I write this blog because one of my readers was amazed at the amount of training that went into being a soldier. So, I am going to pass on a story that will lend a strong belief that no matter the specialty, soldiers are the best at what they do, and the civilian counterpart could never match their skill sets. There is no embellishment to this story, and no part misplaced:
It was winter (February)1985, in Central Germany, and we were conducting an exercise called REFORGER (Return of Forces to Germany), held twice a year, once in the spring and once in the winter, designed to simulate our rapid response to a full-scale Soviet invasion. I was in a Command APC M557A2, one of many armored vehicles in the convoy, on a mud-slicked road winding around some dense hillside forest. It was around 2AM, a heavy blizzard, and temperatures that could freeze a bird in mid-flight. We were in blackout conditions, meaning no white light (none at all), and we were relying on the dim red light reflection of the vehicle in front of us for guidance, and he the same with the vehicle in front of him.
One of the M-60 tanks in mid-convoy blew its engine pack, meaning it was dead in the water. 2AM, blizzard, blackout conditions, sub-zero temperatures, and frozen mud to our kneecaps, and the entire convoy ground to a halt. The Convoy Commander, an LTC from one of the participating units, called over the mechanic and asked him what needed to be done. The Mechanic, an E-6 whom I really liked….not too smart but could fix ANY mechanical issue, simply stated that the oil pump blew and the engine was lost. The entire pack needed to be replaced. Now these engines dwarf the engines in a semi. They are huge, with lots of moving parts. Normally, they would call for an M-88 tank retriever, but because of the location, this could not be done, so the replacement had to be done on-site. By now it was 2:15 AM. The convoy commander asked how long it would take.
Know what the mechanic said? “Sir, you get the engine here, and I will finish before you drink your first cup of coffee”. Three hours to change an entire engine pack, in the dark, on a muddy hillside, freezing cold with snow coming down at a blizzard rate, and with few tools. What he did have was manpower, expertise, and the idea that he WAS NOT GOING TO BE THE REASON THE MISSION FAILED. So about 30 minutes later, a helicopter appeared with a new engine in a sling, lowered it to the ground, and the mechanic, already deep in removal, signed the chit sheet accepting the engine, and off he went.
2.5 hours later, he was done. Just an extraordinary accomplishment.
Here is the purpose of my story: The Military trains each soldier to a specialty, and continues to train, because each skill set is set to be a part of a mission that involves other soldiers, and no soldier wants to be the reason that mission fails. It is a sense of pride.
It is not the training alone that makes them better than their civilian counterparts; it is also the conditions in which they must perform their tasks.
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