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Life Lessons and Land Navigation

Last week the guys had their land navigation course. I was not jealous in the least. For some odd reason the thought of plowing my way through the overgrown brushes in the middle of “Nowhere,” Ft. Benning, just does not sound like a very fun time. Add to the fact that we are in the middle of a draught and it has been very hot, to say the least, and it is safe to say that this is most definitely not something on my “must do before I die” list. Even with the challenges of extreme heat, wild animals and rough terrain, they seemed to have done very well. Bryan told me yesterday that 4th platoon finished at 100% after a couple of guys went for their second try.

Of course when Mr. Hooah! said that he was learning land navigation the first thought that crossed my mind was “Thank you Army! Thank you for reaffirming in the mind of my husband that he never needs to stop and ask for directions!” I understand the importance of a soldier being able to navigate the land with nothing more than his senses, a compass and map, but it just doesn’t work when you are running late for the opera. He is pretty pumped about it though, and he came back from the field with a couple of really interesting stories.

I am not just a story teller, but I am story listener too. I especially love the stories of both my son and husband’s Army training. There is always something funny, something challenging and some little golden nugget of wisdom to be gained. I always like to recap their stories with a “and the lesson of the story is…” type ending. Well there were a few golden nuggets in the latest challenges that Bryan has worked himself through in OCS.

Land navigation is no stranger to Army service members. It is something that many have had to tackle at some point in their training. It’s not nearly as easy as people often assume it will be. I mean you are given a map and a compass, and you are sent out into an area that is contained — although it does have a sense of vastness to it due to the terrain and the occasional disorientation that can happen when it’s dark or when one gets lost.

After spending some time in the field being trained in techniques the testing time came. When Bryan’s time to be tested was up, he was sent out into the field with a compass, a map and 5 points on the map to stop in which to punch his card as proof of his success. He started at 0400 and had until 0900 to finish his task. 5 points in 5 hours. Sounds easy, doesn’t it? Bryan thought it did too, but he was not counting on getting lost and disoriented in the dark. I guess no one counts on those two things happening. You can be prepared, but there is no way to know exactly how things will actually pan out for you until you are facing the circumstances. He started out on his journey at 0400, and he came back a little wiser.

At 0500 Bryan is still wandering through the woods, and it was at this point that the only source of light he had went dead. It wasn’t much to begin with, but now he was in total darkness. His frustration is growing as he is still searching for that first point. He is rationalizing in his head that he needs to find that first point, so that he can journey onto the next. Where is it? Where is he? After another hour passes and the sun begins to shine a little he reorients himself, and finds a point that was not on his course, but it was on his map! Yeah! Houston, we have a glimmer of hope!

It was not long after reorienting himself that Mr. Hooah! was able to find his second point. My husband is a perfectionist. I thought I should mention this so that you all would know how painful it was for him to bypass point number 1 and find number 2 first. Within the course of the rest of the early morning he quickly found the next 3 points!

At this time we now have 4 points –5 is what is required, and it is required within the time frame given. No excuses and no mercy. It is do or die! So, being the perfectionist he is he decided to stick to it, go back, and find that first point. He was determined that when he crossed the finish line he would have all 5 points. Even if that meant not finishing on time. He was not going to give up. So, he went directly to the place that pinpointed his desired destination on the map, but still no point in sight. He was stumped and frustrated. So, he did a parameter search, and there it was! It was 200 meters from its location on the map! He found out later that he was the only one to find that particular point on the course - hence the second tries some had to go for this past weekend! He said at this exact time the clouds parted, a ray of bright sunshine appeared on the elusive point and he knew he was gazing upon the Holy Grail of land navigation! He could hear the angels singing!

He quickly punched his card, looked at his watch and began running as fast as his combat boots could take him. He knew he only had minutes to get back to base and clock in at the finish line. If he missed it by 1 second then he would be doing this again until he got it right. He saw the pavilion in the distance where his fellow soldiers were eating their breakfast. He ran faster. He heard hollers coming from the pavilion — hollers from his fellow soldiers, “RUN Shack!! RUN!!” The cheers made him run faster. He ran past the pavilion and saw a Sargent who looked at him and said “You’re too late!” Bryan was not about to give up at this point, so he breathlessly said “Yes Sargent!” and continued running. He ran right to the check in point. He was going to wait to see what they said, but his adrenaline was pumping and his mind was reeling. With what little breath he had left, he asked “Did I make it?” The reply was sweet. “Yes, you made it with a minute and a half to spare!”

I am pretty sure he heard the angels singing once again, and he knew that even though it was not done perfectly, it was done correctly! He had succeeded and had finished the course within the time that was given to him. It was now time to eat breakfast and rest!

The lessons I learned through hearing this story seem obvious to me, but they are worth repeating in a direct format, so here are the top 5 lessons I gleamed from Mr. Hooah!’s experience:

1. Never allow perfectionism to stand in the way of creative problem solving. If Bryan had given up until he found point 1 he would have failed for sure. He almost let his need to do it perfectly get in the way of him doing it well.

2. Never give up on the course set before you. Even if you think you have failed along the way you should always finish what you have started - even if you are not going to get the reward you were hoping for in the end!

3. Never take another person’s word that you have been defeated! If Bryan had responded to the Sargent’s discouraging words and had stopped running he would have failed instead of pass.

4. It is always easier to run when your friends are cheering you on, but you have to keep running in the face of discouraging words too.

5. Some days you are the runner, and some days you are the solider under the pavilion cheering on a comrade. Always remember to encourage one another since the race you are really running is, indeed, a team effort.

Bryan told me another story that had me laughing so hard I nearly cried. The story is great because it has some good life lessons in it as well. It is a story of creative problem solving and faith.

One of the soldiers got very lost on his navigation course. So much so, that he began to wander and he felt disoriented. He was feeling very tired, and as time went on the heat started rising. It was at this time that he saw an armadillo walking around the area. Siting there and watching the armadillo the soldier began to think to himself. “Hey! That armadillo lives around here. I bet he knows where he is going!” So, he found a little hope and stood up and started to follow the armadillo.

As he was following his new found friend, the young soldier began thinking back on the times that he had passed armadillos on the road. WAIT! That’s it! Armadillos love roads, right? Well, then it stands to reason that this armadillo loves roads too, right? Well that would mean that if I follow this armadillo long enough he will lead me to a road! So, with great enthusiasm and a new kindled hope, the young man followed the armadillo. You know what? You guessed it! That armadillo led him right to a road where he was able to reorient himself, get himself back on task and finish his course.

OK, so you are probably wondering what does an armadillo have to do with land navigation? My answer to that would be absolutely nothing! The lessons I learned from this soldier’s tale were based on faith, reason, and perseverance.

1. Instead of giving up he looked around him, and he used the only resource he felt he had left at that moment. The soldier was on the edge of giving up. He was hot, tired and discouraged, but he looked toward an unlikely resource. That took creativity and faith.

2. He used reason. Even if it was not the most sound thinking in retrospect, he was trying to think his way through a situation. He did not merely react, but was thinking and linking ideas the whole time.

3. He was using observation to help himself figure out what to do next. He remembered things about the armadillos he had observed in the past, and their characteristics.

4. Instead of sitting down, giving up and waiting for someone to find him eventually, he used a little faith and headed forward. He really did not know if this trick would work, but he took a calculated risk and it paid off.

5. He used some creative thinking and problem solving. Instead of seeing his compass and map as the only tools to use, he used a creative approach and it paid off for him in the long run.

With all of that said, please let me now leave you with this disclaimer:

Please, do not attempt to follow an armadillo if you are ever lost in the woods. This stunt was performed by a trained professional with good equipment, and could have disastrous results for amateur armadillo trackers.

Operation Lighting Hammer in Diyala ends

Operation Lightning Hammer in Diyala ends

(exceprted)

Fighting continues in Diyala as the Diyala River valley north of Baqubah is cleared

Iraqi and Coalition security forces have wrapped up Operation Lightning Hammer, a 12-day security operation designed to eject al Qaeda in Iraq from the Diyala River Valley north of the provincial capital of Baqubah. Launched on August 13, the same day as Operation Phantom Strike, the overarching security operation was announced, Lightning Hammer consisted of 10,000 US and 6,000 Iraqi security forces and aimed at the estimated 200 al Qaeda in Iraq operatives that were believed to have fled Baqubah for the regions north of the city. Twenty-six al Qaeda operatives were killed and 37 detained during the operation.

Ten weapons caches, six car bombs, and 22 roadside bombs were found and destroyed. US and Iraqi forces also gathered significant intelligence on al Qaeda’s operations and network in the region. “An al-Qaeda command post was discovered in the village of Shadia, and an al-Qaeda medical clinic was located in Qaryat Sunayjiyah,” Multinational Forces Iraq stated in a press release. “The command post, which was surrounded by fighting positions, contained bed space for 20 individuals, supply requests, records of munitions, a list of families supporting the element, a list of al-Qaeda members detained by Coalition Forces and other terrorist propaganda.”

From Fourth Rail (Roggio). CLICK for full article

Can you help Youssif?

(I found this story originally on RN)

I am not going to focus on the horror story behind Yousiff’s current medical needs. All I am going to tell you (if you have not already heard of this little child and his brave parents) is that he was attacked by masked terrorists and set on fire. It was purely an act of evil.

CNN did a story on Yousiff and his family. Considering the extent of Yousiff’s burns and the limited burn care available to him, he has pulled through the most critical phase of his treatment. He still needs more advanced care to aid him in the healing — the physical, mental and emotional.

When people read about this little withdrawn and very scared boy, who once had an infectious smile and loved playing outside, they wanted to know what to do to help. Well, there is now a way to do just that.

If you would like to donate toward Yousiff’s trip to the US and toward his medical care, please click this LINK and give what you are able to give. The link takes you to a donation page, and toward the bottom of the form you can make sure that your donation is going directly toward Yousiff’s care.

How-deeee!

I think I have mentioned in the past that I was born and raised in Arizona. In a very small town (well small at that time anyway) called Apache Junction. When my folks moved to AJ there was only one stop light, and maybe a lizard farm and a cactus juice stand. Seriously, the only thing that crossed the streets in droves were tumble weeds. Well AJ has grown up a lot over the years, and now it is really just a continuation of Phoenix and Tucson — it is somewhere between the two.

I moved to Asheville NC 20 years ago. When I thought of moving to the South the first thing that came to my mind was the Andy Griffith show. I am not kidding. I really thought that Asheville would be just like Mayberry — creepy barber, dumb gas station guy, and noble Sheriff included! The whole kit and caboodle! Boy, was I disappointed!

Asheville is something entirely different today than it was 20 years ago. It has turned into a very big city crammed within the confines of a small mountain town. When I escaped from there a few years ago I was very glad to bid it farewell. I miss certain things about it, but it has become the quintessential “It’s a nice place to visit, but you don’t want to live there” kind of place. It is really sad because it was a very charming mountain town one day, and now it is called the “Freak Capitol” of the nation. I guess at some point the local agriculture changed with the culture itself.

When I first moved to Asheville I was like an alien to some of my neighbors. They were not unkind to me or anything. You see Southern folks are not mean. They just “love ya to death!” The first little lady who greeted me and made me feel like I was home was a granny who was in her 80s. She was a dear, and she taught me words and phrases like “fat back,” “creasy greens,” “back-side outards,” and “chitterlings.” If you don’t know what fat back and chitterlings are (aka chittlins’, et al) you don’t want to know. Ok. Don’t do it. Don’t Google it. You will be sorry, and I will not be held liable.

Anyway, Granny P was simply wonderful in many ways. This little lady lost her husband and raised 5 children on her own in a day before welfare was common. She worked in a chicken packing factory during the day, and took laundry in of an evening. It was not an easy life, but she was not bitter about it at all. She seemed to have an inner resolve, and it was through watching her plug away at life in her broken down, over worked and burdened body that I learned why NC is called the “Tar Heel State.”

Well Granny introduced me to Southern culture and language, proper. I got my informal introduction in Memphis TN while in transit to my new destination. It was lunch and it is a long road between Apache Junction AZ and Asheville NC — even if the trip both begins and ends on I-40. In Memphis it was time to stop for that day’s lunch. I went into a small restaurant and ordered a ham sandwich. The lady behind the counter had a cute southern accent and smiled at me and said:

“Would that be country ham or city ham on that sandwich, darlin’?”

“Huh? I didn’t know that pigs lived in the city. What’s the difference?”

“Uh, the country ham is cured.”

“Well that can’t be good! Cured of What?”

“No darlin’ cured with salt. You ain’t from around here are ya?”

Lo and behold! I had just heard what would be the Southerner’s mantra for me for the next 15 years, “You ain’t from around here, are ya?” See Southern folks are kind and nice. She would have never said “Look lady you are obviously from the City and as dumb as a bag of hammers, now order your sandwich!” Nope, but I think I know what she said when I walked out of the restaurant that day. I didn’t know it then, but I know now. She undoubtedly sighed and said “Well, bless her heart!” That is a saying with a connotation only known to natives of the South and those of us outsiders who learned the accent really quickly.

“God bless her!” “Bless your heart!” and “God love it!” are three sayings that sound innocuous, but they are not. No, sir. They basically mean “She’s an idiot and needs help!” “You’re really dumb aren’t ya?” and “You are so stupid that I have to beg God to love you!” Mark Twain once said,“The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.” He obviously knew Southern folks. They can take the right words and turn a phrase like none other known to mankind. Twain also once said that “… a true diplomat can tell you to go to hell and make you look forward to the trip. He must have used the term “diplomat” as a code word for Southern folk. Indeed.

My next encounter with the language differences came a year or so after meeting my precious neighbor — who, by the way, had never been outside of Western NC in her 80+ years on the earth. I had just had my second son, Noah. He was about 5 months old and we went to the store one day. I had him dressed in a cute little yellow outfit. Noah was a very beautiful baby. He really was, and it was not uncommon for people to stop me to comment on his huge blue eyes, long eye lashes, and cute dimples. So, I never got offended when he was wearing gender neutral clothing and there was confusion. I mean at that age there is no reason to take offense when someone asks how old “she” is. That question is not the one that bothered me.

As I was standing in the check out lane gazing proudly at my little guy, a sweet little lady came over to me and said “Oh, how darlin’! What it is?” My proud smile quickly faded into a grimace. I pondered her question for a few seconds, but it felt like hours… “What is it?” So, I looked at her with all the kindness I could muster and I said “It’s a baby!” To which she said “Oh, honey I know it’s a baby, but what is it?” I was nearly in tears at this point. I thought that maybe I was on Candid Camera or this was some huge cosmic “Whose on First?” joke. She then noticed my look of utter confusion and said, “Is it a boy or a girl?” To which I quickly and cheerfully said “Oh! It’s a boy!” We both walked away feeling a little dumber that day.

My journey into the Southern way of life has been a fun and adventuresome one. I have met some very colorful and weathered characters in this region. Mostly I have found them to be good folks, who appreciate hard work and honest love. Of course you have the few who wind up coloring the backdrop in the minds of the outsiders. This is why, unfortunately, many people will deduct 10 I.Q. points from a person the second they hear a Southern accent. There are those who deserve such judgement because of their way of life, but I always see a huge distinction between what is called a “common red neck” and “Southern folks.” Every culture and region has their own rebels who taint the opinions of the masses. Bless their hearts!

Y’all have a good night now!

Montage of Deployment Pics to Date

If the montage gets choppy just hit the pause button for a moment and resume.

Sunset


A few evenings ago I was standing at the kitchen sink and staring out the window. I don’t know how long I had been there, but at some point a stunning and breathtaking sunset developed. It was somewhat like watching a Polaroid instant picture developing. The colors were stunning and vibrant. So much so that I had to stop what I was doing, grab my camera and try and capture the colors. Of course it just didn’t work. There is no film, no canvas, and no medium on this earth that can compare to, nor capture the essence of, the incredible work of God.

Sleep per chance to not wake up with bags under my eyes!

Yesterday I actually looked my age. No, I actually looked like a wild-eyed, zombiefied crypt-keeper. No amount of eye cream could have tackled that job. I could tell I was exhausted. So, I passed out last night and slept so solid that I don’t remember even stirring. To my good fortune, Emma also slept very well. Ah, sweet relief! Another night or two like that, and I will be back to normal — whatever that is!

The pirate woke up this morning with a raspy voice. She sounds like a pirate. I keep trying to get her to say “Aye matey!” She is not cooperating. She seems fine otherwise, but I am not taking her to the Y today. I don’t know if it’s a cold or allergies, so I don’t want to risk it. You have just gotta love this time of year! It’s still hotter than it should be here, and now little germ-magnet-crumb-snatchers are back in school. This means they bring home the germs and spread the wealth. If I had a dollar for every nose I have wiped I would be a wealthy woman. Of course I think I am a wealthy woman because I had those noses to wipe in the first place, but a little monetary compensation for doing the grosser things in life would be appreciated!

Today I will pull out my Firm workout and listen to perky people tell me to “pump it up girl!” I am going to do two of those workouts to make up for missing the gym. I will do my yoga tonight. It has felt good getting back to it. I really benefited from it immensely when I was practicing more regularly several years ago. One of my most memorable benefits was in my height! I kid you not! I had been going to the same family doctor for several years, and every year I went in for my physical, my height was always 5′ 3.5″. Same doctor, same measure, same measurement year after year. After I started practicing Yoga my measurement changed at the next physical. I measured in at 5′ 4!” Wow! I was almost able to reach canned goods on the second to the top shelf at the store! Now that’s power! I can only assume that my muscles not only stretched, but they were stronger and able to hold my frame more straight and tall. My posture had definitely improved!

Enough of all of that! I need to go and read some books to the raspy voiced little Pirate. Can you say “Llama, llama red pajama?” Yeah, I can say it in my sleep!

Not Your Average Super Hero!

A couple of weeks ago we stopped by Sonic on the way home and got some supper. Emma always has to have chicken. She loves chicken strips. So, I got her a kid’s meal with chicken strips, and it came with a toy. It was an obnoxious toy. It was really meant for ages 34+, but someone decided that a 3-year old would think it was really groovy to build a dinosaur from fake plastic bones. Needless to say Nate wound up putting the thing together and then Emma aptly named her new pet “Snake!” How fitting since it was, indeed, a snake. She is practical to say the least.

Well I got sick and tired of finding “Snake” all over the place — I mean literally. I found his head in the bathroom, his 3rd section in the laundry room, oh, you get the idea! So, once Emma forgot about “Snake” for a few days I threw him away. What baby doesn’t know, won’t hurt her!

So, tonight she is playing with her Legos and she brings this interesting structure into the kitchen. It was a very weird and curvy structure — as curvy as Legos can get. So she brings it to me and the conversation went something like this:

“LOOK!! LOOK!! Look what I made mama!!”

“Oh wow! That is wonderful Emma, tell mama about it!”

“It’s a house for Snake! I am so happy! A house for Snake!”

Now I am forcing a smile and saying

“Oh! A house for Snake?” “Wow, maybe Monkey would like to have a house instead.”

“No mama! Snake’s house! It’s Snake’s, hey where did Snake go?”

“OH Wow! Emma it’s time for a bath!”

“Yeah mama! Bath time!”

He may not be very smart. He may not be very handsome. He may only be filled with a bunch of air and he’s all washed up, but Mr. Bubble is my hero!

Maybe tonight will be a good one!

I drug myself into the gym, and believe it or not I got 5 miles in during my 60 minutes on the cross trainer. I am extremely tired today though. I really can’t wait to just pass out tonight. I hope the pirate goes to bed on time. I am not even going to eye the bed until I know she is sound asleep.

We are facing some pretty ugly skies here today. It looks like quite a storm brewing outside right now. I think I will serve up supper — blackened chicken and pasta, and then rest for the evening.

I don’t think I ate anything last night that would have caused such a nightmare. I had Special K cereal and a banana for snack. That’s pretty innocuous, right?

Hopefully I will not wake up like that again. I felt very sad after having the dream I did, and it was one of those dreams where you are semi-conscious. So, even when I was waking up I could still hear bombs going off and gun fire. It was very unnerving.

I will keep on hanging in there — it’s what I do best! I hope our friends in Wisconsin are staying dry and safe!

I can’t sleep with all this silence! Would someone please turn it down a notch?

03:30 — I am up. I am in bed trying to think of anything other than combat and suits. I am trying to not picture him in his battle rattle. I am trying to picture him in the new suit. I can’t.

03:45 — Alright, already! I’m up! I had better get the coffee started. It will be a long day for sure. I wonder if I will hear anything today? I had better make it a very busy day because I pretty much know the answer.

04:00 — No, I really should not be reading these things. It won’t help me sleep tonight. I have to hear something though. My imagination is sometimes worse than the news. That damned media. Thanks for the images and the information. I wish I had never looked.

04:15 — The coffee is strong. I need it that way today. Now, where was I? Oh, I was browsing the web and reading stories. I can’t quite figure it all out right now. This wave of angst. It’s not like we have never gone without contact before for a period of time. Why is it so bothersome now?

04:30 — I might as well pay some bills and do some filing while I am awake. Maybe I can even squeeze in a load of laundry without waking the Pirate from her slumber. I might as well. I may crash later today, and not have the energy to do it.

05:00 — I hate the changes. That is the crux of the problem for me at this moment. It’s not so much a worry that I have now, but rather I am unsettled. I had a routine in my head. I had an understanding of where he was, and what he was doing. Today? I have no clue. My head keeps searching for that file and the answer that keeps coming back is “That file could not be located.” It’s just helpful to have a road map to guide your thoughts. When your reality shifts to an unknown you feel unanchored.

05:15 — It is 1315 there now. The day is well on its way. I wonder if they have time for chow or if it is “eat what you can fit in your ACU pockets” for lunch, day. I need to get that box in the mail today.

05:30 — I wish that I could call Bryan and chat about this. I wonder how his adventure is going in the field. I hope they haven’t had too much rain. He sounded like he was on the edge of a cold last time we talked. When was that? Sunday. That’s right. Sunday. It’s only been four days. I can go a few more.

05:45 — What am I going to blog about today? I could just open up my mind and spill it all out onto this digital canvas. I could try and write something that sounds perky and chipper. Of course I could just not blog at all. What good would that do though? Maybe I will blog about the thoughts that haunted my sleep this morning. The very vivid picture I had in my head of my son in his battle rattle. The very vivid picture in my head with the very vivid sounds. Maybe it doesn’t sound like that at all where he is. I don’t know because here all I have is silence. That damned silence.

06:00 — I heard the Pirate stir in her sleep. I hope she is dreaming of gymnastics, papa, and dancing. Her dreams need to stay sweet as long as possible.

06:15 — It’s time to wash my face, turn toward the wind and stand today. It’s time to stop this torment and put my hand to the tasks before me. No more indulgent tears, and no more thinking those thoughts. Time to get the kids up and get ready for school, gym, and life. Thank God that the sun is finally starting to show.