Hello Everyone,
Well, I can happily tell you that we got an extension of a couple of
weeks for training. This is a very good thing, because the ANA were
just not ready to go downrange as they say. In any case, training has
gotten better, and things are really coming along. Today, we took them
to the range, and they did much better than we thought they would--they
all shot in the right direction and nobody got hurt. Sometimes training
these guys is like trying to heard cats, but other times it is quite
rewarding. The other day, we were filling out requests for supplies
with two ANA officers, and they told me they wanted a speedy car. I
couldn't help laughing, but they were dead serious. So now, I call them
Crocket and Tubbs, but they don't get the joke. It is tough enough just
trying to get them radios, much less a speedy car, but they insisted it
was very important. I suppose they want to run moonshine or something.
We are writing to Motorola to see if they will send us some radios
real cheap. I can't believe the bastards from KBR who serve us food get
paid $80,000, but we can't get radios for ourselves or the ANA. We are
going to go to downtown Kabul and buy our own walkie talkies this week.
It makes me sick. We get just $150.00 per month for supplies, that is
not enough to buy our bullets. Oh well, I guess we go to war with the
things we have not the things we want.
Enough bitching, on to the pictures:








After Thought: After being down range for nearly six months using walkie talkies that my Uncle sent us, the New National Guard HQ came in and distributed the radios that were already there to everyone--they also made sure we got some uparmored HUMMERs and machine guns. The new Sergeant Major was a good man, unlike the one before him, and he actually came to visit us down range to see what we needed. He asked questions about our operations and he made a sincere effort to get us the supplies we needed.
The original brigade Sergeant Major was a kiss ass and a suck up who didn't give a damn about the troops downrange--only about making his general happy. When I got angry about our supplies and treatment downrange, he tried to accuse me of suffering from PTSD--he actually told people that I had lost it!!. He had been a friend of mine from earlier, but he betrayed me in Afghanistan and I will never forget it!