Wednesday, September 11, 2013

GRENADE SIMULATOR "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 – As you recall, SSG X and I almost blew up the whole place and were now running backwards trying to escape the enemy and trying to get back to our base camp. We could not see where we were going (as it was the middle of the night). So, we were tripping over bushes, rocks, falling into holes and running into each other… all while firing at the enemy who was now behind us.
Yes, thanks to our hero (SSG X), I felt like a clown running and tripping everywhere, but something else was wrong. We had just left the enemy (remember, by the fuel bladder?), and there were about fifteen soldiers in that area. However, there was only one small weapon firing at us as we ran away. We should have been dead for sure! Please remember this!
SSG X and I finally made it to a safe enough distance where we thought the POGS (Non infantry personnel) were nowhere in sight. We were in the clear and on the way back to camp to see the rest of our platoon! Good training!
The next morning we awoke and rallied together with the leadership of the enemy that we were fighting the night before. This was common practice after a mission of this nature (OPFOR). Our objective was to train up the POGS (about 2000 in this case) to make and defend a fully functional camp … as a soldier should. So at this point we were meeting with the leadership to reflect on their performance, make suggestions, and “grade” their overall activities.
 It was a very interesting time that we had - reflecting on their performance during missions that this blog hasn’t talked about yet. When we came to talking about the night before, it was very difficult… try to feel this one with me – I felt troubled, like I didn’t know if I should laugh out loud or what – LOL.
We talked about how poorly defended their positions were, and right in the middle of our dialogue the Lt. Col. (Lieutenant Colonel) interrupted me and shouted out, “Hold it right there!” Then he directed his voice behind him and said, “Bring the men over.” And over walked three men: a first lieutenant, a staff sergeant, and a private.
I was a little concerned. I never saw these men before in my life – I thought… Just then the L.T. Col. says very seriously, “These men would like to press charges against you,” and then he motioned to me. My face was very stone cold and without emotion, but inside, I could feel my brain had dropped into my belly.  And I was about to throw up. I was thinking to myself, “What did I do wrong now?” I saw that one of the men had bandages on his hands and I started to figure out what was going on. Even still, I remained stone–faced .
The entire group erupted with laughter – on the POG side of the forum. They were just all having a great time – trying to get me to squirm! But they didn’t. They introduced the first lieutenant as the man that we had blinded with the grenade simulator the night before (Remember? “Where did they go?”). The Private with bandages on his hands was the poor soul that tried to grab my weapon from me by the blazing hot barrel (so sad). The SSG that came forward was the one who set off the booby trapped port -a- potty when we were trying to sneak away the night before. Good training – LOL!
I actually got an award from these people because of what happened! The only question that I had was “Why was only one weapon firing at us during our escape?” Well, we missed the fuel bladder and blowing up the whole camp, but we started a rather large brush fire (That we couldn’t see from our angle at the time)… and all of the enemy soldiers were trying to put it out. Good training!
No one said anything about how foolish we looked running backwards and tripping over everything as we escaped and no one had anything negative to say at all. To this day I have kept it quiet, and have told no one about what a “ding dong” SSG X was, but now you know, don’t you? Good training!
Today, I didn’t make it to my office or even outside to write this blog. It’s a good training day for me (If you know what I mean). Please keep your prayers going for our fundraiser. I was just talking this morning about how little we have.
Please keep your comments coming. I’m writing these army stories because that is what people wanted to hear. I’m going to start writing about my family, unless you send me an email with other suggestions!
Christian II – Little Christian’s numbers are still as they were yesterday. I’m going to start calling that kid “Yo-Yo” because his numbers go up and down so much. He’s sleeping now. I can’t help to look at him while he laid there, “Am I doing my best as a parent?” and “Are they going to have to cut his toes off or something because I’m letting his numbers bounce around so much?” We need that dog.





 


 







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