Report On Ft Hood Texas

Among these leaders was Bravo Company’s 1st platoon’s SFC Robert Gallagher. The platoon endured terrible living conditions including no running water and filthy living space. These inadequate living conditions must be met with some relaxation on the standards they were expected to follow. Company leadership viewed this as a bribe to keep the soldiers in high spirits. In reality, they set the stage for the erosion of the morals the enlisted soldiers are supposed to possess. While the morals were being chipped away, so was the original plan the battalion had hoped to follow. Fragmentation orders became a pseudo-standard for the boys of Bravo Company. What had originally started as short-term overnight patrol bases turned into fortified traffic control points with the exception of any form of fortification other than in notion only. Despite the fact that platoon-level leadership requested for supplies they were repeatedly turned down. A major breakdown in the communication between the leadership created a loss in faith in the higher leadership for the lower-enlisted soldiers on the ground. Very soon into deployment, Bravo Company began to experience contact with unseen enemy forces. The enemy was able to engage and plant IED’s and cause casualties while remaining elusive. After the first few casualties within the company, the mission to start set up traffic control points was to begin. While conducting patrols down the road time and time

Located along the shimmering waters of North Florida's Gulf Coast, many of the homes and condos in lovely Fort Walton are nestled along the ocean, beach or waterfront. Many of the condos are family-friendly, offer internet access, and cable TV. The stunningly beautiful area is a popular tourist destination and is known for its pristine white sand beaches, mesmerizing emerald waters, top-notch golf courses, and much more.

On November 5th, 2009 Major Nidal Malik Hasan opened fire on the Ft. Hood Army base killing 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounding 43 others (Blake, 2013). Major Hasan had become self-radicalized and some feel was pushed to the point of carrying out this heinous act by his upcoming deployment to Afghanistan. His shooting spree was brought to an end after he was shot by base security, wounded but not martyred. He received a military trial and was convicted of all counts and sentenced to death becoming the sixth person awaiting that fate in the military justice system. More than a year earlier

On October 20,2005 at approximately 0500 hours, 5 am for all you Non-Military folks my life changed for the better. I woke up to 10 men and 6 women yelling at the top of their lungs… “Get up, you lazy sacks of shits.” At this point, all I could do was bow my head and ask my Heavenly Father up above, what did I get myself into. Once I opened my eyes and focused on what was going on around me, I thought nothing like this could ever happen in the world we live in. The other soldiers around me were stumbling out of their bunks trying to maintain what the Army calls your military bearing. All you heard was the loud thunderous sounds of lockers being pushed over by Drill Sergeants demonstrating to us what could happen more often in our days to come

PFC Lear, This is where reality sets in. You are moving companies and have a chance for a fresh start. I know that you may have run into some trouble on the 16 SEP 2015 but shouldn't let this define the rest of military career. The time for dreaming big must be balanced with an objectively honest self-analysis about where you are at this very moment, what assets you have to leverage, and what limitations are standing in your way. You have to ask yourself where you would like to take this or if this life isn't for you and go from there. I know I would like to think you for all of the hard work you put in while you were assigned to the S-3 Shop and hope that you will go over there and do the same.

I will begin with a little background and a description of the environment. When I arrived at Sheppard AFB, I was a senior captain, and I was selected as the H-flight commander. This flight had 7 Instructor Pilots (IPs) and 13 Student Pilots (SPs). My job “on paper” was to ensure the SPs

On Thursday, March 30, 2017, I, Cheyenne Adrian Ritter, received a counseling chit from DC1 Brooks. I would like to respectfully make a couple of comments. On Wednesday, March 29, 2017, DC1 Brooks came to CSER3 and asked if I was in the space. My guys told him I was working on the training jackets for CM division’s DITS. He came over to me to tell me that CICO was looking for me to do a spot check. He did not inform me that any training was being held that same day and he knew I was helping my division with DITS. ER09 has never done weekly training during the five months that I have been DCPO until now.

They assigned me to the 12th Aviation Group. I met Colonel Jesse Stewart and Lieutenant Colonel Reuben Pate, the commander and deputy commander respectively and instantly liked them both. In my opening interview, I decided to tell LTC Pate the problems I had in the second half of my last job. I took in the last half dozen OERs and let him read them all. He read them and listened intently. He was impressed that I discussed it up-front and didn’t think the OERs would be a problem. That was the first time I had ever let anyone except Sarah read my OERs. He said; “I’m confident you’ll do a fine job.” LTC Pate assigned me to the Aviation Maintenance Officer position. My job was to move a lagging 75% availability into a respectable 85% or better. I had a Sergeant First Class (SFC) Wiley and a Staff Sergeant (SSG) working for me. They were both enthusiastic and seemed knowledgeable. I told them what our mission was, what to look for in each company, and we started reviewing the

When the doctor’s office called and said it was time for my checkup, I actually looked forward to it. There were twenty fewer pounds of me stepping on that scale and the nurse was happy to see the improvement. She then led me to Examination Room #1, closed the door behind us, and went for the blood pressure machine.

Arriving on base, we pulled up to a building and quickly loaded off the bus and filed in one by one. There were three different people all yelling different directions. Sadly, the Petty Officers who picked us up from the airport, were not Recruit Division Commanders (RDC). My hope of everything continuing to go well was shot down very quickly.

My arrival to the unit was a little chaotic and confusing. The soon to be brigade staff was minimally manned, and we were co-located with whom would soon be formerly known as the Army Contracting Agency (ACA). The ACA was primarily a civilian organization, and did not have a functional staff that could receive and in-process personnel. Therefore, we had to rely on U.S. Army South for support. When I asked my sponsor when our staff sections were going to be established and do we currently have any in-bound personnel to fill those positions, all I got was “That’s you!” At this point, I then realized that the

This new title meant that I was on the front lines with my helicopters, sprinting on the flight line when we received calls of troops in contact, TIC’s as they were referred. It was in these fast paced moments that I was able to think under pressure, lead in the absence of leadership, and apply my technical and mechanical knowledge in a very dynamic environment. Our flight missions did not stop at responding to TICs, but we were also assigned to move within the country, supporting other forces such as the Marine Special Operations Command (MARSOC) in remote areas of the country. For my technical skills, I was also assigned to the Downed Aircraft Recovery Team (DART), in addition to being assigned intermittently as Maintenance Team Leader and Squad Leader. When I returned home in 2012, I had come to the end of my enlistment, and honorably discharged. As Army life came to an end, I drove west back to my hometown of Tucson and the University of Arizona.

While the Commander was talking, I thought about how much this moment meant to me and how happy I was about being here. I stood tall in my crisp uniform and polished boots, my first attempt at doing laundry and polishing boots was a success in my mind. After the Commander gave his final remarks he walked off stage with a moment of peace following, a loud slam of a door interrupted that peace. The slam was trailed by what seemed to be hundreds of drill instructors roaring in barking orders. I stood in line with 35 other cadets, as the drill instructors individually examined us as if through a microscope. It was my turn; as I stood face to face with two drill instructors I was not worried. Then a single dog hair was found on my uniform along with several wrinkles, I was quickly on my face doing pushups with drill instructors around me yelling at the top of their lungs. This quickly washed away my arrogance, it

It was September 20th of 2011 when I stepped aboard a bus heading to Recruit Training Command in Great Lakes, Illinois. It was rather dark in the bus as I sat there next to other young men looking just as nervous and scared as I was since none of us knew what our ordeal would be for the upcoming 2 months. I was thinking to myself “man what the hell am I even doing here?” and then without me even paying attention to where we were outside; the bus came to a halt. As soon as the bus stopped this man came aboard and said to all us “get the fuck out the bus right now!” and all of us got up as quickly as humanly possible and started exciting the bus double-time. As we were heading into the building at a rather spry pace, the man kept screaming and swearing at us making us even more nervous for none of us had a clue on what would really be happening in the upcoming months.