Sudden Insight

I had an epiphany while sitting in a tent in a field the other day. One has a lot of time to sit and think in the field, since when infantry soldiers aren't wreaking havoc or preparing to wreak havoc, infantry soldiers relax. It is a liberating concept and lifestyle. Getting back to my illuminating insight, I made an important self-discovery. I am sucker for a smart girl. No really! I could never date an unintelligent woman. Dumb girls leave me cold. Any time I think there is even the least spark of intelligence in a woman's eyes I am intrigued. I could be perfectly happy with smart girl with average looks. Wow... I can't believe I just said that. Maybe I should join MENSA to find a date. Not that they would accept me since I am as dumb as a brick.

Movement to Daylight

I just returned from the latest leg of 2ID's (2nd Infantry Division) field exercise, and we did something called a "movement to daylight". The idea is that instead of sleeping at night a rifle platoon stays up walking till the sun comes up or engaging the enemy. We did both. My platoon is populated by young American super men so we crushed the enemy everywhere we saw him. I am completely serious. One young man single-handedly destroyed 6 enemy tanks. Especially remarkable, since he is considered to be the weakest member of the platoon. Granted, he cannot even carry his weapon, the Javelin missile launcher, into battle; but once there he is deadly.
To be perfectly honest, I haven't been myself lately. I feel as if I have been ill since I set foot in Korea and my body is showing signs of wear and tear. Walking for eight hours in sub-freezing weather and not sleeping was a particularly cruel thing to do my body. My body returned the favor by giving me excruciating cramps in both my inner thighs. I was nearly completely debilitated since I could not extend my legs and thus could not rise off the ground. Believing myself to be dehydrated, I ripped my shirt off and administered an IV to myself with the help of three NCO's in my rifle platoon. After some consideration, I realized that dehydration wasn't likely since I'd been guzzling fluids all day. The pain was just from disuse and not stretching my muscles at all. Fun.

Dispatch From the Field

There are few things more fearsome or effective than an American soldier arrayed in full battle uniform, humanity obscured by various gadgets and weapons, vaguely futuristic in appearance, and bristling with anonymous malevolence. Living with the infantry in the field reveals that the soldiers behind the intimidating facade are barely more than teenagers. The younger soldiers' superiors, the non-commissioned officers, are usually sophomoric 20-somethings who derive enormous amounts entertainment from the antics of the 19 year olds they supervise. I estimate that 95% of infantry soldiers below the E-4 pay grade cannot drink legally in America. Even the senior enlisted soldiers tend to be in their early to mid-thirties or younger. I even lost some of my awe of the company XO when I realized he was younger than I was.
By no means does the youth of my colleagues make me feel superior in any way. I know next to nothing about the military, about the infantry, and especially medicine. Lately, I haven't even been able to initiate IV's, in my opinion one of the most important skills a medic needs to get the confidence of the soldiers he works with. I am really overwhelmed by the amount of responsibility given to me and how little I really know about what I am doing.
I had fun getting dirty with the "Joes" this field problem. I even participated in several raids, much to the discomfort of a nearby aviation brigade. I test fired a 50 caliber machine gun before a mission that involved loading the gun on the back of a civilian cargo truck and unleashing the weapon "A-Team" style on the hapless gate guards. I assure you that the expressions on their faces were priceless.
I am going to cut this post short as I need to clean my gear and sleep.