Egyptian Cotton

I bought myself some indulgently high thread count sheets today in the hopes that sleep will not be so damned elusive this deployment.  A girl can hope, right?

Promo No Go

Gunnar went to the E5 promotion board today.  He was an E5 (Sergeant) when he was enlisted the first time but dropped a couple ranks when he re-enlisted.  He's been an E4-P (Specialist-Promotable) for many months and due to completely stupid circumstances, he has not gone to the board yet.  Lots of factors determine if a soldier is promotable including, time at their current rank, time in service, and an accrual of points.  Then the soldier goes in front of a promotion board where the 1st Sergeants for the battalion and the Command Sergeant Major ask a series of questions to the soldier.  They can include unit and division history, uniform guidelines, Army programs, leadership, how to read a map, land navigation, first aid and many more topics. 

The soldier has to be recommended to the board by a sponsor, usually the platoon sergeant.  When Gunnar's platoon get a new platoon sergeant, one of the first things he said was that he wanted Gunnar to be promoted.  He recommended him to the board and helped to complete his promotion packet.  In December Gunnar's company got a new 1st sergeant and the previous one forgot to hand in the promotion packet.  So no board in December.  January's board was canceled for some reason.  February's board was canceled as well.  Gunnar found out yesterday that they canceled the cancellation and the board was back on. 

He did really well today considering he just found out about it yesterday.  Luckily, I had taken his fancy dress uniform to the cleaners and his boots were shiny as they could be.  He answered all of their questions well.  All of the 1st sergeants at the promotion board voted that he should be E5.  The Command Sergeant Major voted no.  The funny thing is that the CSM doesn't get a vote.  But he voted.  And he voted no.  Because of that, every other soldier that went before the board today was promoted.  All except for my husband. 

I am mostly shocked.  And sad.  I feel awful for how Gunnar must be feeling right now.  He isn't home from work yet, even though all of his co-workers were released hours ago.  He will have another opportunity to go to the promotion board "down range" aka Afghanistan.  I hope he gets it there because it's well known that he deserves it.

Clearly, hard work doesn't always pay off. 

Paratroopers Jumping

Gunnar had a jump this week.  Typically they will stop permitting soldiers to jump so close to a deployment because they are trying to avoid injuries.  It's typical however, for his unit to disregard some things like that.  Thursday was the scheduled jump.  Gunnar went out to the drop zone area early in the morning.  Fort Bragg has several drop zones and he gave me directions to come out so the kids and I could watch him.  He missed an all-important detail and instead of taking a left I went straight for many miles down a dirt road through some remote area of the Army base that I'm undoubtedly not permitted to traverse.  I'm talking dirt roads alongside shooting ranges.  The only sign of life I saw was a handful of soldiers walking with lots and lots of gear and weapons.  There was a truck following them.  They looked tired and like they'd been walking forever.  My first thought was to see if they needed a ride, because that's the kind of gal I am.  Then I was wondering why the hell the guy in the truck wasn't letting them ride with him.  I also wondered if I was supposed to go 40 mph down a bumpy dirt road in the middle of the woods.  Eventually Gunnar realized he gave me bad directions and I had to turn back and go around the guys that were still walking!  They looked at me like I'm nuts.  I looked at them like they're nuts for walking all day.

As it turns out, they were walking 10 or 20 miles or something insane like that.  And the truck is there to pick them up when they physically cannot walk any further.  Walking to exhaustion maybe?  It's called something like that.  Hooah.

So the weather was uncooperative and the ceiling dropped too low so the jumps were canceled.  I drove back home and then the weather got slightly better but it was getting late and there's only so much daylight in January.  So Gunnar spent all day like this...

Naps happen

Jumps were rescheduled for Friday.  It was a beautifully clear day but windy.  Too windy.  I can't believe they made them jump it was so windy.  But they did.  And this is what it looked like...

Sort of hard to see but that's a Sherpa.  And it's adorable.  That's what they were jumping from.

Gunnar and his buddy getting ready to jump

View from the air.  That's the chutes from the other paratroopers jumping.

Drop zone.  The goal is to land there.  It was so windy, it didn't exactly work out that way for some.

Back on the ground!

So Gunnar made it back to earth.  He hit pretty hard and lost consciousness for a moment.  He was evaluated for a mild concussion but everything looks okay.  I get worried because of his previous TBI from the last deployment.  And head injuries are just bad news in general.  He was lucky though and some other soldiers not so lucky.  At least two were sent to the hospital with injuries from the landing.  Here's to hoping for speedy recoveries for those guys. 

Well that's what a jump looks like!  Hopefully he won't be doing this again for a while.  And fingers-crossed, next time maybe on a less windy day.

So much to tell you!

So things around here have been busy, actually busy for the first time in years it seems.  I became involved in things around here all of the sudden.  It's weird and fun.  Here's a few highlights:

• I run a facebook page with a few other girls.  It's for Ft. Bragg Wives and we have over 2000 members.  We talk about lots of different topics and it's a pretty interesting glimpse into the life of a wife around here.  Also, on the page I organize a lot of events like coffee dates, dinner parties, play dates, and meet and greets for new wives at Ft Bragg to come and meet some new friends, make connections and meet people.  I wish there had been a way to connect with other ladies when I first moved here so it's actually nice to provide that for other girls.
• I was just recently asked to become key caller and co-leader for my FRG (Family Readiness Group).  I am in charge of communicating with the other wives while the husbands are deployed, among other things.  I never really saw myself as being part of this group but I'm really happy to help some other ladies through the deployment.  Again, I wish I had that sort of thing around here the first time Gunnar was in Afghanistan.
• I had some sort of role at my kid's preschool organizing field trips but they just banned field trips for the undetermined future so I guess I'm off the hook on that one.

Oh!  By the way, did you pick up on the fact that there's another deployment looming in the near future?  Yep, they're heading out very soon and will be gone for most of the year.  Stupid, stupid war!!!  I'm really nervous about how I'm going to explain this to the kids.  Gus is 5 and starting to understand so much more than he did the last time.  I don't think he really even remembers Dad being gone for so long.  I think it's going to be very different this time and pretty rough for all of us. 

Decisions...Decisions

As soon as we decided we want to be done with Army life, I started second guessing that decision.  I am so worried about going back to civilian life, and Gunnar settling into a career that will be everything we need it to be.  Maybe we should stay in longer?  Maybe he should change jobs and get some sort of training that will be useful in the civilian world?  Maybe we should request a move to Germany for a few years?  See some of Europe while we can?  I just don't know!!!  I feel like I'd really miss the financial and medical stability of the military life.  Is it really so bad all the time?  I wonder if we missed the window of opportunity to make that decision.  The closer his unit gets to another deployment (which still hasn't been officially announced yet), the less likely they are to allow a soldier to transfer out of the unit.  I just wish I felt more comfortable about making this decision.

A Thousand Words

This is the face of a boy missing his father so much it hurts my heart.

He sat there forever just staring at that photo.  I asked him what he was thinking about and he said he just like to think about Dad and remember him.  I think my heart just broke.

Army NTC

Gunnar is spending the month over at Ft Irwin California in the National Training Center (NTC).  It's designed to be sort of a mini-Afghanistan to simulate what a deployment would be like.  It's hot and in the desert and they have a mock village set up and battles etc.  His unit gives us cheerful Facebook updates so we know they are all doing well and working hard.  Here's the link if you want to read one for yourself. 

The only problem is that it's all bullshit.

They aren't doing fine.  They are sick, sunburned and shitting in buckets.  They don't have enough facilities for the number of people that are there.  They aren't being fed for days at a time. 

This is worse than a deployment.  It cost $22,000,000 to send the guys there.  This is the National Training Center and this is the best they can do.  Seriously? 

I certainly don't appreciate being lied to, especially by my husband's employer.  I'm not big into conspiracy theories either, but it's a fair warning to say that you shouldn't believe everything (or sometimes anything) that you read.  I've been able to get only bits and pieces of info since Gunnar's been over there but hopefully he'll be able to give me the full picture when he gets his phone back.  All of the soldiers had to turn in their phones over a week ago and aren't able to communicate with their families. 

The purpose of this training is to make the soldiers ready for a deployment to Afghanistan.  I'd just like to point out that soldiers that have already been to Afghanistan do not benefit from being treated like shit stateside.  They certainly haven't forgotten what it was like to be out in the desert fighting.  Gunnar was deployed already without any of this fancy desert training so it's not an actual requirement before a soldier is deployed. Not feeding people or not giving them places to poop doesn't build a team, or teach them a damn thing.  It breaks down their motivation and their spirit.  Is that what we really want to do to the people we send to war?  I am realizing more and more that while I still support our troops, I have very little support for most of their leadership.  This stuff is pissing me off.