This is what it looked like for most of our 3 day base security mission... if I remember right, the rain had let up for JUST long enough for me to grab my camera and snap a picture. The water was ankle deep pretty much all over. (Did I say water? I meant mud.)
Even medics need a break every once in a while.
Ok, I'll admit it, I was actually inside for most of those three days, in the command tent. I was the Battle NCO. That means I sat there and listened to all the traffic on the radios and tracked everything on that sheet of paper and controlled troop movements in the camp in conjunction with the Battle Captain. I don't know why they gave that job to a medic, but I sure enjoyed it. It's the first time (and the last) that I've ever been on that side of the radio during a fight. During my time in Georgia I was: Medic (medic), Sergeant of the Guard (command and control for gate guard detail), Battle NCO (command and control for all fighting elements in the camp including the SOG), and Truck Comander (command and control for one gun truck in a mounted combat patrol. It's unusual to train on all those different things, I guess I'm either really good or I was in the right place and the right time. (Obviously the second:-)
The cots in Georgia were TERRIBLE! Even the ones that weren't broken when we gon there mostly ended up that way within a few days. I think they should have declared war on the company who made them instead of contracting with them.
I have some very delicious videos of the wonderful and loving birthday party we gave Olson. By we I mean us medics. We really stick together you know, even if it means caring enough to strap someone to a litter, wrap duct tape around their calves, rub icy-hot all over their body (and yes I do mean every last inch), write on them with magic marker, carry them around upside down singing "happy birthday", and finally leave them leaning upsidedown against a building and take off. Yes, we will sacrifice anything for our buddies. **nervously looks over his shoulder, knowing his birthday comes in November**
This is what it looked like for most of our 3 day base security mission... if I remember right, the rain had let up for JUST long enough for me to grab my camera and snap a picture. The water was ankle deep pretty much all over. (Did I say water? I meant mud.)
Even medics need a break every once in a while.
Ok, I'll admit it, I was actually inside for most of those three days, in the command tent. I was the Battle NCO. That means I sat there and listened to all the traffic on the radios and tracked everything on that sheet of paper and controlled troop movements in the camp in conjunction with the Battle Captain. I don't know why they gave that job to a medic, but I sure enjoyed it. It's the first time (and the last) that I've ever been on that side of the radio during a fight. During my time in Georgia I was: Medic (medic), Sergeant of the Guard (command and control for gate guard detail), Battle NCO (command and control for all fighting elements in the camp including the SOG), and Truck Comander (command and control for one gun truck in a mounted combat patrol. It's unusual to train on all those different things, I guess I'm either really good or I was in the right place and the right time. (Obviously the second:-)
The cots in Georgia were TERRIBLE! Even the ones that weren't broken when we gon there mostly ended up that way within a few days. I think they should have declared war on the company who made them instead of contracting with them.
I have some very delicious videos of the wonderful and loving birthday party we gave Olson. By we I mean us medics. We really stick together you know, even if it means caring enough to strap someone to a litter, wrap duct tape around their calves, rub icy-hot all over their body (and yes I do mean every last inch), write on them with magic marker, carry them around upside down singing "happy birthday", and finally leave them leaning upsidedown against a building and take off. Yes, we will sacrifice anything for our buddies. **nervously looks over his shoulder, knowing his birthday comes in November**
Looks like you guys have some not so comfy living circumstances...(but I guess you're familiar with it from training sessions!?)
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