US Army

So much to say

Part of the problem with being disconnected is that you spend a lot of time thinking about the things you will do when you are connected again--people you will see, stuff you will do, website updates you will write. Then you get connected and you can't remember any of that crap, so you sort of wander around the house in a daze, drinking coffee. Or, if you're trying to cut down on your caffeine intake on the recommendation of the counselor (who assured me that my anger is healthy and normal), you think about drinking coffee all day long.

Home

Hey, I'm home now.

Sig

Yet more on awards

Wally's big problem with it all is the same as mine--the whole process devalues the award system and blatantly announces to the soldier that it doesn't matter in the slightest whether he does a good job or a lousy job. Regardless of his actual contribution to the war effort, he will get an award based on his rank and to some extent on who he knows. "Why should I even try?"

Because in the end, there are people downrange counting on you.

Overheard in the B-hut

[quote]Sig: You know what the worst part is about how any drunk monkey can get E-5? [Sergeant]

Chaos: What's that?

Sig: I still don't have it. What does that mean?

SSG Smallville: The system works.[/quote]

Overheard in the B-hut

We were discussing Big Red’s ambitions to be an astronaut. Or senator. Or writer.
[quote]Sig: “I can hardly criticize. I’m 28 and I don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. I am pretty sure I don’t want to be a professional deployer, though.”

SSG Smallville: “I dunno, it’s worked for me. One more tour and I get a toaster oven.”[/quote]

The hidden politics of tactical kitten rescue

Though it’s not entirely a secret, my job in the Army is not generally one of those that gets a lot of press. The OPSEC aspect of things is kind of a joke, since absolutely everyone out here knows what we do—bad guys included, no doubt—but pretenses must be maintained. For the purposes of this discussion, my job is to rescue kittens from trees.

I'm not a leper.

How to Win the War of Public Perception by Actively Soliciting the Cooperation of Independent Media Voices and Military Web Log Writers and Also By Not Being Stupid.

"ArComs all around!"

Yup. Still feels like a slap in the face. Do I deserve something higher? Hell no—I don’t particularly feel I’ve earned an ArCom. But a blanket award like this just reinforces what we’ve already felt coming from Battalion—nothing we do matters. Do a good job? Nice work, here’s your ArCom. Do a lousy job? Thank you for serving your country—here’s your ArCom. Oops, sorry, you’re a captain—your people all hate you and you don’t know what you’re doing, but you’ve got the shiny 1st LT (2nd award) tabs, so here’s your Bronze Star.

Poor Timing

I haven't been sick in... um. A while. So I'm probably due. But I'm not happy about it, and the timing absolutely sucks.

I'm back. Time to go.

In the good news department, we might be taking our own vehicle out on the next operation, I have a whole mess of books to read (Thanks, Ma!), and they found my SAW. The unit acquired M-14s, also, one of which I would absolutely love to carry, but we need a SAW (or larger, but we don't have anything larger) to sit in the turret. Besides, it's doubtful that we'll get any range time before we leave again; what's the point of a kick ass rifle without zeroing?

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