In October 2006, I was with 1st Cavalry Division and had deployed to Iraq. It was my first deploying to a combat zone. We were a fairly new platoon under a new Platoon Sergeant and Platoon leader. The only constant was our senior scout. Even he had only been in the platoon for less than a year. There were few veterans left from the previous tour, even though they contributed greatly to training for this deployment, I couldn’t help but feel an uneasiness when it came time to get on the plane and fly over. Nether the less, here we were. The platoon stayed in Kuwait for a few weeks, and we grew more and more nervous as we could feel the time getting closer to fly north. We had no clue as to where we were going, but we all …show more content…
We had only heard of this and had never seen anything like it before. As deadly as the EFPs were, the most feared course of action from the enemy was snipers. They were heavy in the AO and you never knew when they strike. The platoon Senior Scout, just as always, was the first on the ground. He would tell me from time to time that if anyone were to get hit, he would rather it be him than any us. -3- This was our Senior Scouts third deployment and each time he was on the ground, we all felt feeling of ease. After almost six months of three patrols a days for seven days a week, the platoon started to get a feeling of invincibility. We had had quick a few of near calls with EFPs, but no guntrucks had actually been hit. While we had been engaged quick a lot with small arms and RPGs, we always came out on top with minor or no injuries. While the platoon was on a high, we also started to argue and hold distain for one another. We had began to erode from within. It seemed as if nothing would fix us. It was April and the surge was happening. My platoon had spent months bouncing from location to location, clearing them and establishing security while small COPs would be
Which may not sound like much, but they went from being responsible for a group of officers during the hours of a patrol shift, to becoming responsible for an entire section of the city 24/7. This case study indicates that the lieutenants struggled with this change in roles, but even more, the sergeants who inherited the soldiers ' former watch commander duties struggled. The case suggests that they were not well informed about the changes or their rationale and had not been given much training or support for their new responsibilities. It can become assumed that the sergeants felt they already had full-time jobs and then were suddenly saddled with additional work without much explanation or preparation. The Chief indicated that, in retrospect, he should have had the sergeants more involved in the change process.
Early in the morning a reinforced North Vietnamese company attacked Company B, which was manning a defensive perimeter in Vietnam. The surprise onslaught wounded 5 members of a 6-man squad caught in the direct path of the enemy 's thrust. S/Sgt. Stewart became a lone defender of vital terrain--virtually 1
The aircraft cockpit was hit by and RPG and the pilot had half his hand ripped apart, the door gunner was killed instantly, more RPG’s hit the aircraft throwing the Rangers to the floor as the only sounds heard were those of the enemy and the wounded. Three Rangers were killed instantly as enemy fire continued to hit the aircraft and CPT Self realized that he had lost soldiers. In the confusion CPT Self realized that he needed to provide guidance and lead the men as enemy forces surrounded them. Security was established around the aircraft while attempting to communicate with any friendly forces. Countless hours passed as they continue conducting Infantry battle drills through muscle memory and returned fire toward the
Late 2005 I was assigned to 2-35 Infantry Regiment, 25th Infantry Division, Schofield Barracks, HI. I re-enlisted into the Army after almost a three year break in service. On my previous enlistment, I served in the 505th Parachute Infantry Regiment from the 82nd Airborne Division. All the new soldiers to include myself were standing in formation waiting on the Battalion Command Sergeant Major (CSM) to speak to us. I was the only Private First Class with a Combat Infantryman Badge, an Expert Infantryman Badge, and a combat deployment to Afghanistan.
The Effective Military Leader Warrant Officer Romero, Philip T. SPC: Captain Dearth, 1st Platoon The book “Black Hearts One Platoons Descent into Madness in Iraq’s Triangle of Death” by Jim Frederick is a true story about multiple leadership failures and six United States Soldiers from 1st Platoon, Bravo Company, 1st Battalion, 502nd Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division who were convicted for their involvement in horrible crimes while deployed to Iraq. The horrific acts including rape as well as murder committed by the soldiers of 1st platoon were a direct result of poor military leadership. Bad leadership will corrupt any military unit.
This mental relapse from Mike’s Interview shows that as much as someone thinks they can be prepared, Think again, it's impossible to ever be prepared for the emotional effects of war. As a Medic it seems that they are almost 100% responsible for a soldiers life and you are the last thing between them and death. Taken from [https://www.stripes.com] there was also some good points about the extra stress on a
I, along with all other members of our platoon, were emotionally confused as to how a man this heroic was now gone. As the ceremony began, we stood
After a three-hour bus ride, surrounded by strangers, I arrived at Camp Pendleton. As I stepped off the bus immediately trapped by three drill instructors screaming in my face, I knew I had made a grave mistake. My experiences at Camp Pendleton’s Devil Pups were some of the most challenging, yet rewarding life skills I have encountered. Upon arrival, I felt as though I didn’t belong, lacking the discipline, purpose, and physical strength that many of my peers had. However, Devil Pups taught me the value of perseverance and, as a result, has contributed to my transformation into the person I am today.
I’m a 24 year old sergeant in the United States Army, and I have been in this division for just under a year now. My division is the 501st infantry company, filled with some of the allied forces’ youngest, but most skilled, soldiers. My C.O., Captain Paul Metcalfe, leads the routine runs that every division is expected to complete. He was one of 17 British-born men in our platoon. The 501st was a small group, consisting of roughly 100 men, with five 20-man platoons.
Pop! Pop! Zoom! Whiz! I heard them and I heard them loud.
A day in the life of a Sniper in time of war: As dawn breaks among the trees, we set out. There are four of us. At one time we were seven. Three of my companions were killed when they shot us out of the sky. We were on a stealth mission to destroy a facility in North Korea.
Tyler had joined the military seven years back, and I hadn’t heard from him since. Normally, a forty-four year old shouldn’t be able to join the military, but due to the lack of soldiers applying, I was able to easily skip the physical and be sent to training. My wife said goodbye, muffling her tears as I drove myself to the military base, my horrific vision getting the job done. As I drove closer to the military base I could hear some sound, despite the small amount of activity in the Nevada desert.
One of the defining moments of BMT was being platoon IC, which helped to boost my level of confidence and be more outspoken than before. It also helped me to understand how essential communication and passing down of messages are, in a platoon. The Basic Trainfire Package was another defining moment of BMT as it was quite interesting to be given the opportunity to fire live rounds for the 2nd time with the 1st when I was a NCC Cadet. Being able to shoot down all the figure 15 targets to me was an achievement and yet again, we had a lot time to talk and
I could not believe that a simple island person was now known by so numerous persons in Afghanistan, I was known as the Base Mayor. I had effectively helped create a kinder environment in a war zone. A year was now gone by and it was my time to leave