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Saturday, December 18, 2010

Heroes...

Webster's Dictionary defines hero as "one who shows great courage."  I agree with that, to a point.  Is a hero someone who has the 'courage' to go bridge jumping?  Is a hero someone who has the 'courage' to make a decision they know will not be looked upon as a good decision?  I think that is more being brave than being a hero.  A hero is someone who goes above and beyond to make those around him or her better.  Someone who does this instinctively and does not ask for reward.
  
A hero to me is someone like a mother.  A mother who gets up early to make her family breakfast, who endures the pains of birth, who has unconditional love for her children.  A hero to me is someone like a father.  A father who goes out into the world everyday to provide for his family.  Who has to live in another city so that his family can have a roof over their head in a different city.  Who still loves his teenage son even when it's hard to.  

My Mother and Father are my heroes.  They both love me unconditionally, even when I make decisions they are unhappy with.  My Mother still loved me when I reenlisted knowing I would be deployed again.  My Father still loved me when we had a "heart-to-heart" at a Chinese Food restaurant in Nampa Idaho, even though what he was hearing was not what he wanted to hear.  Both my parents have endured many pains at my hands and I will never be able to repay them.  

I'm positive a lot of you see your parents as heroes as well.  But, who are your other heroes?  Who, in the world, have you been inspired by?  Who, when you hear their name, instantly gives you goose bumps?  Who did you look up to when you were young?  Michael Jordan?  Lance Armstrong?  Superman?  What about an ordinary NFL player? 


In 2001, Pat Tillman was a couple years into an NFL contract with the Arizona Cardinals and was up for negotiation of a new contract.  On September 11th, he was shocked much like the rest of our country.  It was then that he made a decision that most thought was the wrong decision.  He gave up everything to join the U.S. Army Rangers.  Why would he do that?  Why give up millions of dollars to make less than 2,000 a month as a private?  Duty, honor, respect, selfless service, integrity, loyalty, personal courage.  7 qualities you must have to be in the United States Army.  Pat had those qualities before he joined.  That's why it was the right decision.

As part of the Rangers, Pat served in Iraq and Afghanistan till he was killed by friendly fire.  It's the ultimate tragedy to me.  A person giving up everything he's ever known to fight for his country.  I've read 2 books about Pat, Where Men Win Glory by John Krakauer and Boots On The Ground by Mary Tillman, Pat's mother.  If you get the chance, I highly recommend reading both of these books.  They are both an in-depth look at Pat.  His character and drive amaze me every time I read about him or even think of him.  


Garth Brooks wrote a song that I think describes Pat Tillman perfectly called The Change

One hand reaches out and pulls a lost soul from harm,
While a thousand more, go unspoken for. 
And they say what good have you done?  By saving just this one?
It's like whispering a prayer in the furry of a storm.

I hear them saying, you'll never change things.  
And no matter what you do its still the same thing.
But its not the world that I am changing, I do this so this world will know that it will not change me.

This heart still believes that love and mercy still exist.
While all the hatreds rage, and so many say that love is all but pointless, and madness such as this.
Its like trying to stop a fire with the moisture from a kiss.

I hear them saying, you'll never change things.
And no matter what you do its still the same thing.
But its not the world that I am changing, I do this so this world will know that it will not change me.

As long as one heart still holds on than hope is never really gone.
I hear them saying, you'll never change things.
And no matter what you do its still the same thing.
But its not the world that I am changing, I do this so this world we know never changes me.

What I do is so this world will know that it will not change me.


Pat Tillman, you are my hero.  Thank you for making the ultimate sacrifice so I can be free.  It was you that motivated me to join the Army and serve my country.




Monday, December 6, 2010

All Dressed Up With No Place To Go

Its been a weird few days for me.  We work 24 hour shifts with 24 off and I have a lot of time with my thoughts.  One recurring question I have is:  What exactly am I doing here?  I'm sure a lot of you have your own answers to that question and I guess so do I.  I'm just trying to figure out EXACTLY why we are here...still.  At least in previous wars, correct me if I'm wrong, we had a distinct purpose.  And I guess to a certain degree, there was a purpose to this one as well, no matter how tainted or corrupt it was.  So, here we are, 9 years and counting.  What is the purpose now?  What are we spending millions or should I say billions of dollars for?  Why is there 8 lights on surrounding a soccer field on our base with no one playing soccer?  I guess it just doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anymore.

 The other day we were called to a scene for crowd control.  I may get in trouble for saying this but oh well I guess.  People were gathering around a secured area where there was a suspicious package.  Anyone want to know what that package was?  Any guesses?  Okay, I'll tell you.  It was a box of toilet paper.  Guess where it was?  Next to a portable toilet (port-a-john.)  How funny right?  Okay that's why I'm confused about the reason we're here.  Am I here to make sure people don't get suspicious of a box of TP next to a toilet?  Heaven forbid someone try to keep the stuff stocked up.  

 Part of me is just frustrated a little.  Can you tell?  On my last tour, we actually went out on missions that would better the people of this country.  We actually spent time "outside the wire" looking for insurgents.  And I suppose there are those soldiers still so I guess what I'm doing is just a let down for me.  My platoon would do 24 hour operations and that didn't mean sitting in a building waiting, it meant we got enough food and water to last us that time and went out and hid in the bushes near a road or sat on a roof top observing.  

In 2004 when I was in northern Iraq, things were completely different.  I lived in a tent, ate 2 meals a day and they were luke warm at best.  This tour I can have 4 meals a day, shower everyday and use as much water as I want.  I have access to unlimited Gatorade, Coke, Mountain Dew, Pepsi and Mongolian BBQ as I could possibly want.  SGT Polson, a great friend of mine, put it perfectly:  No matter where America goes, whether it be for a war or not, it lives in abundance.  Yesterday was steak and lobster for dinner.  How the hell does that happen?  How do I go from struggling some days to find something to eat at home to eating lobster with the person serving me asking if I want 2?  I almost feel bad wasting the food that I get too.  In '04, Iraqi kids would fight over a "Jolly Rancher" and I have a box in my CHU collecting dust.  I don't know, maybe I'm just rambling and none of this makes sense to any of you.  

Alright I'm done, thanks for reading... P.S. Thats me in the middle. :)


Friday, December 3, 2010

Sunny In Baghdad

Holy cow Slayden, where have you been?  Why haven't you blogged lately?  Those are some of the messages being sent to me so here I am.  I've been a little behind, I know.  Finally made it to Baghdad and it feels great!  It's weird to be back in the Middle East.  To see the palm trees yet not see an ocean.  To smell that familiar smell yet not know where it comes from.  Things are actually going really well.  I'm surprised at how nice our base is.  Every week is a lobster and steak night so you can picture what it's like. There's even a pond to fish in.  


Instead of living in a tent (like last time,) I'm residing in a "CHU" which is a containerized housing unit.  It has a window complete with curtain, two beds, two wall lockers, and two night stands.  Some war huh?  Oh wait, this is Operation New Dawn a.k.a. Operation Trade Time For Money.  I'm hopeful the time will go by fast.  We are working 24 hour shifts so it seems like the weeks will go by pretty quick.  We are in the heart of Baghdad.  I bet this place would have been nice to visit.  It actually has a neat skyline even though most of it is still blown to hell from the "shock & awe."  


This may upset some of you but I've decided not to take a "picture of the day."  I'm just not motivated enough to do it, YET.  I'll post pictures occasionally so you'll just have to "stand by to stand by."  Honestly, I haven't taken too many pictures at all.  It's identical to last time and I already have about 5,000 pictures from the last deployment so why take the same pictures again?  Somebody will set me straight on that I'm sure.  


Well, that's all for now I suppose.  I'll be better.  Hope everyone is doing well.


Mitch

Monday, November 8, 2010

Wrong Time Of Year For Bourbon Street

It was a sad night on Bourbon Street in New Orleans.  I think it was "over 40" night or something because there was no one my age down there.  The people who were all had "high-n-tights" like me.  The Idaho National Guard took over...  And to be honest, it was all the same thing.  Maybe I'll come down for Mardi Gras or something...
The Crowd



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Life On The Swamp

Headed toward New Orleans we ran into a swamp tours business called Cajun Encounters (cajunencounters.com)  It was the best $23 I've spent in a long time.  "Captain Ted" took us on a 2 hour swamp tour where we saw alligators, cranes, snakes, and turtles.  It was a great first day to our 4 day pass before shipping out.  Stay tuned for more...
Captain Ted


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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Questions?

If any of you have questions about the training, military life, or anything at all feel free to ask away!
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Sunday, October 31, 2010

The Ease Of Battle

     Now - Cell phones and cell phone signal, iTouch, iPod, terabyte hard drives with 330+ movies and TV seasons to watch, laptops, email, 7 layer cold weather gear, ponchos used as a shield to block the lights as they come on in the morning, wondering when I'll be able to watch another BSU football game at the chow hall, twin beds, the right kind of sling for my rifle, a fan to blow cold air on my face while I sleep...all luxuries I'm afforded or have access to... "Hey, its movie night, what should we watch?"
     Then - Using a poncho to shield the rain from his face as he's digging his fox hole to sleep in, reading a rain soaked hand written letter from his mother or wife, frozen boots in Bastogne or soaking wets boots in Okinawa with nothing but the shirt his back to keep him warm, using his hat as a way to push cool air to his face, sleeping where he sat down hoping it stays dry throughout the night..."Word is Battalion Mess is serving Cokes and steaks tonight, might even get a movie."  "You just wonder when in the hell is this going to be over.  Here I am, been out here for over 2 years and its still goin' and when are we goin' to get out of this mess.  When we gonna get back where we can have on dry clothes for the whole day, and live like human beings, instead of like rats."
     They were definitely a different breed.  I'll never be able to live up to what they did or sacrificed so I can have such an amazing life, no matter how horrible I think it may be...





Friday, October 29, 2010

Friday Fun Day

There's not many fun days in the Army but occasionally they come out and say hi. Today is one of those days. We are out at the range shooting. Its crazy how stressing a range normally is when we shoot but today it was really relaxed. And guess what? I've never shot more than 33/40 and today I shot 36/40. So what this is telling me is that the less stressed I am, the better I shoot. You'd think the Army would have figured that out by now. Anyway, just wanted to share.
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Monday, October 25, 2010

Concrete Pillow


This is a little late but I wanted to write about it before I forgot. A couple weeks ago we were doing Mounted Gunnery (shooting off of moving vehicles, etc.) and we spent an average of 18 hours a day on this range. Be thankful that when you're tired you can lay on your bed or couch. This is what we did.
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Friday, October 22, 2010

Staring Through The Wire

Its hot out today. I'm glad I'm in a shack controlling traffic. Mundane is all im going to say. Im just glad Im having a decent day :)


We're in month two now. For me time is going by fast but for others it can't be going any slower. Some days I wish I had a significant other back home but most of the time I'm so thankful I don't. I wonder how married soldiers do it. I suppose the only thing they can do is hope and pray their family stays safe and stress free while they're gone. I dont think I could handle the extra weight on my shoulders. I'm just not strong enough.


Roughly three weeks left.....hope this finds you well...


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Friday, October 15, 2010

Mississippi Nights

Mississippi nights, sounds like a song by Aaron Neville or something.  Sorry I haven't written in a while, I haven't really had internet, let alone the patience for dial-up.  It's 9:49pm here and it's been a helluva week. 5 straight days of 18-20 hour days kicked my ass but I'm still alive and kicking.  I miss home and all that it entails but I know that I'm wear I'm supposed to be, as weird as that sounds.  After our 3 week so-called "train up" at Gowen Field in Boise I was able to go home for a couple days.  I remember thinking that my life as a normal person was now over and it was time to let the training kick in and be a soldier again.  It almost didn't feel right being home.  I had already changed my persona over to soldier Mitch instead of regular Mitch.  And now, even the little things like explaining a normal thing in the civilian world like directions to my house is hard for me because it's all "AAR's, TCP's, Mounted Gunnery, 9-Line UXO/Medivac," things the normal person wouldn't know the first thing about.  It's amazing how that happens, how my vocabulary has suddenly disappeared or has been replaced with only acronims.


Things are going okay here.  Of course there are bad days and there are good days but overall, it's been pretty smooth.  We are going through some really great training and then some not-so-great training which is pretty normal.  I really like the guys I'm with and we make a good team.  I'm confident we'll all make it home alive and well.  That's for you Mrs. Geisler ;)  I know that the training we are going through will be bring us back to our families, no matter how redundant it gets and how pissed off I get for not being able to sleep in, just till 7, just once.


Its now 10:02pm and "Taps" just played over the loud speaker.  I'm outside writing this so I stood at attention until it was over.  To be honest, it was the first real time I've actually listened to it.  What an amazing song.  It makes me so greatfull for the Soldiers, Sailors, Airman, and Marines who paved the way for us to have an amazing, free country.  I just hope that someday we can all appreciate the sacrifices that have been made on our behalf.


Well, that's all for know I suppose.  I'll try and be better.....

Thursday, September 16, 2010

September 21, 2010

Alright, this is my first official post.  It's the first day of my deployment/training.  I woke up early to leave and be in Rexburg by 8.  And, all we did was play softball up at BYU-I.  Oh, and who builds a baseball/softball field and doesn't allow you to have sunflower seeds?  Thank you all for letting your tax dollars pay me to play 2 hours of softball.  SPC. Lindholm had a rough day... about a minute in he got smacked in the face with the softball.  It was so freakin' funny.  We were basically done after that.  Now I'm just hanging out with Polson in Idaho Falls.  Oh, just a little fun fact...This is weird.  I'll be back soon....