The whole time I was there I thought I was just another tabless bitch medic. About half the cats from Somalia were still there. I volunteered to go totally on a whim, and was there for about 6 months before I realized where I had landed. Talk about walking among giants!
Every day it was "You see that guy? Well, that is SGT so and so, and let me tell you what he
did..." I walked in as a civilian EMT and National Guard medic with 5 years under my belt, but I never really
knew my job until I was re-trained by the NCOs and Officers of the Ranger Regiment, and not just in the medical section. I learned more about being a soldier and NCO just by following behind the likes of Matt Eversman for 4 years and quietly watching them operate. The training and skills I learned during my time there serve me to this day by standing out among my peers that I work with.
I was telling my mentee that I am very jealous of the opportunity he has by starting out with the information and experience found here. Would I do it again? In a fucking New York minute! Would I do things exactly the same?.. Probabally not, but hindsight is 20/20, no? Would I have stayed in? Yeah, that is one that will eat at me for a long time. I was offered a desk job somewhere instead of medical discharge and turned it down for various reasons, none of them valid it turns out. No matter. As one door closes, one opens (at least that is what I tell my self..)
If nothing else, I know I was a tabless bitch, but even that
is looked up to by those who never were. When I look back and see what I had to do to get there and stay
there, I'm still amazed I did it.