the floor. As we carried him, I felt the need to say, "I'm sorry.", even though nobody in the house really knew what I was saying.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Monday, March 09, 2009
I am nearing the end of a training rotation in Sapporo Japan. Over the course of this two weeks in the field, the weather has gone from single digit to fifty degrees. From clear skies to hard rain, from blowing snow, to sleet. I am glad that I came on this mission, however, I am glad to be going back home. I am only going to have a couple of days before I have to report back to work, and I am probably going to try and sleep the entire time. I have been eating MRE's a few times a day, and I am SO ready for a nice ribeye steak, baked potato, and a glass of bourbon.
In the picture above, we were trying to reinforce tent stakes because the blowing wind and heavy snow was making the tents collapse.
This is a picture of me with two Japanes scouts before we did a recon of one of the objectives. The Japanese Infantry is pretty hardcore. The snow in a lot of places is so deep that the patrols have to move with skis or snowshoes. As you can see in this photo, knowing how to ski is fundamental to be a Japanese Infantrymen.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I am unhappy.
re-in-vent–verb (used with object) to invent again or anew, esp. without knowing that the invention already exists.
I have thinking lately that I need to reinvent myself. I have lost a lot of the drive and motivation that I used to have to do a lot of things. I feel a lot of facets of my life that are oh-so-important, almost feel as if they are becoming stagnant. The infrequent number of times that I have upated this blog in the last two years is a testament to that. Perhaps I don't need to reinvent myself, I suppose that perhaps I ought to rediscover myself. I haven't been ME for quite some time I fear. It didn't start on my last deployment, it started somewhere else, I think it was the fact that I felt I needed to be somewhere at a certain time due to my age/experience/status/rank.
I think that the key to my unhappiness has been the persistent quest to BE HAPPY. I have all of the things that I need to be happy, and perhaps that is enough. Perhaps they need not work in concert for me to be happy. I am approaching middle age. (This is an odd statement, I don't know how long I will live, so how do I know I am not waaaay past middle age.) I used to stay up to obscene hours of the night writing, watching movies, and reading. I used to ENJOY going to work, even when I didn't think what I was feeling was enjoyment. In a way, I think that I am unhappy because I reinvented myself once already and I am not happy with the result. I have been following a path that was blazed for me in a lot of ways, and I don't have any regret for what I have accomplished, however, I am not sure that this is my way in life.
More will follow. I promise.....
Thursday, January 01, 2009
This is the first day of 2009, I am hoping that this will be a better year for me than 2008. 2008 was no failure by any stretch of the imagination, but 2008 was fraught with issues that slowed me down. I haven't blogged much lately because of it, but that is one of my New Year promises to myself. Resolutions usually end up coming and going, but I am going to promise myself that I will do the following....
- Start writing again.
- Get back into the physical condition I was in on deployment.
- Save more money.