You, This is Me... Adjust Fire, Over
|Imagine, if you will... sitting in a classroom, where you are receiving a class on how to bring "kinetic effects" (horrible fiery whoop-ass of hot steel and fire) on the enemy using Army Mortars, Field Artillery and Army and/or Marine Corps Aviation assets. Sounds like an interesting class at face value... doesn't it? WRONG!|
Imagine that same class instructed by Ben Stein. You know, Bueller... Bueller... and while the individual teaching the class is droning on and on in a monotone voice, you also had the white noise of about 10 racks of servers to lull you into a catatonic state... caffeinated beverages do no good... nothing can stop the droning. That was the first half of Monday. The second half was better. We went to a simulator to actually call for fire. That was fun and interesting. I killed some tanks in the open and destroyed a house (on purpose there were bad guys in it.)
Later I went to the gym with High-Speed and the boys (still trying to come up with names for folks). They've been hitting the gym hard and taking all the magic snake oils and such. I held my own and felt good about it.
This morning, we hit the gym again.(See Doc's blog for the interesting conversation on the way there) I am quite sore. Later on we had drivers training. We learned methods of towing an up-armored hummer and how to change a tire. I used all of my skills attained during Operation Desert Storm for this. I'm not going to explain this. Some of you will get it... some won't.
I also learned that there is no room for a big and/or tall guy in an up-armored hummer. I had my IBA and a whole bunch of pouches with ammo and first aid stuff and I barely fit in the seat. The Army has got to get something to replace the hummer ASAP.
I'm counting the minutes till I get on that plane to go home for Easter. 4 Days at home with my wife and little girl cannot get here soon enough.