Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Finale !!


Some of the information given here may seem choppy or inconclusive.  This is a “running blog” and a continuation of a much greater story.  You are encouraged to go to the main web-site to catch-up or read previous blogs.  These blogs tell the story of Christian I  (100% DAV, homeschooling pastor-dad with M.S.)  and Christian II (son 3 years old -T1 diabetic)-BOTH TRYING TO RAISE MONEY FOR SERVICE DOGS!

 
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Christian I - (This Army narrative began back in the “flashback??” Blog from last week.) Presently, we were being held captive by the POGS, and we had them going for quite some time with a completely fabricated story about how "my buddy -needed his pills to survive". If you remember, we were there for the purpose of training these non-infantrymen (POGS) to handle a real-time combat situation! We were lying (acting), but this was the standard operating procedure during this type of training scenario.

So did they let us go? I remember that for about 2 min. they seriously thought about it -LOL. Now here is where our second character comes in.  SPC Ackley could not contain himself any longer! When he saw the command sergeant major scratching his head, and believing this nonsense – he just lost it. He started chuckling with this belly laugh, where his whole body jiggled. That set off a chain reaction, and SSG X and myself (also on the verge of laughing) completely lost it!

I wish you could've seen how embarrassed they all were! A skinny little command sergeant major got so angry that he walked up to SPC Ackley (who was a 225 pound gorilla – but still tied up), flipped him over and put his combat boot on the back of Ackley’s neck! I remember him saying something like, "you think that's funny white boy?". Good training!

I also remember, when that little man turned around and saw the rest of us infantrymen glaring at him, he quickly -but uprightly- left the area. After "the show" was over, I think they just wanted to show how strong they were by keeping this there for a few more hours – dirty pool man. Soon, those guards that were trying so hard to keep us as prisoners – opened the gates, and just walked away leaving us there. "I guess that means we can go", I said.

After every mission, we have what's called an AAR (After Action Report). During this time there is no more role-playing. The leaders of the soldiers that we are training up assemble together with our platoon, and we go over every movement, observation, and make all sorts of prescriptive remarks. It only took about an hour. But, I remember the part that had everybody rocking was when Mabry and I reported on the activities from the night before. Honestly, it was so much fun as they called the soldiers in charge of those 50 caliber machine guns, and reamed them out! (The POGS were all so clueless!) Good training!

After everything was finished, and we were free to go, we walked back about 300 yards, over the area where Mabry and I crawled through just the night before (really cool feeling) – and the platoon disappeared into the wood line…
 WEAPONS MAINTENANCE  ... DOWN TIME ...
 

This mission was very special to me because there were many things I learned that changed the way I operated as a soldier but, there are many more noteworthy things from the Infantry that I could I write about (as I’m sure most veterans could) - Please give me feedback on this blog, even one word showing the topic about what you want me to write about (military, childhood, city, Trinity, sales, Jesus…you pick). FYI- I feel miserable today and have a military friend coming over for dinner (who will not let me cancel). GOOD TRAINING! Sixteen years later and I’m still training! Praise God! I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Christian II – Little man is sitting on my lap again, but today he’s miserable also. He’s still smiling and playing but he was screaming through the night with high blood sugar and moderate keytones. Simon (the service dog) definitely could have helped. Please pray for my son.
God bless you friend... :)

IT IS A "THUMBS DOWN" DAY ...

 




 

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