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I am amazed at how well you healed.
This story kind of reminds me of a situation i found myself in, i had just ended my conscription in sweden, and my cold weather training saved my life once.
I was cought in the middle of nowere in the northern parts of sweden in a blizzard. About 80km from any town. (For anyone interested it was road 26 between mora and sveg)
I had been atending a school upp there but wanted to surprice my girlfriend at the time by an unanounced visit on valentines day morning 2011.
It was like 30 degrees below zero celsius and the windchill was brutal.
But i just jumped in the car and thought "whats the worst that could happen, the car never failed me before"
I stopped at the side of the road to take a piss. Mid stream i hear the engine stop, i thought "huh thats funny, never done that before."
And when the engine refused to start again i started to get realy annoyed.
But, i did what i had been trained to do, i doubled upp on pants and shirts, stuffed my jacket with a news paper i had laying around in the car and got a beanie and some gloves and sat there waiting. Trying to get a hold of anyone.
I called everyone in the book that i could possibly get to tow me back to school. But nobody was awake.
And walking 80km in those conditions were just out of the question.
The thing with cars in the winter is, they are great for getting out of the wind, but they become an ice box as soon as the engine is not supplying heat anymore,
So i had to go out of the car run for about 200m to get my heat upp the run back again and get in the car every 15-30 minutes or so..
But i kept calm and thought of the whole ordeal as mostly an annoyance, i dont realy think i was realy thinking of the kind of danger i was in. I was just pissed that my plans for valentines were ruined.
Anyways. About 6 ohurs go by, and i got towed in the end.
But my mother was furious at me. "Why did you not call the emergency services?! You could have died"
It hit me just then that yea... i could have. But all the cold weather training i had gotten in the military got me out of it alive.
And i just answered "oh... i never realy thought about it as an emergency"
XD im such a dumbass
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There is an essential aspect to being a Royal Marine which is summed up as the “Commando Spirit”. This is something akin to the Finnish “Sisu”. It means that when everything is at the darkest, most exhausting, most depressing and dangerous state that it can be, a Royal Marine is expected to laugh and cheer his mates up and crack on, even more so than when everything is fine. It is frequently this intangible attribute that determines which Royal Marine cadet passes out as the best of his course; the senior officers and NCOs hunt relentlessly to detect it and to praise and elevate it in the eyes of the whole training cadre. I think there’s something of that in the USMC, a sort of perverse pride in getting piss-wrapped and exhausted, not having the best equipment, being treated badly all-round (by foes and their own top brass alike) and yet still, STILL, somehow getting the job done and doing it laughing. It’s kind of like saying “fuck you, I chose this, so I decide when it’s done” to the whole world. That bloody mindedness to me is the essential quality that all Marines simply must possess and I’ve never met one who didn’t have that particular air about them. The real esprit de corps. You get that pride because you know that, not only does nobody else want to do what you do, nobody else CAN do what you do.
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In 1985, while in Basic Training, I was in our afternoon radio class. That morning we had been in Map Reading for about three hours. While on the line with the instructor, reading from our scripts to practice radio discipline, I called in a fire mission on my Drill Sergeant. The Drill Sergeant had me squat with my arms extended, holding my chair straight out in front of me, which as many of you know, can be quite painful after just a few minutes. While I was squatting and holding up my chair, the Radio instructor came up and complimented me on the accuracy of both my radio skills and my grid coordinates. He then set a can of Coke on the seat of my chair as a reward. After he walked off, the Drill Sergeant opened my Coke, drained it in one pull, crushed the can, and set it back on my now very wobbly chair. He said, "Thanks, trainee. I needed a cold drink. Hit me up after graduation to get it back. Heck, son, come on over to my house and I'll grill you a steak and loan you my wife, too. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
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When I was 5 years old, I asked my grandfather who fought against the Germans on the side of the USSR army, originally from Kherson, Ukraine (born 1910) to tell me stories from World War 2, he said that they were all terrible, but there is a funny one:
The battle was under Kharkov, Ukraine, after the end of the battle, a soldier ran up to us, without a lower jaw and tried to say something, we helped him, but he could not calm down and wanted to tell us something so badly, he was not horrified, but on the contrary, as if laughing, we gave him paper and a pencil, and he wrote down what happened.
After the end of the battle of heavy guns, he saw a single German that ran out of bullets in his rifle, but our soldier did not, he decided to engage him in hand-to-hand combat, he didn't want to kill him just like that, our soldier wanted to have a fight of honor. So he took off his boots and put them aside. Minutes later he killed the German, but he tore off his jaw in a fight with a German bayonet that was on the rifle. So when he turned to the place where his boots were, they were gone. Stolen! Although no one else was around! It was 3 meters away from the fighting site. So the soldier came to his comrads and was laughing his ass off that he lost his boots at a fight! Who could've stole it!? I was there, no one was around, it was a flat surface! Lol. The soldier was more worried about boots than the lost lower jaw, he said: "Well, it's winter, you can live without a jaw, but without boots I will also can lose my legs. So guys, never take off your boots at war".
Now, 28 years later, I have questions for my grandpa, why would he take off his boots in winter? Did he make it without a jaw? Sadly my grandpa died the same year at the age of 84.
Ryabchenko Anton Spiridonovich (born 1910) Kharkov, Ukraine. Colonel of the Military Construction Troops of the USSR. He built bridges and other structures for the transfer of military equipment and the population, and then undermined the bridges.
Also he told some other story when is old, he had his old heavy winter greatcoat which he wanted to exchange for a new, lighter one, but the old one saved his life.
When they built a crossing bridge to overtake Soviet military equipment and local residents, he stood on the bridge (the bridge had no railings), and waited until people pass through, they told loudly to everybody - first women, children, old people, and then men, but then some "Young Jew" man ran with women to cross the bridge without waiting his turn, this guy pushed my grandpa and he felt from the bridge. He remembers: - While falling, I thought that's it, what a stupid death, but bam! A tree branch caught me on my winter greatcoat (from the bottom, you can say the branch hooked me like under a skirt), the height was about 200-300 meters, I'm lucky I didn't change the heavier greatcoat to the light one.
His comrades lifted him up, but he only had a sprain on one arm and bruises on his butt, he was lucky he didn't got impalement on this branch. The guy who pushed him, I don’t know what they did to him, but my grandfather said that at that moment he understood what “sleeping on duty” means, you always need to be on the alert, even when “ours” are nearby. We still have this soviet greatcoat. Feels like it weights about 10 kg
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I was with the Aviation Combat Element of the 31st Marine Amphibious Unit when we executed Operation Eagle Pull , the evac of the US Embassy in Phnom Penh, Cambodia (which few Americans today seem to even know about). The Air Force flew in a group to do air control and we flew in about 400 Marines to do perimeter security The MSG was busy burning documents and money (one Marine told me that they burned hundreds of thousands and maybe millions of US currency). We flew CH53s from the USS Okinawa in to LZ Hotel where the diplomatic personnel and many Cambodians were delivered too, and we flew out and the Hancock flew in to start picking up the Marines on the perimeter of LZ Hotel., who had come under mortar fire. We had planned this operation for several months but as with so many things, a lot of adjustments had to be made on the fly. The Khmer Rouge over-ran the city in the days after that, and this was the beginning of the Killing Fields. The 31st then completed Frequent Wind, the evac of the SIagon embassy a few months later, but I had rotated back to the states and my next assignment was actually to the Marine Security Guard Battalion, but my class was canceled when the embassy in Saigon fell because suddenly they had plenty of Marine Security Guards with plenty of time left in the assignment (two year at the time, I don't know what it is today.) As I said, most Americans have zero knowledge about Eagle Pull but everyone knows about Frequent wind but Eagle Pull was kind of a good practice mission for the subsequent and more well known Operation Frequent Wind. Even though I was a part of this, at the time, I have a limited understanding of what was actually happening and the scope of the war happening all around me.
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As a US Army Veteran who was every kind of E-4 you described(Well, I ETSed as my Corporal paperwork was still pending) as well as being an E-4 platoon sergeant and E-4 tracked vehicle commander I'd like to weigh in on that person's situation.
He is intercourse up. Now, he did have help, his unit should have had a full layout upon return from deployment. So, that would be on his commander, platoon sergeant, and squad leader. But, if he was told to "leave gear behind" and did so, he should have been up everyone's butt in his chain of command about it, and that failure lays squarely on his shoulders. Everyone knows after the first time they do a layout in the Army that if you're missing something, it either needs to be replaced by you, or the money is coming out of your check.
All of that being said, this jack wagon is a Specialist. How does he not know if stuff is missing he is paying for it? And, most importantly, how can he be an E-4 and not know how to redistribute items to a source of better need?
So I am calling complete male cow droppings on all of this. It is extremely unlikely his unit did not do a full layout after deployment. It is extremely unlikely this Specialist did not know if he was missing stuff he would have to pay for it. It is also extremely unlikely he would not have replaced it BEFORE he has to turn his issued equipment to CIF because EVERYONE knows their ETS date. I cannot imagine how he could be so irresponsible as to NOT KNOW what gear he is missing in the first place. I also find it highly unlikely his Fire Team Leader, Squad Leader AND Platoon Sergeant were not aware of him missing equipment . . . unless he had pawned it.
Based on my experience, the real chain of events he is not telling is probably something like: he left his gear in Afghanistan as he was told. Did a lay out after the deployment. Got his missing gear replaced. Then sold, traded or pawned it, hence him missing training armor and not real armor. It is likely he was either involuntarily separated or medicalled out ahead of his expected ETS and was expecting to have more time to replace his gear. So instead of accepting personal responsibility for his actions, he is blaming others and flinging excrement all over the place to see what sticks in an attempt to weasel out of the consequences.
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