Here's 2 more I found.
July 2011
The feeling starts about 2 hours out. I start doing my self-checks. I put on the headphones and go to a place in my mind to start getting ready. A ritual even...Starts with my uniform, making sure I have my boots tied and pockets secured. My smokes, dip, cell phone, pens, writing pad, maps, camera, and of course my coin secured in my left breast pocket. It's my lucky charm. I go through a set of songs to get psyched up, the same ones usually. I grab my weapon, knowing it's clean but still doing a once over to make sure it's ready and functioning. I do a few mag changes to ensure smooth operation, check the IR and laser on my PEQ-14. As I'm doing this I'm going over the mission. The routes, areas, people, tactics, TTPs, SIGACTS, all in my mind as I rehearse in my head how I will command my platoon. I secure my NVG bag to my belt, checking to make sure it mounts properly to my helmet and is working, again knowing it works because I check constantly, but one never knows over here. I put on my knee pads, fastening them comfortably so they are tight enough to keep them from sliding down my legs, but not so tight so as to cut off circulation. I grab my IOTV body armor, a hefty 70 lbs with twelve magazines, each filled with 29 rounds of 5.56 mm Ball FMJ rounds. I've placed a tracer as the third to last round in each mag to let me know when I need to reload if necessary. I have one magazine filled with a tracer every round to direct my platoons fire, making it easier for them to see where I want them to direct their attention if needed. I also have my IFAC, loaded with a tourniquet, bandage, medical tape, and IV line with needle and my personal locater beacon. I also have a flashlight, gerber, camera, camelback, maps, and a PCC/PCI checklist on this vest. A drop mag pouch so I don't lose my empty mags in a firefight. I rest the vest on my shoulder and then heft it over my head securing the right side and then left. I put on my eyepro and hat carrying my helmet and weapon to the TOC. Once there, I read the latest intel for the area and go over any last minute changes to the mission or AO. I then walk to the staging area where my soldiers are waiting for me to give my ramp brief. The vehicles and weapons all ready, soldiers talking about one thing or another. Going over past missions or new things we could do to change up our tactics or keep the enemy from being able to predict any patterns. I smoke a cigarette talking with my PSG and lead vehicle commander to go over the mission routes in depth and pointing out anything that intel has informed us to look out for. Once done, my platoon sergeant shouts to gather around, I give my ramp brief. I go over the mission once again and anything to be on the lookout for. I tell the routes, radio freqs, order of march, and then let the soldiers brief the platoon on the rest. I leave it open and they brief the different TTPs on their own to the platoon. It's random, that way they are all tracking and I know that every soldier has a crystal clear idea of what we will be doing on this mission. I conclude the ramp brief with our medic saying a prayer for the platoon. Then it's game time. The faces of all of us change, our eyes steeled as we put on all our equipment. As they mount the vehicles I do one last check of the vehicles and soldiers, making sure all are in order. I mount the vehicle once everyone is in theirs. I put my helmet on, and place the headset over my ears, hearing the chatter of the other trucks calling ready status up in code. Once all the trucks are good I call for us to move out. The mission has begun...what it will bring we don't know, but whatever it is we are ready...day in...day out.
August 2011
Monotony is a *****. The bad guys are counting on it. They have many nasty little tools of their trade to make for a very short day for anyone on the receiving end of them. They know they cannot take us on head to head, so they hit us for a split second and then vanish. Sometimes we get lucky and nail them, most of the time they are long gone before we have a chance to react. IEDs are always a big threat. There are many different variants and initiation systems. Artillery shells seem to be the most popular type, with homemade explosive being the second most kind. The most devastating kind are called EFPs or explosively formed penetrators. They can slice through pretty much any armor we have and are almost guaranteed to kill the whole truck if it hits the crew compartment. Fortunately they are hard to make and expensive. They can initiate them via cell phone, PIR or passive infrared (motion detector), crush wire (rolling a tire over the wire which completes a circuit initiating the explosion), command wire, or even a timer. The explosions occur suddenly and training takes over. Everything is heightened, your vision, smell, hearing, and emotions. I usually get angry...Then there are RKG-3s. Nasty little things, almost mini variants of the EFP I explained earlier. They are designed to be thrown and this is usually how they are employed. Bad guys like to hide in an alley, behind a wall, near bridges, or in really populated areas and throw them at us while we go by. They are almost never caught and can be devastating if employed correctly or in mass. The good thing is that there are usually indicators to look out for so we can narrow our search for bad guys when out and about. Then there is PSAF, or precision small arms fire...sniper fire. Every time we dismount we are exposed and vulnerable. We know this, we keep moving around, trying not to stay in the same spot to be harder targets to hit. Most the time you see the dust kick up or the reports of the rifle. You try to identify the point of origin...most of the time the attempt is futile. Again, they are long gone by the time we figure it out. We just call it up, go to a more secure area and continue our mission. Rarely there is a gunfight, an actual firefight, one where we can hit back. It's almost a relief. There's a thousand ways to die out here and there is only a few instances when we can do damage back. A firefight is one of them. You get high, adrenaline fills your veins, you feel alive and awake. You see all. To the amateurs you feel invincible; to the initiated you feel aware and know that it's as important to keep your wits as it is to not stand up stupidly to get a better shot at the bad guys. Small things kill. Small mistakes, almost trivial ones, they all can kill. In fact, you can do everything right and still murphy can find you and kill your young stupid ass. Yet, the feeling is there, the rush and excitement, a genuine sense of relief when it is done and an even greater sense of accomplishment that we came out the winners. There is only one winner in these types of things, no such thing as second place. We win a lot. After all is said and done your mind numbs, fatigue sets in, and you ponder all the possible alternatives to what just happened to you. Then you stop yourself because you realize you still have a long way to go and pondering too much means you're not focused. All that can wait until we go back to the states. While here we just have to keep our minds clear. Crystal clear. Remember, it's the small things...At the end of the day, you could be asleep in your bed minding your own business doing everything absolutely right...and one of those nasty rockets or mortars they like to shoot could land in your lap...sigh...FML...oh well, just roll over and go back to sleep, if it's got your name on it, then what can you do...enshalla as they say here. Just another day...