a reply to: Rodinus
I was such a disgusting civie puke when I arrived at basic. I was as useful as a football bat, and as sloppy as a soup sandwich.
Thank the good lord above for the U.S. ARMY having such talent working for TRADOC.
Drill sergeant Wise....when the buses came for us, and all the drill Sergeants got out, I took one look at them and said "plz GOD, let me have any of
them but that guy"....ya I got "that" guy. We were in the training environ for less than 20 minutes, and one of the biggest guys I ever saw was
crying for his mother, Drill Sergeant Wise punched out a ceiling tile, it hit the concrete roof above it and exploded.....I swear to GOD, this stone
cold SOB didnt even blink when it came down and hit him in the head.
A.I.T. was suppossed to be easy, passes, no more BS, just school and smooth sailing.
I went to the only place in America where they train my particular MOS, 13-E cannon fire direction control specialist, at Alphatraz 2-80th field
artillery battalion at Fort Sill Oklahoma "STEEL RAIN!!!!", yes I still fear that Drill sergeant Marshall will come and eat my sould if I mention the
unit without loudly and proudly saying the moto.
I though DS Wise was bad, my AIT made my basic look like summer camp. We were in hell week for 10 weeks.
It was explained at the end, that it is so hard on us in my job, because we can not ever, not once, under any criteria, ever make a single mistake,
otherwise our guys die.
Either they dont get the fires they need when they need them (time on target), or worse, we shoot short and hit our own.
I plotted a chart that was off by 1 mill one time, I had to carry a 200 LBS 205mm howitzer round around the entire school compound, even the marines
felt bad for me as they watched. I am only 155LBS so humping that shell for the better part of a mile was quite rough, the marines and some soldiers
from Isreal, Pakistan, Canada and another country I cant remember were there having a smoke break, they all started yelling and encouraging me on the
last 300 meters or so.
Even SR. Drill Sergeant Marshall, Lord Vader himself, pityless and full of nothing but anger and malice, congratulated me, and patted me on the back,
he said "private, I have made many people hump that shell around the compound, most dont make it past the front stairs before they give up, you are
going to make one hell of an artillery man!!!"
I learned a lot about me and what I was capable of in basic and AIT.
That was in late 99 early 2000.
I spent the couple of years, well almost 2 years, training and doing my job...."Pull string gun go boom".
Then 911 happened. January the following year we mobed and got deployed around many times just guarding military stuff for a year at a time here, a
couple of months there etc.... for the next 4 years.
I never got to fire( well plot and give the gun line coordinates to the target) a single 19er8 round in anger, or even my weapon.
I did get to shake down a bunch of civies though.
What is it about civies? They are working on a post, with outrageous security, with signs everywhere warning them not to ever leave this exact set of
roads for any reason.
So where do we find them? Walking down the road, right in front of the bunkers containing the most dangerous substance known to man.
They always act sooo shocked when they are in the most restricted area they have ever heard of, and 4 humvees pull up on them from all sides at once,
and men with "guns" get out and start ordering them to drop their ID back up 15 feet and lay on the ground with their arms and legs spread apart. They
usually just look at you like your stupid, then the guy on the .50 cal racks one into the chamber, and they automatically remember how to speak
9 out of 10 times it was a bat researcher. The other 1 it was a construction worker.
Kinda reminded me of the movie super troopers honestly....good times.
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