A promise was made a few weeks ago to make a post about corruption in three action/adventure games released on 2012. This will be that post. As for what I have on the schedule, expect a review about a gender-role flipped isekai manga over the weekend.
Max Payne 3, Sleeping Dogs, and Spec Ops: The Line are a trio of 2012 video games that all deal with corruption and were in several ways criminally underrated by gamers at the time. Three pretty niche series, even despite the graphical showing with something to say about each of their own themes plot-wise. We’re going to look over the plots of all three and what I believe are the reasons they were all overlooked even now.
The changes you notice when you’re in those boots too
By now, regular viewers know that I’m currently in the U.S. Army, but if you’re just joining us: Hello, I run an entertainment-based blog during my free time in the Army. I do what I can to not make it my personality, and sometimes I’ll update you if it interferes with this blog (especially deployments and whatnot); occasionally, I add insight in my experiences in training whenever I see the military in media and the military shows up a handful of times in media.
Not the few times where they’re a side piece to the main event, but when they are the main event, and within the military and veteran communities, because of how we’re trained, the issues that fly over the heads of those who never served are all too obvious to those who have. I don’t normally go out of my way to hunt down military movies to watch; the most recent movie I saw was a touching love story about a man with a metallic skeleton traveling across the multiverse with his dumbest friend because they’re both too dangerous to be left alive.
All things considered, Deadpool is a menace to existence. Can’t wait to see him do it again with the web slinger.
Of the military movies I did see in recent memory were Black Hawk Down, Saving Private Ryan, and Full Metal Jacket, and I’ll go over them one by one based on what I know now that I’m in the Army. I’ve seen others, but these are the ones I can remember vividly.
Released in 2001, Black Hawk Down is a retelling of an actual event that happened to U.S. Soldiers overseas. For context, Somalia has a lot of the problems that were present in Afghanistan at least in the lead up to the Taliban’s first takeover in 1996. Post-colonialism was an opportunity for Cold War politicking and with Somalia and Ethiopia barking at each other, the U.S. and Soviets got involved. Glossing over the latter half of the Cold War in the Horn of Africa, the regimes changed, Somalia’s communist government was overthrown by an anticommunist government that was just as ruthless as the last and the most infamous man at the helm was warlord, Mohamed Farrah Aidid.
In the middle of the Somali Civil War which began at the end of the Cold War (no one can agree on a starting year, just that it’s still going on), one of the warlords Mohamed Farrah Aidid made a name for himself when those loyal to him attacked Pakistani military personnel in June 1993, followed by attacks on UN peacekeepers, prompting an American retaliation on his lieutenants. Aidid spat back by deliberately targeting American troops in the area, and the Clinton administration was done playing games, sending in Special Forces Group Delta and spearheading Operation Gothic Serpent with the sole purpose of bringing him to justice for crimes against humanity.
This was easier said than done and probably foreshadows the logistical issues of the later War on Terror which the Somali Civil War folded into down the line: who’s the enemy? The inciting incident that kept Delta Force in Mogadishu overnight in October 1993 was the downing of a pair of Black Hawk attack choppers. U.S. soldiers never leave a fallen comrade behind, so a garrison was tasked with finding the downed soldiers and bringing them home broken or in a box. It may be a trope these days, but we do take care of our own.
To put it mildly, U.S. soldiers were lost in a horror show even Satan would reject. Aidid’s paramilitary, the Somali National Alliance, wasn’t exactly a uniformed entity. The movie depicts them as dressed casually albeit adorned with military gear over their everyday attire, and scenes like this would come back to bite U.S. forces in the ass in the Middle East, especially in Iraq in the early years and after during the ISIS years.
The movie focuses mainly on the U.S. Army and its special forces contingents, but the reality was that more troops from other services (Navy SEALs and Air Force Parajumpers) were also involved. Those who survived the initial crash were trapped in the downed chopper, desperately awaiting help from other U.S. forces while the Somali population barreled down on them. Of the two Delta Force operators killed that day, Sergeants First Class Gary Gordon and Randy Shughart were the two who were given posthumous Medals of Honor. As for the rest of U.S. forces, the situation forced them to retreat with their fallen comrades in tow. Photos exist of what was done to the bodies afterward, but I’m not comfortable showing it. Just know that it was grizzly.
From what I’ve heard of people who’s family members served, those who were sent to Somalia would 9 out of 10 times rather be deployed literally anywhere else. Even Vietnam vets of the time, would rather fight the Viet Cong and NVA again than take their chances with Aidid’s forces again. Normally, I’d question the validity of these statements, but there’s enough evidence from retired servicemembers who were there to pretty much write it off as a living nightmare. Somalia is still a grave danger to residents and guests alike, but U.S. Special Forces are training Somali military units so that’s a silver lining.
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The thing about the movie that stood out to me the most was a moment when Nelson and Twombly were left behind to cover for their unit while they headed to the crash site. Some time later, Yurek returns and presumably following their training, Twombly and Nelson fired until they realize it was another soldier. Yurek asks why they’re pulling security for a single deserted street corner where the two reveal that they were left there, assured that the rest of the unit would return shortly and that they have no radio or other means of communication because it was unnecessary.
Shortsighted orders are not unheard of at all in the military–in fact, it happens a lot. Military-based subreddits have members past and present sharing stories of commanders and senior enlisted leaders lying to themselves about the worst orders sent from the top down. Often they’re in a humorous light, but in the case of this scene in Black Hawk Down, a soldier stranded with no means of getting aid is above and beyond a blue falcon moment. Even if the unit didn’t know how long that rescue mission would take, leaving with just one radio would’ve been far better than deeming it unnecessary.
Overall, I can’t dispute the numbers. Critics liked it, audiences liked it, servicemembers talk about it, I liked it; inaccuracies exist about the finer details of the involved units, but isn’t enough to turn you off from the movie. It’s one of the good war movies. Give it a watch if you haven’t already.
Next is: Saving Private Ryan.
A classic 1998 war film about a platoon-sized element sent on a mission to find a sole survivor whose three other brothers perished at Normandy and send him home. Fun fact: when the movie debuted, it ignited a flurry of calls to the PTSD hotline because the Omaha landing scene triggered PTSD in veterans young and old.
The characters within this film are all fictional, but director Steven Spielberg relied on real-life accounts of families being drafted into World War II and losing brothers along the way. One such family whose sons were sent to Europe in the 1940s was that of the Niland brothers from Tonawanda, New York. Journalist Stephen Ambrose wrote of stories like those of the Niland brothers, and it wasn’t uncommon at the time for entire families of soldiers to get sent to combat. In World War I, for instance, Ike Sims, a former slave from Georgia, fathered 11 sons, all of whom died in combat.
The little details I noticed in Saving Private Ryan were numerous but the ones that stood out to me was when Corporal Reiben called attention for Captain Miller while in garrison, with Miller responding “as you were.” This is the rule for whenever an officer enters or exits a room. The troops stand at the position of attention and render a salute accompanied by the greeting of the day. The officer returns the salute and replies, “carry on,” to let the troops return to their previous activities.
Speaking of officers, while I’m not one, the rule of thumb that I know of with officers is that once they reach the rank of Major (Lieutenant Commander in the Navy and Coast Guard), they stop leading troops on the frontlines and work as battalion support, unless otherwise directed by higher-ups. I don’t know if that’s true, so don’t quote me on that. I just noticed that during the movie, more field-level officers are dressed in service uniforms than in combat/field uniforms. The exception is the lieutenant colonel who updates Miller on the situation and what he needs to do next, i.e. the plot of the movie.
There’s always praise to go around in a Spielberg flick, no matter how it turns out and while I did love this movie, there are criticisms or comments to make about it. It might be because of Spielberg’s professional background (with Schindler’s List under his belt), his religious upbringing, or the general portrayal of World War II as a black-and-white war, or all of these, but Saving Private Ryan can be viewed as a typical “saving the world” movie. Not that that’s a bad thing, but the reality on the ground was more complicated than western contemporary sources would have us believe. The Nazis had set up conscript battalions of nonethnic Germans in most of their occupied territories, feeding them the same old nationalistic manure to get them into the meat grinder. This was far more prevalent on the Eastern Front where there were more opponents of the Soviets than the Nazis until the war crimes were committed by both swastika and hammer and sickle standard-bearers, though I think Spielberg acknowledged this. It’s not an overall World War II film about stopping Hitler; it’s about a soldier who survived when his brothers gave their lives and is eventually sent back home.
Don’t let that discourage you from watching it if you haven’t already. You’re bound to have done so; Matt Damon aging five decades is a timeless meme for when you’re feeling old.
I put the template instead of an actual meme because I come across this one daily. Put your own spin on it; bonus points if it’s dark.
Lastly, is the movie that was supposed to decry war and the military, but ironically inspired more young men to sign up.
The most striking of this movie is that the character who would fill the role of Senior Drill Instructor Hartman wasn’t supposed to be R. Lee Ermey, but someone essentially coached by him. But looking at the final product, Ermey put the hat on once again and delivered a performance that’s been inspiring real and fictional servicemembers to this day. I’m pretty sure one of the senior drill sergeants from my basic at Fort Leonard Wood was in some way inspired by Ermey’s performance.
The first half is Marine Corps Boot Camp, and the second half is the characters in South Vietnam. The Marines are there own branch, and I don’t know what chicanery they get up to in boot camp, but it’s an extra month of training. Maybe if I find a Marine, I can ask, but I’m looking in from the outside for now. Being a Vietnam War-era film, it’s quite nuanced in some of the characters, the most famously nuanced character being Private Leonard Lawrence, i.e. Gomer Pyle. Knowing Better said it best when he said that Hollywood influences the military more than the other way around. Gomer Pyle was a satirical TV show from the 1960s, so every character in the film knows who DI Hartman is talking about, compared to my company at basic who might not know the origins of Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C…. or funnily enough, Yogi Bear.
It’s a long story. Look up the “Yogi Bear is dead” marching cadence for context.
Other Hollywood characters regularly referenced in the movie is Mickey Mouse. Three little circles printing infinite money that Venezuela and Zimbabwe could’ve used when s[dial tone]t got flipped turned upside down.
For Leonard “Gomer Pyle” Lawrence, he’s a character who reflects a controversial policy launched by Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara. Dubbed Project 100,000 or derisively as McNamara’s Morons or Misfits or Folly, the goal of the project was to bring the active duty troop number across the military from five to six figures in an effort to turn the tides of the war in the U.S.’s favor. This meant an aggressive draft that targeted the most disadvantaged in America, most notably those who would’ve suffered physically and/or mentally from training alone, let alone a combat deployment to South Vietnam. These ranged from the nearly mentally retarded to the high school dropouts to the literal illiterates with a 4th grade education.
Pvt. Pyle fits the category of McNamara’s Misfit to a T. He’s quite slow mentally, is about 150 pounds of chewed bubblegum, can barely understand the simplest of instructions until the entire platoon starts paying for his f[Attention!]k ups, and overall brings the platoon down, largely by accident. He struggles, yes, but he does try his best until he suffers a mental breakdown that leads to the death of both Hartman and himself in a murder-suicide.
The movie then cuts to Pvt.’s Cowboy and Joker in Vietnam, but in reality, an investigation would’ve been conducted. Different time or no, it’s not different enough where the service’s law enforcement agency wouldn’t investigate the death of both a drill instructor and a recruit. The predecessor to the modern Naval Criminal Investigative Service (then-called the Naval Investigative Service) would’ve questioned everyone about the incident and possibly divvied up the blame based on hazing. None of those Marines would’ve been sent to Vietnam. If charged and convicted of hazing, that’s turning in the olive greens in favor of prison denim or civilian clothing with barriers to re-entry. That, or barrier to promotion depending on how a JAG officer would like to see things. It does get the McNamara’s Folly part right that mass conscription of those deemed unfit would get mixed results at best. A lesson we swiftly forgot when it came time for the 2007 Iraq War troop surge if accounts from troops of the time are to be believed.
But whatever, Kubrick never served, he just directed the movie. The war part of the war film is something I don’t have experience with and–god-willing–it stays like that, but much of the film is essentially a repetition of the central “war is bad” message seen in insert work of art here. Even Saving Private Ryan is an antiwar movie with three out of four brothers going back in one piece.
I kinda pulled my punches selecting these movies for assessment only because I was sparing myself the disappointment that would come with other war/military movies that would get the military egregiously wrong. Sooner or later, I’ll bite the bullet and bring out the worst military movie I’ll have seen by then. Of the worst, The Hurt Locker is regularly decried and maligned by the veteran community.
A while ago before stepping off for my new adventures in the Army, I mentioned briefly that I had a blog on Google’s Blogger that ran continuously from February to August of 2021 until a break due to that first attempt at Army life. The summary I made in that little speedrun was that it was crap and should be forgotten at all costs, but in a show of reverse psychology, it’s got me going back to it if only for the sake of this post, and then it’ll be forgotten forever more like the Macarena from the 1990s.
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Feeling your age yet, gramps? Well, move aside, we’re peers now.
The origins of the blog were born from a time of both desperation and interest. I had graduated during the emotionally charged year of 2020, a.k.a. the Second Long Hot Summer (after 1967’s many race riots), a.k.a. The Pandemic/COVID-19 Era, a.k.a.; I’ll stop with the references now, I don’t wanna remember that year either.
I may have mentioned it before, but during that year right after I graduated from college and some change during the protests or riots depending on who you were talking to, I decided to phone up an Army National Guard recruiter. Here’s one of the first problems I ran into here: the waiting. Being in the Army now, I understand the concept of “Hurry Up and Wait,” but a civilian attempting to understand the concept with no other point of reference would be left watching and waiting for something amazing to happen.
For reasons that make sense only to recruiters and journalists who focus on the military, the reason for the wait time — at least for recruiting — has to deal with bureaucracy. A bunch of moving parts are considered before a candidate is moved onto the next step, and yes this does include fitness and health. Decades ago, you could be very physically fit with the body of the next super-soldier but unable to join because you had asthma at five. The standards have been reduced since at least 2004 in that specific case, but asthma and other life-altering maladies do require a waiver… which was what kept me from signing the paper and shipping out the same day.
My medical history was far from perfect, but then again, so were a lot of people going into support roles in the Army. Also, before this, there were loads of (now outdated, but still relevant) statistics on obesity rates in the U.S., so how different was I from the average potential recruit?
Still, I was determined to at least try for the Guard that year, but with all that was going on, including my city refusing to let anyone go outside save for emergencies, and there was no chance in hell I was gonna get into the National Guard that year. I didn’t even have faith in my pulmonary functions test until my doctor rang me up and said it was positive.
And I was ecstatic! The one malady that kept me down all my life had been defeated! But by this point I was so disappointed in the recruiting that I tried looking at getting a work in my college major: writing and literature. Impossible? Or just very difficult? Well, up until that point I was so tunnel-visioned that when it came to writing, my original goal of getting published blinded me to other possibilities, both in becoming a published author and wherever else writers could flex their skills.
The difference between traditional or even self-publishing was the barrier to entry. More experienced writers can give me different stories based on their own experience, but being a poor kid with a lot of dreams, the route of manuscript to editor to agent to publisher was more a matter of money than time. I could definitely wait on this; it took me ten years to get the damn thing published. Side note: if you’re wondering why I didn’t like waiting for the recruiter, but had more patience for the manuscript it was because I was more involved with the manuscript considering I was writing it while the National Guard recruiter was more a luck of the draw. I was dying to beat the odds on this one. Part of the reason I wanted to go NG before throwing all my chips in active was to use the cash there to fund this hobby and eventually use the benefits for a VA home loan. Biased opinion or not, I firmly believe a two-bedroom, one bathroom apartment is not where a family should be raised.
That excursion with the NG recruiter lasted from August to November of 2020. Between the last correspondence with the guy and the beginning of the first blog, I contemplated learning new skills with the Job Corps, but I blew them off for a bunch of personal reasons, the biggest one being my immediate area. The nicest way I can put it is that there are swaths of the Bronx that remind me of these important lessons from The Boondocks.
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Parodical or not, where I grew up, very few people turned into responsible adults. There were only three things a black or Hispanic (or in my case, both) kid could see in their future: basketball, rap, or drug dealing, a secret fourth outcome, all of these combined. And I wanted more options. The Army would mean saying goodbye to my family to potentially defend the nation from terrorists and/or near-peer adversaries, but I just saw an excuse to see more of the world that I was missing. Remember, poor kid who wants to see the world, but won’t be able to without money for bus, plane, or train tickets.
Writing, on the other hand, was a much slower process that would have me hone my skills for better results, but there’d still be pitfalls all the same. And I’d be ready for what those could look like. That said, more research and patience to know what to expect and possible steps would’ve helped me plenty. Writing is a passion of mine, as these past blogs show. The bull crap I grew up seeing was really tired and really overdone with all these new people showing up in sports and music. Allow me to be the boomer and say that the classics beat these new folks any day.
Tear me off this hill all you want, I’ll never recant this statement!
So yeah, I was concerned about potentially sharing a workspace and probably a dormitory with a bunch of kids who essentially thought the same, spoke the same, and all that. I went to school with people like that; some diversity of thought would be a huge breath of fresh air at least.
I still had my friends from before, but we were all drifting apart over time. Hell, my best friend is a father now, which essentially makes me an uncle. Writing wouldn’t net me any new friends, but it would put some money in my bank account so that I could travel and make friends the old fashioned way.
Or so I thought. Just like this blog, the old one was supposed to be primarily entertainment, but with a larger focus on anime and video games. Somewhere along the way, my time on YouTube bled into the blog posts and s[horse neighing]t went wild. Going off the rails and everything. I’ve been careful to keep my political opinions to myself, but on that other one, it was like watching someone go mad with cabin fever. And this was 2021. We had the vaccine by that point. Maybe the maturity wasn’t there yet. I was only 22 then and at least in this blog, I put some kind of research into my topics instead of just bashing my head on the keyboard like a somehow more inept Invader Zim.
A few months later, I went all in on active duty. I’d spent the last year of high school till that point convincing my mom that the military was a smart decision for me personally, but she had her reasons for imploring me to explore different options, not all of them related to my health. I graduated high school in 2016 at the age of 17. In the U.S. at least, if you’re out of school by 17 and you want to join the military, you need parental consent and my mom was in zero rush to see me in a military uniform at that point. We were also still seeing active combat deployments to Afghanistan and potentially becoming a statistic was completely off the table for her. So it was off to community college for me.
Fast-forward to 2021, and we’re set to leave Afghanistan and transition into a peace-time Army and my mother finally tells me that if I want to I can go active duty Army, so I did. The time between talking with the recruiter literally down the street from me and shipping out was about 3.5 months, enough time for me to scramble my incoherent thoughts in a piss poor blog. I’ve linked to that blog right before I shipped out in January for basic training, but to save you all the trouble, it’s right here again.
Once again, I’d like y’all to be nice. The first attempt is almost always the worst attempt. It’s not like Einstein was born with a brain that big and heavy. Then I started this blog in 2023 after being told by another recruiter that based on my previous performance at Fort Jackson, I wouldn’t have another chance in the Army. But again, my tunnel vision, or rather my determination, kept me from quitting just yet. I’d keep looking for ways to beat the odds.
It still took some doing and a year of mostly sitting at the computer and occasionally jogging wasn’t worth anything. Literally. My folks were wondering why I wouldn’t get even a retail job and my excuse was that even though experience is different from anecdotes, too many retail worker horror stories kept me from taking that plunge. I was desperate for work too, but not that desperate.
A third recruiter bailed on me, leading me to find a remote one on Reddit (beating the odds once again), and in between then and now 2023 was just me filling up this blog with better though still imperfect content. I know I said that I’d like that first blog to be forgotten for good, but as an archive of how I used to think and feel about XYZ, it’s good to have something to remind me of how not to do something. Yay!
I know it’s a month divisible by 2, but this time I wanna try something different. No recommendation this time, but next time I want to see if I can make biweekly recommendations at least until June to get everything back on track. My notes from before still have old dates written on them and they’re pretty much invalid. Once that’s cleared up, then I’m good to give you another YouTuber to eye. Gonna step out into the wider world next time.
Howdy, audience! I come to you from my advanced individual training location at Fort Eisenhower, previously known as Fort Gordon with a few announcements, first for what I’ve been doing, how the schedule might work for now, and what may or may not be in my future. But first, a brief.
I’ve been open before about my previous enlistment in the Army during the Summer 2021 cycle, getting injured and getting out and fighting tooth and nail to come back and finish and get what I enlisted for: benefits and a future. Well, I’m pleased to report that I had completed my Army basic training for the Winter 2024 cycle. Knowing I’d have no time or means to continue writing/blogging, I kept a notebook to use as a personal journal of mine as a supplement for the blogging. I might not reproduce those writings here since there’s a lot that’s either not suitable for the blog both language- and content-wise, but I do want to provide a summary of my time at BCT.
We don’t use that pattern for the uniforms anymore, by the way. The photo is supposed to be from 2006, but considering those uniforms were the universal wear by January 2008, I’m a bit curious why there isn’t a mix of the old and then-new uniforms.
Anyway, I found out the day of ship-out that I was going to the second worst BCT location for training: Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri.
Credit: Military.com
Before I continue, I just wanna say f[gunshots]k that place. I hope the Army doesn’t send me back over there for any reason at all.
I checked into 43rd Adjutant General Battalion, a reception unit for all incoming trainees, waiting to be assigned to my training unit elsewhere. Those of you who are older or have relatives who’ve served before, you might remember old cattle trucks being used to ferry trainees everywhere. Yes, they’re still in use, but in my experience, they were converted and fitted with seating, so if you wanted to hear about how we were all sardined into a giant cattle truck going across the bumpiest roads, sorry to disappoint you in that aspect.
The day we were taken to our training unit, it started to snow, or technically sleet on us. We were called one-by-one by the company first sergeant to our respective training platoons to grab our civilian stuff that we stuck in these black duffel bags at reception and form up in the freezing cold. In case you don’t know, the heart of the Midwest gets cold, dry air especially in the wintertime. Being out in -10 degree weather in thin physical fitness uniforms was not a fun experience. Neither was being on a sidewalk that froze overnight.
For the cadre, drill sergeants often come in a variety of different flavors and styles. I was part of 2nd Platoon (MAD DOGS!) and we lucked out by having some of the most softspoken drill sergeants in the company. Most people’s idea of a drill sergeant/instructor comes from movies like Full Metal Jacket, Jarhead, or the Army scenes in Forrest Gump, and it’s not like there aren’t drills who try to behave in the ways of Gunnery Sergeant Hartman or D.I. Fitch, but to get pedantic, they were part of a different branch – the Marines – and are representative of different times in the military’s history. But for all intents and purposes, military instructors aren’t allowed to put their hands on trainees except in the case of an instruction. For instance, if you’re called on to demonstrate a certain firing position, the instructor needs to ask for consent before repositioning your hands or arms. This is to avoid accusations of inappropriate behavior between a trainer and trainee and to maintain strict professionalism in a training environment, i.e. no abuse of power, no hazing, all that stuff.
For punishments, it was the standard repetition of a specific exercise. Half-right face (45 degree turn), front leaning rest position, move (get ready to do X number of pushups). And yes, even our whispering drill sergeants did this either to just the platoon or the whole company.
After getting chaptered out in September 2021, I thought I was off their records until I got back in and everything restarted from scratch, but I learned at the last minute that this never happened and I was given an automatic promotion from private first class with a paygrade of E-3 to specialist with a paygrade of E-4. I can’t explain how this is since I don’t know how and it likely wouldn’t be a good idea to do so. All I know is that I’ve been a member of the E-4 Mafia for about a month and never even realized until I graduated.
Credit: Military-Ranks.org
After this rank, if I have the points necessary, I’ll have to go to a promotion board at my unit wherever that is since I’m still in training.
The first week of training was getting more gear issued to us: a ruck sack, a fighting load carrier with a family of buckles and pouches, helmets, an extra duffel bag, and some winter weather gear that would’ve been nice to have when it snowed on us during the week of MLK day. Call me bitter, but just because we were shivering together doesn’t necessarily mean we had to. Yeah, we’ve adjusted to the cold, but if the summer has overheating precautions then the winter also had hypothermia precautions.
After we got our gear, training went forward as usual. Introductions to the preparatory exercises, learning the chains of command, basic medical and comms classes, especially during the field training exercises, all the fun stuff. Of course, not everything went the way we wanted it all to. The weather did get in the way at times, and on good days where I and my battle buddies (read: fellow trainees) were doing the right thing, someone else was off doing the wrong thing and at least in the beginning we paid for it. As training progresses, the punishments become individualized and you stop having to push because Pvt. Pyle wanted a jelly doughnut from the chow hall.
Credit: Full Metal Jacket (1987), Warner Bros. YT: mercurio0100
For the training exercises, there’s three: the Hammer which lasts one day and one night; the Anvil for two days and one night; and the Forge for three days and two nights. The best, if not necessarily accurate way to describe these exercises and BCT most of the time is living for two months as an infantryman, which I say is inaccurate because U.S. Army Infantry (along with other combat-oriented military occupational specialties or MOSs) go through a longer and more rigorous training course called One Station Unit Training. BCT and AIT are separate locations either at a different base or elsewhere on the same base. One Station Unit Training or OSUT is BCT and AIT back-to-back.
In between all of this is what the morning physical training or PT is for: the Army Combat Fitness Test or ACFT. A six-course event covering all the things a Soldier, MOS notwithstanding, could do in the event of a combat deployment. Timed strength and endurance tests for the body and the spirit. The first one I did yielded an awful score because it was raining and there was no opportunity to rest in between events. Thankfully, it was better the second time and my goal to improve actually showed itself. Starting off with a 25.5 minute two-mile and ending with a 19.5 minute two-mile was a hell of an improvement, I’ll tell you that.
Towards the end of basic training, I had a singular mantra pushing me forward: the Anvil, the ACFT, the Forge. Two FTXs and a fitness test. I was in no hurry to stay in goddamn Missouri for any longer than I had to. That’s not to say I’m turn off from the state. If/when I get the chance, I’ll use my leave to frolic around St. Louis or KCMO one day. I definitely wanna use that time to explore East Texas after meeting a few battle buddies from that area. And also because Texas hearts military folk.
Whether a good section of my life will be in this state is another story. I know now that my MOS may put me in either Killeen or El Paso and based on the reputations of the installations there (Fort Hood/Cavazos for the former, Fort Bliss for the latter), I’ve gotta find some good, safe entertainment outside of Armying and soldiering all day.
When all the graduation requirements are finished, the last few days were dedicated to cleaning and returning equipment, getting our U.S. Army shoulder patches as a symbol that we graduated, a Warrior’s meal of the drill sergeants’ discretion complete with skits, and then Family Day and Graduation rehearsal. Family Day is pretty much what it sounds like: trainees hang out with their families all day until around 7PM, then it’s back to the company for the night. Same thing for graduation, but the uniform is different. While the graduates wear their combat uniform and black berets on Family Day, on Graduation Day it’s the green service uniform, AKA the pinks and greens. These bad boys:
Credit: Army Times, U.S. Army
Obviously, the uniforms look snazzier with evidence of experience on your chest. Having grown up seeing soldiers wear the older dress blue uniforms, learning that they were bringing back the WWII-era uniforms a few years ago had me scratching my head. I have theories, but again, someone smarter and more experienced than me has a clearer, if not necessarily better, explanation.
The last day with all our returnables return, we were up ’til at least 1 in the morning scrubbing our bunks and the barracks. Leave times for our AITs varied by MOS. Mine was one of the first, so we ate our MREs and hopped on a bus from Lost in the Woods, Misery to Fort Gordon/Eisenhower, Georgia. A 12.5 hour bus ride from the chem school to the signal school. I’m not kidding.
Reception at Fort Eisenhower was a lot faster considering we were already in the system. As of writing, I’m taking my classes for my MOS and the classes are expected to end by late July.
With all that out of the way, will I be able to go back to my regularly scheduled blogs? Probably… Keep in mind the military trains you to expect surprises all around, some benign, some major, and you don’t even need to be a stone’s throw away from a combat zone for something to happen. Even in training not everything goes to schedule, but that’s life sometimes. Everything I wrote about so far isn’t exactly a secret, though I’m still encouraged to practice operational security so obviously no secrets are going to be scared. General stuff, yes, but anything that could threaten security will never be shared, even after I get out.
I’m still in a training environment, I just have more freedoms from when I was in basic. If I’m able, I’ll try to get back to business as usual every Saturday, assuming no funny business comes my way. If not, then get ready for periodic posts and updates. I’ve been away from the media and I have a lot of catching up to do after duty hours and dinner chow. Speaking of media surprises:
I found out at the end of basic that Toriyama passed away. While I have a list of desired topics to talk about or expand upon since my last post, I feel I should dedicate the next one to one of animanga’s most legendary manga artists. His worked shaped mine and other people’s childhoods after all.
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