A blast from the past…

Specifically, April 13, 2010, on the old blog.

A pen-named Sergeant gripes:

Sgt Hill: The chow hall just now opened. While I’m here and the line is already (an hour and a half long). Guess I am not eating again..

Digital Journal: Wow. Somebody should do something about that. Maybe call congress?

Sgt. Hill: Nah. Conservatives think we should just suck it up because we are in a war zone, and Liberals want us all to die anyway. Nobody gives a F***.

Over at  Digital Journal, you can catch Samantha Torrence’s thoroughly email-researched shocking exposé of the horrifying conditions our troops are expected to endure as they suffer the ravages of indifferent leadership, venal, grasping contractors, lazy fobbits and the other horrors of war inside the wire.

CHOW LINE ALONG THE MUDDY TRAIL. 128th Infantrymen en route to Oro Bay from Pongani.

Sergeant Hill has it correct regarding this conservative: I do think he should just suck it up because he’s in a war zone, and especially since he doesn’t seem to be spending a whole lot of time outside the wire (to be sure, he may well, the article isn’t clear on that subject).  Lord knows he has to sacrifice – waiting a half hour for 10 minutes on the computer, so that he can email his pet reporter (and hopefully his mother).  It is the soldier’s right to gripe, and were I in his situation I would gripe too, among my friends and fellow fobbits.  But I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t whine like a puling baby to a reporter, and I sure wouldn’t whine in front of dirty, bone-tired guys with clean weapons.  In fact, I might skip my shower that day so they’d have time (and maybe some warm water) to take a long one.

U.S. Army Sgt. Edward Westfield from Bravo Company, 1st Battalion, 4th Infantry Regiment, leads his fire team back to base after a dismounted patrol mission near Forward Operating Base Baylough in the Zabul province of Afghanistan on March 20, 2009.

In a discussion of this article with a buncha combat-patched soldiers whose patches span America’s combat adventures from the vacation in Southeast Asia to the current ones in Southwest Asia…  one comment stands out, from a senior NCO of my acquaintance:

We came to a war and garrison broke out…. but not everywhere. There are still lots of little places out there where Soldiers and Marines are actually in a counterinsurgency fight, carrying the real weight of this war. They are dealing with real Afghans, real problems and real insurgents with real bad intentions. There are lots of places where Soldiers and Marines are doing their level best under very primitive conditions and THOSE are the guys who are actually experiencing Afghanistan, not some pipsqueak “SGT” at Camp Mike Spann who takes a ride outside the wire every now and again, is in no real and immediate danger, never deals with Afghans and cries that nobody gives a fuck about him.

If “SGT Hill” wants someone to give a f*ck, I will. F*ck him. There; that should make him happy.

Heh.  In some respects, that has been the American Way of War since the Civil War –

“We came to a war and garrison broke out…”

I mean that in the manner that our logistics are generally the envy of everybody we’ve fought with or against since the Army of the Potomac built the huge depot at Belle Plains…  Even our *bad* logistics, which tend only to be bad in comparison to our *good* logistics, especially when laid against everybody else’s logistics.

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A grumpy old Cincinnatus who feeds goats, dogs, cats, ducks, peafowl, a horse, and sundry avians, especially in the winter. From time to time you will see guns. Until such time as the Progressives repeal the 2nd Amendment, everything you see is legal, Federal, State, Local, where I live. Your progressive paradise may have different rules. Don't project them onto me. Federalism still exists, even if it is but a shadow of what the Framers intended.

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  1. Well, in April 2010 I was in one of those garrison places in Afghanistan. I think the only time I had to wait longer than 5 minutes to eat was when it was surf and turf night at the aviation Bde DFAC.
    Now, I do recall lining up for maybe 15-20 minutes to get warm T-ration food, once a day, back in 1999 at Tirana-Rinas with TF Hawk. Whiny little b**ch should be glad he’s not eating MREs every meal. No waiting there, just the PSG dumping a case with your squad leader.

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