An essential guide to all things army; explore the intricate structure of units, troops, ranks and roles that work together to keep our borders safe.
After nine months of combat command in Vietnam, I was called into the adjutant general’s office. The young man there said to me, “Lieutenant, you are overdue for a promotion to captain, so we have a choice to offer you. If you’ll extend six more months in country, we’ll promote you to captain ASAP, and give you your your own company to command.“
AIT Living at 28 years of age
My personal experience in arriving to my AIT training could be described in two words. Pure bliss. I was so happy to finally be out of basic training and onto the next phase of my training.
My father was in the Army and my mother was in the Air Force when they meant. They got married in 1974 and I spent my child as an Army brat moving from base to base. My Dad retired and we eventually ended up in Colorado. Our moving around always gave me both a sense of adventure and unfortunately a little disconnect from other people. I have learned to love to travel and to enjoy everywhere I live. I love the outdoors and photography. Artwork and poetry has been a stabilizing force in my life. The irony is that I growing up surrounded by the Army did not dissuade me from joining.
- Top Story - January 2021
In late winter 2007, I was a in charge of several human intelligence elements, which were comprised of 3–5 person teams who sallied forth to collect rumors. The practice provides a relatively good idea of the local vibe, motivations, and perhaps even a heads up to potential upcoming threats. One of my buddies who was in charge of ISR (intelligence, surveillance, and reconnaissance) was on mid-tour leave, so I shifted my schedule to cover down her shift, which was the night shift. As I was the highest ranking person during that shift, I became the TOC (tactical operations center) commander. This was my first deployment, and I was a shiny new 2LT. Basically - I was Jon Snow and I knew nothing.
- Top Story - January 2021
Pawprints in the snow
So here I am, laying down in a travel bed at 0300, still in my uniform, still pondering events that happened the previous days. This is a regular occurrence. It happened last night, it's happened for the last three depressing, grueling months. I start work tomorrow morning at 0630. I'm basically running on fumes. The thoughts in my head? I'm missing home, I miss the little things, being able to walk to the shop, being able to go to the toilet without a rifle strapped around my back weighing me down. I miss not being able to sleep without the sound of gun fire and explosions in the near distance, tearing through the room like an earthquake.
22 months in Afghanistan is always thought of as “hell on earth” to everyone. I’m not downgrading anyone, I’m just saying there’s different things that make deployments easier than others. My friends may have different memories, but this is just my story, from my eyes...
Memories Of Germany
As I stepped off the charter flight that cold day in April 1979, I knew not what to expect. Here I was for the first time in a country that wasn't my own. We had a sergeant meet us at the airport and then the police dogs came through to sniff our bags for drugs and contraband. I was just eighteen and never been more than five hundred miles from Roanoke, VA for any extended amount of time now here I was more than three thousand miles from home. I was like thousands of others before me fear of the unknown.
ARAB AND ISRAELI MILITARIES
As someone who has directly trained with IDF and Arab militaries. On the most basic level of training the IDF will outstrip any Arab military. For example, on the individual zeroing weapons was a trial. These Arabs did not believe it was useful and neither did the commanders. Some of the Arab country soldiers thought that basic geometry was like magic. Yes, one millimeter movement of your sight is really one meter at one thousand meters. It works. Does anyone believe I had to make any IDF soldier believe that? This is just an example and indicative of the problems I would encounter in Arab countries on the individual level. Yes, your Arab soldiers need water and food. Believe it or not I had to tell Arab commanders these things. I believe it was systemic because almost everyone I encountered had this attitude. At the company and battalion level the leadership was just lacking. Follow through with even any basic job just was not there. When conducting combat operations, planning was unrealistic, not timely, or just plain bad. We normally just utilized my plan. A lot of the Arab soldiers’ leadership did not and would not lead their soldiers in combat during major operations. They would either want to utilize the radio from base or take annual leave. I wrote this part in another post but it is relevant. When we were setting up basic combat training for the Jundi in Habbiniya, the Iraqi Army had virtually a blank check to train the Jundi how they wanted. Unlimited funds really. I said, “You can train them like the United States Marine Corps, Army, French Foreign Legion, Royal Marines,” I showed them videos of entire boot camps and basic training, the follow-on training they received. “Nope, we’re going to train in the dirt and not utilize any technology or experience from modern militaries. Because that training worked against the Americans.”
The First Day Of US Army Basic Training
Article #6 First Day of Basic Training At Fort Knox, Kentucky The summer of 2006 was when I went to Basic Training to join the United States Army and transition from civilian to becoming a soldier. My first day of basic training was having all my issued uniform and fitting all of it in my two duffle bags. So I had one duffle bag on my back and one in the front. It wasn't like any other while waiting for training to start. Everyone was anxious, it didn't matter if you had experience, young, old, we were all considered recruits, and were treated the same by the Drill Sergeants.
The Day I Left For US Army Basic Training
Article #5 The Day I Left For US Army Basic Training In this is article, I will talk about the day I left for Basic Training and the few days I was in Basic prior to actually getting to my actual Company which was D 1/46 At Fort Knox, Kentucky. I still remember when I left, my recruiter came to pick me up at my house, I said my good-byes to my family. As, my recruiter drove off, I was anxious and nervous as a 18 year old, who never really done anything in life. I knew, I had to join he military to serve my country and hopefully reach my goals in life. It was the right decision because I was able to get out after 4 years, work in Law Enforcement, and finish my college degree. To have my short military career under my belt, I was able to apply what I have learned in the military into my civilian life and law enforcement career. To this day, I have no to regrets.
List of all the badges worn by Para special forces of Indian army.
In this post you would be learning about the badges of Para SF commandos. So first of all some facts related to Para SF Commandoes.
What Comes After
The mind is a funny place - it can be your greatest friend or your strongest enemy. What comes after - when you mind has been the only place of truth and certainty, yet turns on your like a viper, poisoning your life and slowly eating away at what makes you, you.