The latest letter from Amanda is 14-pages long so I will share the letter with you in installments.
Put on your “Full Battle Rattle” for this one!
Letter Ten Dated August 19, 2012 ~ Part 1
Hola Rental Units!
OMG! I’ve been so busy!
Let’s start with Monday. We woke up at the normal time, 5 am, and did an Ability Group Run (AGR). We ran 3 miles in 24 minutes. It’s not too fast or far from what I’ve done in the past, but for some reason, it killed us all. Especially those with injuries. Maybe it is because we are running in formation.
After the AGR, we put on our “Full Battle Rattle” (bulletproof vest, load-bearing vest, Army combat helmet, assault pack, and Camelback) and marched to the Engagement Skills Trainer (EST) where we practiced firing with everything on. While we waited for our turn, we had “Concurrent Training.” That is where we practice what we will be doing later that week. We all hate Concurrent Training. It feels repetitive and pointless. We understand that “practice makes perfect,” but Concurrent Training is like fake practicing considering the real training is the real practice for battle. It is like you have your soccer game (battle), practices (training), moving like you’re going to kick the ball when you don’t have a ball (Concurrent Training).
Now that everyone has formed cliques and made friendships, Concurrent Training is also where we get yelled at more because it is so much more tempting to talk and f**k off. Luckily we didn’t have to do a lot of the crawling in the sand bullshit I was dreading because it was a Heat Cat V. Well, everyday is Heat Cat V, but that day it felt like Heat Cat XXV. We had to march back in that disgusting heat.
I took the bus to the hospital to reload my pain meds for my ankle. Now that my ankle is starting to feel better, I can stay with the main group during AGRs. I rarely find an occasion where I need to take the pain meds 3x a day. They make me sleepy and a little out of it. Plus, unless it is a big physical day (i.e., road march, AGR, etc.), then I’m just loading myself up on them and they don’t really do the trick when I need them.
There are two people here with horrible injuries and they are afraid to go to the hospital this late in the game. You don’t get to Week 7 and fall out. One has a knee injury and we are pretty sure it is torn. The other has hip pain. I know that doesn’t sound like a big deal, but at Fort Jackson it is standard when there is a hip complaint to immediately be put on crutches and have a bone scan in case of stress fractures. So, I’ve been saving my meds away like you store food for a bad winter. Also, I save them for big events, like for our final Physical Training test next Saturday (Already! Can you believe it?)
Monday ended with dinner chow, mail call, shower time, and bed because Tuesday was going to be a hell of a day.
Tuesday we had Muscle Failure Physical Training and Advanced Rifle Marksmanship (ARM), which includes shooting at close range while moving like what they are doing in Iraq and Afghanistan now. Basic Rifle Training (BRT) is just prone and kneeling position while firing at pop-up targets anywhere from 50 – 300 meters away. Both have their challenges. BRM takes a lot more skill shooting-wise. Trigger squeeze, breath, aim. All that can f**k up your shot. In ARM however, you quickly lift your weapon and shoot. But because you are in full gear and moving, it is much more physically exhausting. It is pretty fun though. We were using laser sights so you never miss. You can’t help but feel badass.
Later that night, once it got dark, we shot wearing Night Vision Goggles (NVGs) and infrared lasers. That was really cool too. Those things are amazing. Hard to get used to though because you have no peripheral vision, so you feel clumsy walking around. Or, maybe you just feel hammered.
Oh, this day we were shooting M-4s. The M-4 has a smaller barrel so it weights a little less by itself, but we had the lasers and close combat optics mounted on it, making it heavier. Supposedly, the M-16 only weights 7 pounds, but when you are getting smoked holding it above your head for 30 minutes, it feels more like 75 pounds.
The only problem with using all this badass equipment was we only have 30 lanes set-up during the day and 10 lanes at night. We have more than 10 NVGs but when you have a bunch of brand-new shooters firing live rounds in the dark, you want to have plenty of safety, so each lane needed a Drill Sergeant. So, while we waited, we did more Concurrent Training. Awesome.
However, next week is grenade throwing so that was one of our Concurrent Training stations. I was in charge of the grenade section seeing as I’m the only one who has actually thrown live grenades. God, that felt good. I honestly love teaching. Absolutely no one wants to be a Drill Sergeant because it sucks. You have to deal with dumbass Privates, repeat yourself over and over, and you work way longer hours than any other non-deployed soldier. But (and this is something I would never tell my Platoon or Drill Sergeant), part of me thinks I would enjoy the job in the future. It was a lot of fun. People actually enjoyed my lane because I made games of it and used analogies to explain procedures. I explained why we do each step so everyone understood it, instead of just blindly obeying orders and following like cows in a herd.
All that made for an epic-long-day. You can’t shoot with NVGs until it is dark so that didn’t start until 2100 (9:00 for you civilians), which is normally lights-out. People were on the range until midnight. Then, we loaded on a bus and moved to a second range where we were to sleep until 3 am and then do more shooting in the dark. Since we were only getting a few hours of sleep, I didn’t bother with my sleeping bag. I just took out my poncho, laid down on it, and passed out. 3 am rolls around and fire guard wakes everyone up. We all packed up and start personal hygiene. I got a battle buddy to come with me to the use the latrine. The bathroom felt like it was a mile away because I was so tired, but it was probably just a football field. I got back and no other Platoon was moving and no Drill Sergeant in sight. We all passed out again. My poncho was packed-up so I just curled up on the ant-infested sand they have in South Carolina. Drill Sergeants didn’t wake us up until 0615!!! We were all so pissed and confused as to what was going on. Apparently, that night, the Drill Sergeant figured rushing to get night shooting done at 3 am with Privates who had no sleep wasn’t smart. So, they changed back to normal wake-up time. They just forgot to tell us. Cool.
Oh, I forgot to mention that at the beginning of the week they chose a Platoon Guide, Assistant Platoon Guide, and 4 Squad Leaders. I wasn’t picked. I was kinda shocked and disappointed in myself. A lot of people were surprised. I have no idea why I wasn’t picked. It could be because I already have a lot of responsibilities. Could be because they are given to people they want to see more from, or it could be because I have been slipping recently. I don’t know why I have. I’ve just been exhausted and frustrated with everyone so I’ve learned to pick my battles, like when it is important to square people away. I’m just so sick of people who don’t know what they are doing telling me what to do, so I’ve been kinda ignoring people. That way, I don’t go ape shit on someone and get kicked out.
So yeah, we had two long-ass days in the field on the shooting range. Lots of fun, but like I said, exhausting, It is hot, the gear is heavy, your back and shoulders ache, neck hurts, and your constantly soaking wet with sweat. That means every time you sit, are in the prone, kneeling, or whatever, that sand sticks to your uniform and rubs in all the worst spots. It is crazy. Oh, and the smell!! OMG!! Horrible!!
Anyone else exhausted after reading what Amanda is going through? What the hell is “Muscle Failure Physical Training?”
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allthingsboys said:
Really exhausted! It’s amazing what they all have to go through.
robincoyle said:
And you? How are you after yesterday?
allthingsboys said:
Ok, thank you for asking. It was a relief to find out at around 2 pm there would not be 4 caskets. It was really on my mind and I was weepy all morning trying not to think about it. Apparently it was on everyone else’s mind as well, because several people asked me. But since they decided on cremation, that made things easier. Still, I had to find a dress to wear since a recent 10 extra pounds meant my go to didn’t fi anymore, 😦 take food to he church, get a pedi as my runners toes weren’t fit for public viewing, and various ans sundry other errands. At 4:30 we did a get together at the catholic school where the kids put together photo albums for the dad. Then we went to dinner, and returned for the funeral. We arrived at 6:45 and the parking lot was full (service at 7:30), as well as the sanctuary being about 75% full. I would guess there were about 800 people, maybe? The service went well. Appropriate songs, appropriate homily. No eulogies though which left people feeling a little lacking in closure. I think the concern was what to say about Noah. But afterwards at the reception there was a slide show of the kids–their life, and parents. It was bittersweet and brought everyone to tears. It 10 o’clock before we got home, and I was wiped out. Bugs held up pretty well, but he was exhausted as well.
allthingsboys said:
I didnt mean to sound so flat! I was just thinking about all I didn’t say (there was plenty) which I will email you tomorrow. In a nutshell though, the above will suffice. The last week has really changed my world, and my son’s. Innocence, and naivate ar gone. Sigh….
robincoyle said:
No, you did a good recap here. I hadn’t thought about how they would handle Noah, but you are right. Tricky. He was the shooter, but also a victim. Thank goodness there weren’t caskets. That would be too much to bear. No wonder you and Bugs were (are?) exhausted. What a day for you and your community. What a day. Now, I wish you time to heal and peace in your heart. I’ll watch for your email.
XOXO
Russel Ray Photos said:
They don’t pick people to be leaders who are already leaders. That would defeat the purpose of trying to develop leaders. The best time to develop leaders is when they are under no significant pressure to be leaders.
robincoyle said:
I can’t wait for her to read your comment. I know she was more disappointed about not being picked than her letter lets on. Your comment will help with that. And, you are right.
Russel Ray Photos said:
I graduated from Texas A&M University which has the largest Corps of Cadets outside of the five military academies and commissions more officers for the military than all but the five military academies. In other words, I’ve heard it all, and seen some of it, during the past 39 years.
One of the people that was in Alpha Phi Omega National Co-ed Service Fraternity with me was David Rubinstein. He was picked to be the leader of his squadron (or whatever) at whatever camp he went to. I was flabbergasted (word from my wise old grandmother). He now is Major General David Rubinstein: http://medicalservicecorps.amedd.army.mil/leaders/rubenstein.html
robincoyle said:
Wow. He is big-time brass in the Army. Impressive career. Thanks for sending the link. I didn’t know that about Texas A & M. What does the A & M stand for. My ignorance is showing.
Russel Ray Photos said:
The initials don’t stand for anything.
A&M was founded in 1876 as the Agricultural and Mechanical College of Texas. It was a state military school into the early 1960s, when it’s name was changed to Texas A&M University. It almost became Texas State University, but the rich oil and military alumni succeeded in getting the state legislature to keep the A&M as a connection to the past.
robincoyle said:
No wonder I didn’t know what A & M stood for. Big football school, right?
Russel Ray Photos said:
You now own rights to the greatest understatement of the century.
robincoyle said:
I should have known . . . it is in Texas after all!
Russel Ray Photos said:
Uh, der………lol
maggiemyklebust said:
I’m amazed at the physical and mental strength one musters up in becoming a soldier.
robincoyle said:
It amazes me too. And, after what the kids have been through, it amazes me that anyone stays in the Army.
maggiemyklebust said:
Me too.
Elliot said:
That is tiring just reading about it. What did you think when you read “next week is grenade throwing”?
I think Muscle Failure Physical Training is just where you work certain areas until they give out. For example if you are doing pull ups you might get through e.g. 10. But then you cannot do any more. You try again, then 1 more. Then again, and nothing, the muscles cannot do it. That is called muscle failure (like they have run out of gas). I assume the training is getting out various forms of that. It is good for building and strengthening your muscles.
robincoyle said:
How awful does THAT sound! Training until your muscles fail must be hard.
When I read “grenade throwing,” I thought, Amanda would love that!
originalapplejunkie said:
My gosh!
That did make me tired!
I think they’ve got something better coming that I think will be more suited to her skill and ability..maybe they’re just waiting for her to heal properly..time will tell.. =)
originalapplejunkie said:
#TeamAmanda =0
robincoyle said:
She called this afternoon! The soldiers got to use their phones for one hour. She was “elected” Assistant Platoon Guide.” She was much happier now that she wasn’t passed over for a leadership position. Drama all around the situation. I hope she captures it scene in a future letter for me to share with you.
originalapplejunkie said:
I’m hoping she does too!
I’ll be looking forward to reading it!
*That =O was me screaming by the way =)*
mskatykins said:
Man… it sounds beyond tough! Wow, those injuries sound horrific – you just wonder what long term damage is being done there! Eek!
Glad your girl’s doing alright – you will be so pleased to have her home. Wow.
robincoyle said:
Yes, but I don’t get to have her home. From South Carolina, she goes to Monterey Defense Language Institute. The language school is a 5-hour drive from here, so compared to South Carolina, it is home. And, the school is more like college than kick-your-butt training in the ant-infested, 90 degree weather, hey, let’s run 5 miles for fun conditions.
mskatykins said:
Wow, will you get to go and visit her then?! I don’t know how you’re dealing with it. It must be a real comfort to see the effort she’s making to keep you informed about everything… Good luck to her in this next part of the challenge! 🙂
robincoyle said:
Oh yes, we will visit her in Monterey. It will be great to see her, AND, Monterey is a beautiful place.
on thehomefrontandbeyond said:
I must go to bed now to recover — I cannot imagine doing this in my wildest nightmares – wow – go Amanda go.
robincoyle said:
I’ll bring you an aspirin and a cold compress.
on thehomefrontandbeyond said:
it will have to be tylenol–aspirin upsets my stomach –the cold compress would be good — and all I did was read what she actually does!
Subtlekate said:
Where does she put her batteries. It’s amazing that they can all keep going like this.
robincoyle said:
I agree, but at the end of her letter, she sounded pretty beat. Before she went to Basic, Amanda suffered bouts of insomnia. She said not sleeping is no longer a problem!
Subtlekate said:
That is a serious cure isn’t it. You have a lot to be proud of.
robincoyle said:
But don’t prescribe the insomnia cure to your patients.
Subtlekate said:
Hehe, If I’m feeling particularly sadistic. “So, have you tried the army? Here’s a script, don’t call me in the morning!”
robincoyle said:
That would be funny. “Here is ten weeks of grueling physical and mental activity for you. Stop complaining about sleep.”
Subtlekate said:
I love this idea. 🙂
Maddie Cochere said:
I continue to be amazed at her strength. it says so much about her that she finds joy in what she is doing. I look forward to these posts of yours, Robin, and they never disappoint. 🙂
robincoyle said:
How in the world she finds joy is beyond me. That is why she is in the Army, not me. I am tickled you are enjoying her letters, Maddie.
jmmcdowell said:
How does she find the time and energy to write a 14-page letter? I couldn’t do that on my best days!
robincoyle said:
And, the writing is small! She packed a ton of information in those 14-pages.
roughwighting said:
Fascinating, scary, inspiring – hmm, could be a book!
robincoyle said:
Ha! Someone suggested a screenplay but I said it has already been done . . .G.I. Jane. You won’t be surprised to learn that the movie is one of Amanda’s favorites!
roughwighting said:
No, not surprised, but she has a lot more detail than in G.I. Jane. And I bet she’s prettier and stronger than Demi!!
robincoyle said:
She will love hearing that!
rtd14 said:
You have a brave daughter. She likes teaching and making games out of grenades to teach. She sounds like a natural born leader.
robincoyle said:
Funny to think that she made grenade throwing fun! She is good at explaining things and likes to lead by example. Brave . . . yes. Me . . . not so much when it comes to her safety.
T. W. Dittmer said:
She’s doing it, and shining while she does it. There are plenty of opportunities for leadership recognition. Right now she needs to take care of that achilles and get through basic. It’s called basic for a reason.
robincoyle said:
Good point T.W. It would be terrible if something worse happens to her ankle with just two weeks left of training.
Carrie Rubin said:
I feel for those going through this with injuries. The medical side of me recognizes how dangerous that can be; the maternal side of me just wants to hug them.
robincoyle said:
Let’s all go to the base together and give them a group hug.
philosophermouseofthehedge said:
second that. (Is it too late to email that group hugs?)
robincoyle said:
You can, and we can hope it gets there in time.
paulaacton said:
Awww I wanna give her a hug and tell her sergaents they are arses for not picking her as a leader
robincoyle said:
Knowing her, I’m sure she is more disappointed than she let on in her letter.
Lisaman said:
What an amazing daughter you have…I think what she is doing is awesome!!
robincoyle said:
Thank you so much. I don’t know how she does it. Thank goodness this phase of her training is drawing to a close.
annewoodman said:
Your daughter is much more mature than her years. Maybe they have her destined for a bigger role. Sounds like she would be a great role model for young-uns just entering the military. You should feel proud.
robincoyle said:
I like the idea that they might have her destined for some other role. She is a leader by nature and her style is to instill trust, not intimidation.
philosophermouseofthehedge said:
You are probably right and they’ve noticed her…they may want to see how she handles not winning the prize role…defeat tells a lot about a person? Basic is a game – and the players don’t have all the rules to make it more fun…
(ooooo- night googles. fun…if you could skip the other parts.)
Baby that ankle, baby.