-- The paradigm shift that occurred to me in Ranger school. At age 20, I went into it with a lot of bravado and confidence. It didn't take long for me to see how easy it was to get dropped or recycled; i.e. get an asshole RI and get a no-go, or slide off a ridge and get injured, or kneel on a thorn and get cellulitis, etc. Lesson: you are not invincible and there is plenty in life that you can not control.
-- My PSG while with 1/502, SFC Brady. By far, the best example of a soldier I have ever had the pleasure of serving with. I have never seen another come close to his professionalism, compassion, wisdom, and overall leadership.
-- Winning the CG matches (pistol) at Ft. Campbell in 1985. Cloud fucking nine.
-- My final jump which was at Ft. Richardson, AK. Night jump, snow covered DZ, and a full moon. The illum was amazing. My exit wasn't the best and I was twisted sideways. This enabled me to clearly see, peripherally, my fellow paratroopers exiting the ac behind me, one after the other, with the 130 streaming away. I can still see that image in my head 24 years later, and it still brings a smile to my face.
-- Hearing an explosion about 150 meters away and thinking to myself that it was way too close, and in the wrong direction, to be a VBIED. Then a second or less later, hearing the rockets of the other 107's as they passed over me, and then explode as they hit the compound. As I was running for cover, hearing the debris and shrapnel hitting the building, and thinking, "OK, this is getting serious."
Grunt
A co 1-502 10/84 - 12/85
CSCo 4-327 01/85 - 08/87
C co 1-17 09/87 - 02/88
RS Class 02-87
Hell's Bells... Another SL liked to smoke his privates and use the bells to metronome everyone up and down, in unison. Took a long time to get to the end of the song. I hated getting caught up in it.
Zonks... I came in early and spent over an hour setting out urban orienteering points all over main post only to get zonked. I looked at the 1SG and said I wished he'd have told me. I then had to go police up all the signs.
A Co & HHC 3/75 '93-'98.
RS 10-94.
200 meters of green shit next to a river in the desert does not qualify as a "Crescent of Fertility" -me
"The meek shall inherit the earth, one meter wide and two meters long" -Lazarus Long
HHC 4/64 AR '97-'99
HHC 1/75 RGR '99-'01
HHC 1/508 ABCT '01-'04
C co, HHC 2/1 IN '04-'07
C co, B co 1/24 IN '07-'11
D co 308th MI '12-'15
7th SFG(A) MICO '15-'18
C co 308th MI '18-Present
- Thinking that I can just stay sitting, I don't need to get up, I'll never see any of these guys again...on the call to stand up and hook up on my first jump in airborne school.
- Calling my mom after my first day in Battalion at 11:30 at night, drenched in sweat still, telling her I have no idea what I got myself into.
- Attending my first memorial service in Batt. (SSG Davis)
- Learning the hard way about the importance of doing proper PCI's.
"Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorius triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat."
-Theodore Roosevelt