From the Soldier side: I just looked at one of my new/favorite blogs - http://www.castrapraetoria1.blogspot.com/ which is written by a Marine 1st Sergeant. For those of you who know what a First Sergeant is, good...for the rest of you, I'm not going to explain right now....but go look up "God" in the dictionary and that should explain them.
Top's (we call 1st Sergeant's "Top" with the utmost respect because they are the top sergeant. After First Sergeant comes Sergeant Major---Sergeant Majors serve no useful purpose that I know of in the US Army.)
But, back on track...his post reminded me of our travels to both Bosnia and Iraq. The problem with going with the National Guard is....most regular forces just assume we are retarded or something...and we usually have some leaders who do everything they can to prove them correct. But, I want to tell you about our trip home from Iraq. It should have been one of the best moments in our life, but there were those who's job was to make it torture.
If you've read my past post, you'll remember that when my Guard unit got to Kuwait, a bunch of us Bosnia Vets were given to a Regular Army Battalion. This had good and bad points. The good points were we didn't have to stay with some really dumb ass leaders, but got to go work for some semi dumb ass leaders.
At the end of the deployment, when it was time to fly away, we re-joined our home unit in Baghdad. There were some soldiers we had missed, but I made sure the command knew that we cared little for them. We were almost left out of everything just trying to leave Iraq!
We did all the hurry up and wait stuff, but the Air Force flyjockies really wanted to leave Iraq, so they didn't waste much time getting out of there. ...on one of them new fangaled C-17 jobs...nice and fast and better than the C-130 I had been on so many times before. It landed us in Kuwait and there they started "Operation We Don't Trust You."
To be Cont.