I had the privilege of being the German liaison during the offensive of our exercise. I rode in their super cool “Fox” vehicle. When we completed the mission my comrades gave me this patch meaning “warrior princess”. 9 nations and over 5,000 troops conducted the most intense training I’ve ever done in my career. So proud with how hard my platoon worked! #remembereveryonedeployed#warriorprincess#nato
Over the course of two deployments to Iraq I came into contact with a lot of Iraqi people. Some were indifferent, some were genuinely happy we were there, there were even a few who were apoplectic. The indifferent people were a pain, but you could deal with them. Then there were the ones that left you feeling like you had just seen true evil. Those, you could only kill, or make disappear down a deep dark hole and hope they never saw the light of day.
It’s the eyes I remember most. That deep intent stare, devoid of any semblance of compassion. Half of their buddies could be dead in a room around them and they could be lying in a pool of their own blood and they’re glaring at you. These are the ones you knew would try to grenade you if you tried to offer assistance. These are the ones who wouldn’t bat an eyelash at civilian casualties, even welcomed them.
If seeing these men and some women was terrifying, it’s nothing compared to what they did. Power drills through knees. Slashed Achilles tendons (you’ll effectively never walk properly again). Sadistic tortures that I don’t want to describe. For me the one that left me feeling violently ill was when a mother described how one militia or another dragged her son into a courtyard covered him in gas and lit him on fire. I treated that poor boy months later and if I had to guess, he probably didn’t survive the year. He was in horrible agony when I saw him. What ate at me was there was literally nothing I could do to help him.
Men and women were abducted for minor or nonexistent offenses later to be found as random bodies missing their heads. Bodies dumped in sewers to simply rot away. It was even worse when you know Islamic laws regarding burial. These people wanted their victims not just to suffer in life, but in eternity. They inflicted on their families the further torment of never knowing what happened to their loved ones.
I tell you this, my fellow citizens, to inject some calm into your social media diatribes. Even though you may have no respect for your political opponent, you don’t in fact hate them. You don’t truly know what hate is, and you should be thankful for that.
Thank God for Oscar Mike! I have a job interview, yes I said interview... I know I haven’t worked in 12 years, but what the hell. Anyway I literally have nothing to wear for an interview. So as I’m digging through the closet I come across what I wore to the Oscar Mike Ball back in October!! #redtie#weareoscarmike#wishmeluck #remembereveryonedeployed@weareoscarmike
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These gentlemen have deployed to most austere places in the world. The terrain is unforgiving, the weather is harsh and each day holds uncertain events. We are proud to train these men deep in the valley of northeast Washington state. They are upholding our American values and protecting our children from the evil in this world. Remember everyone deployed! Check us out at www.austereprecision.com. #RLTW
Personal development isn't always a "Go get'em, no excuses, you can do it" kind of book. Sometimes it's a "Damn I'm grateful for everything that I have" kind of book. This man served with my brother and with MANY if not all of the 173rd brothers that I rucked with this weekend. I've never met Sal, but stories I've heard from Buddy and surrounding his Medal of Honor, has taught me that this man in incredibly humble. Something we all could strive to be a little more often in life.