I'm away from the internet

Just a note to let you know that I am doing okay but cannot post many blog entries right now. We have moved from our CHUs to tents. As a result, our internet connection had to be disabled. It is pretty hard to add to this blog because of it but I will add several entries soon.

Take care.

SABER 02,
out.

TAJI and the Fun Haters

I’ve mentioned Taji a number of times. Here are just a few things about it. Taji is a Coalition Force (CF) base that is north of Baghdad. Taji is huge. Right now it is one of the larger CF bases in the country both in size and occupants. Tenants there are Iraqi Security forces, Air Force (U.S. and Iraqi), U.S. Army, civilians and the list goes on. There is an air strip, several dining facilities, housing for thousands and they are building a new prison for Iraq. There is lots of activity going on there. When we do eventually leave Iraq Taji will once again be a huge hub of Iraqi military and security force activity.

Infant Taji:
You may recall that when the CF (Coalition Forces) entered Baghdad in 2003 the Iraqi military basically dissolved. They just quit fighting and went away. Well, Taji was a huge Iraqi military base at the time and it fell into CF hands. Of course we blew a few things up before we went in but basically we went in and took it over.

Fast forward to April 2004 when I first went there. I was still in awe at just having living through a trip through Baghdad when I first saw Taji. Run down buildings, roofs with bomb holes in them and piles of metal just about everywhere. Oh, and it stunk…smelled like burning trash and oily dirt. I stayed there a few weeks before I moved to a FOB (Forward Operating Base). Taji also has the dubious honor of being the location of my first eye-witness mortar attack. Ahhhhh, what a twisted memory to have of a place.

Adolescent Taji:
Things were very primitive in Taji’s early days. Electricity was scarce, inhabitable buildings were scarce as well but as U.S. and CF personnel rotated through there things improved. Our PX moved from an old warehouse to a decent steel building. Dining facilities were built (there are 3 or 4 now), motor pools improved and the list goes on and on. It has become a crowded, dirty base. It’s nice to visit but I wouldn’t want to live there.
One unique part of Taji is the armor graveyard. After the initial push of the war the discarded and bombarded tanks, artillery pieces and instruments of war had to be put somewhere. Taji evidently seemed like a good place for a dump so the armor was dumped. You can drive by the boneyard of Iraqi armor and pass literally hundreds, if not thousands of rusting metal hulks. Of course, when fronted with such an incredible sight, what is a G.I. going to do? Spray paint a message on it and take a picture. When I was there I only took the picture because I didn’t have paint and there is hardly any room for more graffiti.

Teenage Taji:
Of course, the true measure to quality of life of any military post is how good the PX is and how many franchise eateries there are. As I mentioned, the PX is pretty decent. Taji has Pizza Hut, Subway, Burger King and the real measure of how much of a ‘soft spot Taji has become is the addition of a Cinnabon franchise. Yeah, Cinnabon…just what a soldier who doesn’t do enough PT needs….sweet, fatty pastries.

One final measure of where the war is at is the anal-retentiveness that has increased over the years. Taji is pogueville (a pogue is a rear-echelon weenie who doesn’t fight or go outside the wire…combat arms guys like myself have several not-so-flattering terms for these pogues). The king of pogues is the Pogue CSM (Command Sergeant Major).

Now, I have great respect for most CSMs. They are often the most squared away, tough soldier you will ever find. They have a job to do which is important…looking out for the welfare of soldiers and enforcing the Army’s standards. I have no beef with these warriors but Taji (and other large posts such as Adder) have a very large population of CSMs with a flare for pogueness and they have too much time on their hands. These senior NCOs and their pogue underlings are also known as ‘fun haters.’

The P-CSMs are known for constantly enforcing standards that don’t really fit in a war environment. As the rockets and bullets have decreased, the P-CSMs have increased their haranguing of soldiers who’s drip pans aren’t under their vehicles, aren’t wearing reflective belts with their PT uniforms, aren’t saluting every officer they pass and, in-general, aren’t behaving in a professional pogue-ish military manner. The Pogue CSMs are just a pain-in-the ass. They’ve nailed me for a few things that I was guilty of but….ahhhh.

Truckstop Taji:
Anyway…back to Taji. Our Squadron escorts vehicles to there every night. We bring up the full trucks. Sleep, eat, refuel, then take the empty trucks back the next night. It’s what we do. Taji must have its fuel, spare parts, reflective belts and cinnamon roll ingredients. The P-CSM must have his sweet, fatty pastries.

SABER 02
Out.

Taking Amtrak to Taji

Our crew made it back from Taji. Taji is a huge operating base that lies just north of Baghdad. I’ll write more about it in another entry.

This was one of my last trips north because my unit is getting short. A couple of us have been wanting to get back on the road for a few weeks so we pulled a Nike and just did it. The team went with was Bandito 16, they are a convoy security company based out of Magnolia Arkansas. Bandito 16 is a pretty good collection of very capable soldiers. Their six original vehicles had the internal call signs of “RICKY BOBBY”, “CARNY”, “5-O” (the TC is a real-world police officer), “MINNIE”, “SEX PANTHER”, and “REHAB”. Obviously there is a draw to Will Farrell movies for these guys. They gave my truck the call sign of “AMTRAK”. That’s because two of my crew are Captains and since our ranks look like railroad tracks….well, there you go.

The crew of the Amtrak:

DRIVER: Staff Sergeant Shannon Eichenseer. Shannon is from Cattaraugus, New York (South of Buffalo). She normally works in our Brigade Headquarters Intelligence Section but I’ve been trying to take her out on the road for months so she can better understand the mission she supports. She finally broke free long enough to be the driver of a 40,000 pound MRAP. She and I got licensed on the vehicle just so we could go on this trip.

TC—TACTICAL VEHICLE COMMANDER: Captain Marcus Pierce from North Little Rock, AR. Marc is normally my Squadron’s Signal officer…the guy who manages all things communications-wise to include computers and radios. Marc is an avid runner (his running blog is http://runaddict.wordpress.com/2008/02/10/gi-blues-and-a-runner-reborn/ ) Marc served in the right seat as the TC and he handled all the radio business.

GUNNER: I got to do something I’ve always wanted to do….gun. I.e. the guy that pokes his head out of the top. So, Captain Lynch got to do what a Specialist or Private normally does....man an M240B machine gun for the 9 hour mission. I was the guy who operated the turret and kept the vehicle in a fighting posture for the duration of the trip. I also had the best view.

PCC/PCI (pre-combat checks and inspections): We did the normal pre-combat checks the night before the convoy rolled out. Nothing spectacular: we got the radios ready, the truck stocked with water and fuel, and made sure the vehicles and weapons were ready for a long road trip. Then we stocked up on sleep. Driving all night means having a good night’s rest.

The day of the trip we attended the Operations and Intelligence brief. This is where the crews get their latest information about road conditions, weather, and enemy activity on our routes. I’m usually on the giving end of the brief. Today I was the audience along with three other convoys going out that night . After the Intel dump we went to the staging lanes where we conduct our final PCCs/PCIs before we hit the road.
I’d like to tell you some exciting story about the journey north but it was pretty uneventful. After we linked-up with the vehicles we were escorting we pointed north and drove….and drove….and drove. We left in the afternoon and arrived at Taji in the middle of the night. Overall it was a 9 hour drive in the dark with nothing significant to report. We like it that way but it does get boring.
We spent the next day at Taji and slept, visited a couple of friends stationed there and then put the convoy back together again for the return trip south. Once again, we pointed towards COB Adder which was south and drove….and drove….and drove.

One thing you learn is how to stay awake. These convoys are about 4 miles long. We drive at speeds that vary between slow and much slower. Slow so we can find IEDs (you can’t outrun them). Staying awake is a team effort. In most cases it just involves conversation among the crew of a vehicle. We talked about everything from the election to our boss to what we would do when we get home….you name it…we talked about it.

At the end of the trip the sun was barely up and we were smoked but there was one last thing to do….eat. I don’t normally eat breakfast in the chow hall but at the end of a night of driving and staying awake a trooper gets hungry. We drove the vehicle to the chow hall and marched our stubbly faces to the dining facility and proceeded to eat an Army breakfast. Afterward we secured our weapons and vehicle for the day and proceeded to sleep. And sleep I did. Rock-type sleep…the reward for 3 long days of delivering gas and groceries.

Well, that’s a convoy. 600 miles, 3 days, no incidents. I’ve done it 6 times so far. Our regular escort teams do it once every 5 days. Escorting convoys is our primary mission and it’s what we have done every day since my Squadron has been in-country. This might have been my last mission through Baghdad ever. We’ll see about that. If I never see it again I will be okay but if I do….well, at least I know the way.

SABER 02,

Out.

More Rough Men

Here are a few more pictures of our various mascots in the ITO (Iraqi Theater of Operations)...

Barton, this one is for you:

Have a great week...and get more cow bell.

SABER 02,

out.

Happy Anniversary

Happy Anniversary.

Today marks another one. Another one I have missed. It’s one of those things that we’ve never really got too wrapped up about. I mean, being home on an anniversary is nice. But being absent from one is nothing new.

This is 16. Of the sixteen I think I’ve been gone 5 of them. You’ve always been understanding and I really appreciate that. One of the many things we miss when we are overseas are all the special days. The birthdays, anniversaries, celebrations and holidays. We miss them a lot but we never forget them. As always, I’ll try to make up for it when I get home.

One more major holiday away from home and then I’ll be on my way home.
I Love you and I miss you.

Happy Anniversary Sherrie.

Love,
Joel

Veteran's Day

"Where do we get such men? Where do we get such men who are willing to sacrifice all they have in service to their country?"

---James Michener

(to view a larger version of these panels just click on them)

I used to think of Veterans as a group of old men who were once in the Army. Now that I am one, and I serve with so many young Americans abroad I have a different view. Veterans, young and old, men and women, have put on the uniform of our country and voluntarily served all over the world in conditions that cannot adequately be described....and we come back multiple times to do it again.

Veteran's day comes and goes. Take a minute to think what others have done to make this a free and strong country. For the Veterans that I have the honor to serve with, I am sharing with you their faces and names. They are all truly great Americans.

A Salute on this
Veteran's Day!

SABER 02,
out.

Getting Around: The Victors

Life on COB Adder involves a lot of getting around the COB. Our living areas are a pretty good hike from the PX , our motor pools, headquarters building and our chow hall. Getting from one place to another can be somewhat of a pain unless you are one of the lucky few that has transportation.
Back home most of us have cars or trucks that we can get in anytime we like. Its something unique to Americans to have so many sets of wheels on demand. Here in Iraq few of us have that luxury. Usually someone whose job requires a vehicle or if their rank is high enough to warrant one actually gets a 'Victor'.

Let me address nomenclature right now. In typical Army fashion we have abbreviated and slanganated terminology to describe the various forms of transportation. Let me explain. A Victor is a vehicle. Victor is the phonetic word for the letter V. V is short for Vehicle, translated to Army-nese it is ‘Victor.’ That’s really more confusing and not any shorter than saying vehicle but we are mostly guys and it sounds cool so anytime we see a car on the road we say, “there is a Victor on the road.” Don’t try to understand it, just accept it. Its just the way we are.

More, less-confusing terms: The NTV is a non-tactical vehicle (a pickup or SUV). A Tactical Vehicle is the heavier armored vehicle we use on combat missions. A few of the TAC-Vs are the MRAP (Mine Resistant Ambush Protected), the ASV (Armored Security Vehicle) and the famous HUMM-V (the work horse of the bunch).
We have “FOB Runners” that are old Humm-Vs not adequately armored for missions. There are Rangers or ATVs (like you see off-road or at the deer camp). Our ‘public transportation’ consists of Scooby-busses (bigger than a van but smaller than a full size bus). And there are a host of others but those mentioned are generally what we use.

For those who walk we have LPCs…Leather Personnel Carriers (otherwise known as shoes).

Okay…enough terminology.

You average Iraqi doesn’t have a car. There are lots of vehicles here but usually a family in the city will have one. Rarely does a family have two or more. Most Iraqi citizens rely on taxis, buses or feet. They are not as mobile as Americans. Most of everything an Iraqi citizen needs is in their neighborhood and their families aren’t as spread out as our American families are so the need for vehicles is not as great.
Here in southern Iraq transportation often involves a tractor, a donkey or a camel. More often than not they get around on a good old fashioned pair of sandals (LPCs). Dirty feet are the norm.

Back to Adder...

We have a bus system that is operated by KBR (the contracting company that provides logistical support for us). The KBR busses are what we call ‘Scooby Busses.” These Scoobies run along routes throughout Adder. Their times vary. Their seats are small but it beats walking…usually. The bus routes can be frustrating because there isn’t a set time for them to arrive at a bus stop. We often have to wait 20 or 30 minutes for a ride.
Guys who have an assigned tactical vehicle use them to run around Adder. Its not always easy because these victors are cumbersome but once again…it beats walking.

Other forms of getting around involve bicycles (I have one) ATVs or Polaris Rangers and a variety of small European style vehicles.

If the mission requires it we will walk a dozen miles with a pack on our back in full gear. We are trained to do it and we do it well. But, when the mission doesn’t require it and we just want to get to the chow hall, by golly we are gonna wait for the Scooby or maybe hitch a ride on a camel. It beats walkin’.

SABER 02
Out.

Heading North...again

I’ll be on the road again this week. Ill be heading to Taji, one of the large bases that is just north of Baghdad. We go there all the time. Even though it’s not a new destination, every mission is unique in some way. The pictures here are soldiers preparing for the mission.

For those who have just starting keeping up with this blog let me explain what it is I do. I am part of a Cavalry Squadron whose mission is to escort logistics convoys in Iraq. Usually we escort 30 or 40 semis full of parts, fuel, supplies and various other things to support the coalition forces based in and around Baghdad.

These missions last for several days and span a few hundred miles. If you total all of the miles that our trucks have driven since we got here in April we’ve driven over 1,500,000 miles. That’s a lot of driving.

Before a mission, extensive preparations are done. Then those preparations are checked. In Armyspeak we call it PCCs (Pre-Combat Checks) and PCIs (Pre-Combat Inspections). We load and prepare everything we take such as weapons, ammo, radios, ice chests, trucks and, of course, soldiers.

These PCCs follow a rigid standard. Every soldier has a certain amount of ammo. Each has a first aid kit attached in a specific place. Radios have predetermined frequencies. Weapons have a standard load of ammo and a place to store it. All of this is the result of years of experience and training.
I’ll write you about the journey north from COB Adder through Baghdad when I get back. We’ve literally done this mission hundreds of times. Most are uneventful but we prepare for the worst just in case. The worst I have experienced is a flat tire…in fact it seems to be my running them. I’ve had two flat tires in the middle of the night. No fun but it hasn’t been too bad.

One reader suggested that I make a can of Fix-A-Flat part of my standard combat load. I’ll see if the Army will buy me a case. Until then…pass me the jack.

SABER 02
Out.

Leaders

"The supreme quality for leadership is unquestionably integrity. Without it, no real success is possible, no matter whether it is on a section gang, a football field, in an army, or in an office."

---Dwight David Eisenhower

Ok, it is time to vote…so go do it. I’ve seen a lot of media stories about the presidential race. Who’s ahead. Who made the gaff of the day. Which candidate is qualified to be president and for what reasons. I think we’ve all seen our share of stories.

Voting absentee has been a huge push over here. We have all had the opportunity. Some exercise their right to vote. Others are more complacent to do nothing. I am our Squadron's voting assistance officer which means its my job to make sure all soldiers are aware of and get assistance with voting. My vote was cast in late September. If you have loved ones overseas and they didn't vote it was because they chose not to.

Who should you vote for? I serve in a business where leadership is a way of life. Everyone in the Army is a leader and a follower on some level. Every soldier trains to be in charge or to follow someone who is. Soldiers can’t escape the responsibility and most of us who willingly put on the uniform don’t try to.

Voting for your President is really a rare event. Think about it. When was the last time you had a say in who your boss would be…who would be your teacher…who would head your organization? I’ve never had a vote in who my commander was. Whomever was put in charge of my unit I supported. Its what we do.

There are many characteristics of a good leader. No one thing makes a person good when he is in charge. It’s a combination of many things. He* (or she) must care for those who he is in charge of. He must have vision and manage priorities. He must be willing to lead. He must be willing to follow. Any leader who serves himself is not a leader, he’s just the guy in charge. It’s no fun working for that guy and at the end of the day the organization goes nowhere.

One thing our media has created is a zero tolerance environment where anyone who makes the slightest mistake is blasted. Thank you Mister Olberman (sarcasm). The media leads us to believe that we can find a perfect person to be our leader. No such man or woman exists. Quit looking for them. Just look for the best one.

Over the years I have had the privilege of serving with many fine leaders. Some are better in combat operations, some in training, some in a day to day environment. No one person is the perfect leader in all situations. You have to look for many qualities and see what you value most. That person gets your vote. Then we have to support them and work together. A house divided cannot stand…right? Lincoln was onto something.

Look for the best candidate for you. Cast your vote. And when the results are in our jobs begin again. We must work together and support the country no matter who wins. “He’s not my President, I didn’t vote for him” is an extremely divisive statement. Don’t be a hater. Support your country. If you aren’t happy with it, try to do something positive to change it.

SABER 02
out.

*I use he for most of this entry but ‘she’ is interchangeable. Women and men are equally capable of being good leaders.

One Child At A Time

I’m stepping back from this entry. We have a Squadron publication called SABERS SENTINEL. It’s filled with stories about soldiers in our units and what they’ve been doing. It is edited by Sergeant Rick Fahr, a very talented and likeable, real-world newspaper editor. He works with Sergeant First Class Tammy Treat, another talented photographer and writer. I’m using (with permission) one of their stories. Its about our soldiers volunteering in an Iraqi burn clinic. Its an incredible story.


One child at a time
Troops making difference at Iraqi burn clinic

By Sgt. Rick Fahr
1-151st Cavalry Regiment
Photos by Sgt. 1st Class Tammy Treat


SCANIA, Iraq — YaYa sits quietly on the table. A flowered plastic band holds back her black hair, revealing a smile that only a child’s heart musters. YaYa’s sparkle grows for a moment as a Soldier walks toward, but then she notices the tweezers and the scrub brush. Remembering, she turns grim. The next half hour will bring excruciating pain. There will be candy and perhaps a toy later, but the pain comes first.


Sgt. 1st Class Stanley Krupsky smiles as he reaches out to welcome YaYa back. The girl’s hand finds his shoulder. She is ready. YaYa cries as the Soldier peels and scrubs away the dead skin. She muffles her screams, and Krupsky turns away more than once.
He hates to hurt the girl, but he has no choice.
“I know it hurts, but it’s got to be done.”
Krupsky, a convoy escort team commander for Charlie Troop, 1st Squadron, 151st Cavalry Regiment, 39th Infantry Brigade Combat Team of the Arkansas Army National Guard, is helping YaYa recover from burns suffered in a fire more than a month ago.


Two of her family members died from their wounds, and two others travel with their grandmother three days a week to Scania, to a free burn clinic where Soldiers from Charlie Troop and other units volunteer.
Most of the patients are children who have suffered horrific burns, their arms and legs blistered and raw. Krupsky and the Troops in his team rearrange their mission schedules, sacrificing what little off time they might otherwise have between missions, to spend a few hours
at the clinic. They do what they can to help the children and leave them with a smile — candy and toys the Soldiers buy at the post exchanges or receive in the mail.
“We just do what we can to help,” Krupsky, of Oregon, said. Staff Sgt. Mark Kellogg, senior medic for Charlie Troop, explained that the Soldiers are fighting infections in the severe burns.
They remove damaged skin in and around the burned areas and dress the wounds, directing the patients’ parent or guardian to repeat the process several times a week.
“We let it heal from the inside out,” he
said, noting that the process can take several months. Troops who volunteer to help receive a
crash course in procedures, Kellogg said, and the available medics oversee all the work.
Their work often involves seeing the agony on the faces of their young patients. Sgt. 1st Class Tammy Treat of North Carolina recalled one child who violently resisted help.“She was hitting herself in the face and trying to bite her mother’s hands. Even with the child in so much pain, the mother was smiling so big because she knew we were helping,” Treat explained.

Though many of the Troops who volunteer at the clinic have only limited medical training, they have ample desire to help.
“I’ve got four kids, and when you hear about something like that happening to kids and you are
away from your own, it’s a way of trying to keep in touch with yourself, doing something for
somebody aside from yourself. It gives you a good feeling,” said Spec. Ronald Branum, a Virginia resident who joined the unit several months ago.
That feeling of accomplishment resonates throughout the team.
“It’s nice to be able to give back to the kids, especially when you see how messed
up some of them are,” noted Sgt. Shea Lindsey.
Spec. Courtland Walker agreed.
“You think about your own kids in that situation, so you just want to help them however you can,” he said.
Walker said that after leaving the clinic to continue the team’s convoy escort
missions he reflects on what he sees and hears and feels.
“You have to take that one deep breath, but afterward you think that they are gonna be all right, and you feel good about yourself,” he commented. “You just wish you could stay longer and help more.”

Sgt. Kevin Jackson said he hoped that the benefits of the Troops’ work at the clinic go beyond the children who recover. “It shows them we are here for more than to just fight a war. It shows them we are here to help.”
Branum suggested the relationships built through the clinic are bearing positive fruit.
“The community knows we are there helping, and they are gonna tell people.”

These soldiers are incredible people.

SABER 02,
Out.

Rough Men Stand Ready

"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf." ---George Orwell


Everybody has an image of themselves. Think about it. You may see yourself as a smart, educated person…a poindexter type. Maybe you are the rough outdoorsy type. You may be the soft, cuddly ‘kitten’ type. Or you may just look in the mirror and see something else. We (the Army) see ourselves in many different ways. Usually those ways are a little rough around the edges, it involves a weapon of some sort and, in many cases, we see a scary creature.




After all, an effective Army isn’t made up of kittens, puppys and little chickens. We think an effective army is better staffed by Knights, Monsters, muscled up masked thingys and other scary sorts. We call ourselves ‘Commandos,’ ‘Copperheads,’ ‘Banditos’ and ‘Berserkers.’ Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! Save the powder puff stuff for the cheerleading

competitions. Send your Desperados to Iraq.



Your Army is a practical Army. We have to be since we deploy in the most ugly, God-awful locations. So, when we stop somewhere and stay awhile, such as at places like COB ADDER, we start to make things better. We paint rocks....line them up and call it ‘Improving our foxhole.” When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, right? Well, KBR is fresh out of lemons but they have provided us with a few thousand concrete barriers. They come in all shapes and sizes and paint adheres to them very well.


So, in an effort to improve our foxhole we paint those rocks and make these inanimate objects serve multiple purposes. One of my favorite Armyisms is to turn them into motivational artwork. There are literally thousands of these painted barriers all over Iraq. They not only provide protection (their intended purpose) but they are esprit de corps builders. If you could paint testosterone, these barriers are what it would look like.

The barriers also serve as a historical record of sorts. Its evidence that a unit has been somewhere. Everybody comes and goes to Iraq through Kuwait, therefore, Kuwait is littered with these barriers. Go to any Army installation in the world and somewhere you will see something scary painted on a wall. It’s just the way we are.

We are YOUR army. You don’t need to be scared of us but the bad guys should be.

So, sleep peaceably in your beds tonight because we stand ready.


And we’ve painted a few thousand rocks to let you know it.


SABER 02
out.

CLS: Sticking It To A Buddy

Last week about 40 of us received medical training in the Combat Lifesaver course. Combat Lifesaver (CLS) is a level of medical training that is somewhat advanced but not as medically educated as a Medic.
Since the American Civil War, combat medicine has advanced by light years. Back then if a soldier was shot, there was a really good chance he would have that leg or arm amputated or he would die from infection. Since then the Army has made a concentrated effort to improve the chances of surviving battlefield injuries.

Your U.S. Army is one of the few, if not the only, country in the world that actually dedicates helicopters and vehicles to serve as ambulances so casualties can be evacuated quickly. We train a great number of soldiers in advanced trauma care. And we have the most advanced aid stations and combat hospitals in the world. Our Surgeons are real Surgeons and our Doctors are practicing Doctors. It’s something our country takes for granted but your soldiers are the best cared for troops in the world. Very few soldiers actually die from wounds sustained in combat. Think about it. In 5 years of a very violent war just over 4,000 have been killed. That is very tragic but without this kind of care the numbers would be much higher.

CLS is part of that. Every soldier learns a certain amount of first aid training in basic training. The basic first aid training amounts to how to stop bleeding, patch a hole, and stabilize a patient. That’s already more than some countries train soldiers. At CLS we learn those skills plus how to assist breathing, apply special bandages, dressings and splints and a few other tricks. Additionally, we learn to use some specialized tubes and needles that helps a wounded soldier breath.

In a nutshell, we learn how to take a serverely wounded soldier, patch him, stabilize him and care for him until he can be evacuated to higher level of treatment.
Most people have heard of the Army’s Medics, right? The Navy and Marines call them Corpsmen. Medics are very highly trained soldiers. They actually go to schools that are months long to learn field medicine. Many of them are EMTs, work in hospitals back home or are going to school to get nursing or medical degrees. These guys and gals are sharp.
Every convoy we send out has to have at least one medic with his/her aid bag. The aid bag has all kinds of dressings, bandages, tubes, patches, tapes, splints, saline bags, etc, etc. It’s their equivalent of the old time Doctors Black bag but this thing weighs about 40 pounds.
When Medics are assigned to a Convoy Escort Team (CET) they get to know the soldiers they are responsible for. After awhile they form a bond. You know they are getting tight when their soldiers start referring to them as DOC. I once worked with a Medic that I noticed was having a really good day. He was all happy and smiling. I asked him, “How’s it going?”
He said, “Great, my boys just called me Doc.” He was really proud that day. And he was a damn good Medic so I know he deserved it. The Medics get very protective of their platoons and CETS. Its really a wonderful thing to see. I’ve seen some of these guys performing very traumatizing feats under incredible pressure and they do it so well. They have my trust.

Back to CLS….The Medics are the ones who teach the course. One of the final things we learn is the stick. That is, properly inserting an IV needle into another person’s arm. It is a bit unnerving and it’s the last thing the course tests. We all have about 4 days to anticipate this. It is very unnatural, and in most cases illegal, to stick something foreign into another person.
Well, on the last day we summon up the courage and stick another person in the class. You find a vein, prepare it, watch the other person get really nervous, then insert it. Its really simple and relatively painless (or not very painful). We all survive. Some of us still have bruises on our arms to prove it, but we’ve completed the task to become a certified Combat Lifesaver. We aren’t Marcus Welby or Hawkeye Pierce…but in our own small way we medically proficient.

Hopefully we will never have to use our newly-learned skills, but if we do have to…there are plenty of us around to help each other out.

SABER 02
Out.

Combat Lifesaver Class shots

Medical training is a big thing for soldiers serving in forward areas. You never know when you are going to want someone with medical knowledge that goes beyond Motrin and band-aids. Here are a few pictures from a class I recently attended. Ill tell you more about it and Army Medics next time.





(Top) All eyes are on the needle in SSG Ben Wood's hands.

(Left) SSG Wood's prepares to 'stick' SPC Middleton.

(Below) Three Amigos. The contents of a saline bag are delivered to the patient.






SGT Foster, a Combat Medic instructs decompressing a
Tension Pneumothorax.


These experienced Medics know their stuff. I'll let you know how an old Infantry Officer did in their class in my next entry.

SABER 02
Out.