Sunday, April 10, 2011

Moving from Camp Deh Dadi II to Camp Marmal

Moving, of course, this is a PITA. Though, this process has proven itself to be much less of an issue than I had anticipated. When I was here last August, living conditions where deplorable. We were packing 20 men into 20 man tents. While this doesn't sound like a big deal, these 20 man tents are great for sleeping but provide very little storage space when packed 20 men to a tent. Envision 20 men in 10 bunk beds and each with an array of A, B, C and carry-on bags. We were also the "invading group", so we didn't get an opportunity to get bottom bunks and we were not very well treated by our hosts. Also, it was here that I had some of my personal equipment stolen. Being apprehensive about coming to live here again is putting it generously.

So, moving to Camp Marmal seemed very overwhelming and oppressive thing to have to do. Getting here was a pain, but that was to be expected. I had to pack up all of my worldly possessions to prepare to relocate. In the process of packing, I was able to leave two very full bags behind (ruck sack and duffle bag). These contained winter or other gear that I will not need for the rest of the deployment and were left in my team connex.

I still have left behind three boxes, a medium sized black footlocker, small green footlocker, and my monitor. I'm not sure how my footlockers are going to rejoin me, though; I think they both weight less than 70lbs each so the guys on DDII could use the army mail system and move them for me for free. But the monitor will travel with a set of equipment that I have packed and ready to return to their owner. I'm most certainly looking forward to taking receipt of my monitor so I can setup my game system again.

I moved with a large green footlocker, backpack, and my mammoth bag. You should have seen me trying to get this stuff on the bird. Especially the footlocker, it was not something that someone could move by ones self. Even now, with it partially unpacked, it is a beast to move around.

Once I get my other boxes in hand, I will have to start the chess/tetris game. We're only permitted to carry so much stuff home. From what we've heard, only 4 bags each. This includes our carry-on item. Anything else will have to be packed into a connex or mailed home at our own expense. Therefore, I will get to start managing what equipment will go into what container and what will stay to the end and what goes home early. My medium sized black footlocker is already packed for home. However, I will have to swap the contents of that box with my largest footlocker or reorganize things drastically. Here is the rub. Anything mailed home has a maximum weight of 70 pounds. I understand the 'why' for the restriction; I just get frustrated when that weight limit leaves huge gobs of space open in my box. Additionally, the large footlocker we were issued here is not permitted to go into a connex and not likely on the plane home. Therefore, I'll certainly have to mail that one home and likely first.

I realize that I was going to have to ship some things, like my monitor, out of my own pocket. However, I wasn't expecting to have to foot the bill for anything of the equipment I came with. Oh well, at least I can claim the mail expenses on my travel voucher and get the money back later.

So, now that I'm back here, I seemed to luckily score myself the cream of the crop of living conditions. I've got a bottom bunk and a back corner. The rear corner bunks are the most coveted because they provide the most privacy and you only need to have 2 walls to create that privacy. The reality of the situation is that by walls, I really mean curtains. I'm currently using my poncho liner as my primary curtain. The rest of the space is covered by a towel at one end and a wall locker at the other. Don't get me wrong, this is a great setup, though, it doesn't compare to what I had kicking when I was at DDII. I have a feeling that as time goes on, I'm going to acquire more materials so that I can improve my living space. So, it seems that the next few months are not going to be the as much torture as I had previously anticipated.

For those of you that are interested, my new address is the same as my first address. I will be sending out an e-mail with this address, just in case it has been misplaced. If you do not receive this message, ping me through some means and request it. I'm sure if you want my address that you know a way to find me.

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Saturday, April 9, 2011

Should Actors Be Accountable For Their Known/Anticipated Effects

I'm not going to voice an opinoin to the already present discord.  Instead, I'm just going to provide you with this link to stir your thoughts.
 

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Friday, March 25, 2011

2011 PT Test

I took my PT test this morning. I got myself all hyped up on energy
drinks early (just after i rolled out of bed I took my first drink).
I did my pre-PT test ritual (I'll leave out the details) and was out
at the assembly area for 0545. Wow, was today ever windy. I'm
actually surprised that they gave the go-ahead for taking the test.
Anyway, the PU & SU went well, as expected. I did 43 PU and 59 SU.
Once the SU event was over and I was done holding the feet of the next
soldier to test, I took my "insurance" shot. I had a 5-Hour Energy
drink that I was saving for this. It was then that I took it. That
gave me about 15-20 minutes for it to kick in and then it was start
time for the run.

When we assembled at the start line, I was pleased to find that the
line I was using for the start was wrong. Therefore, I started the
run with a little more confidence. The line I was using was about 25m
longer. Previously in the week I was doing 2 mile training runs.
Tuesday's run was a nice 16:35 time. However, I did that without
doing any PU or SU before hand. Also, I found out that I shorted the
track by a couple 10's of meters. Then on Wednesday I gave myself a
complete mock test. I did my PU & SU (42 & 52 respectively) and set
out for my run. Knowing this time that I had shorted the day before,
I ran the correct distance (plus my longer start line) and came in at
a scary 18:37. That certainly didn't help my confidence.

Anyway, today I approached the line and I was riveted. I was ready to
go. It was interesting, I was the first off the line. Though, I was
passed quickly by a over-adventurous younger soldier. Within 50m I
caught him. He burned himself pretty quickly. So, I kept my pace.
After I regained the lead of the pack, I held it for quite a time. I
was approaching the 3/4 mile mark before I was overtaken. I was
surprised that I held it for that long. Granted, I wasn't running
with the entire company, just the PT failures and overweight
population. I was only one of a few that were taking a record test
because the others were just a diagnostic. Their record tests will be
next month.

The course we ran was a U shape and caused us to have some pretty
funky effects due to wind. So, once I made the second turn to toward
the 1 mile mark, I had the wind at my back and all was going well. I
was shocked when I got to the turn. I had covered the first mile in
just 7:45. That is about 45 seconds faster than my typical pace. It
was at this point that I had a clear impression that I was going to
pass.

I was the 3rd person to the turn. On the way back to the wall, we had
the wind at our face. It was just sheer will that I pushed thru. It
was at about the 1 1/2 mile mark that I hit my "wall". My legs wanted
to give in; my lungs were screaming; I wanted to stop. But, I knew
that I just needed to survive another 1/2 mile in order to lock in a
passing grade. I pushed thru. When I reach the point of having
approximately 400m to go, I opened my stride. I tried to suck wind as
quickly as possible. I wanted to sprint from there. I knew if I did,
I'd kill it, so I didn't. I held off and it was good that I did.
When I reached the 100m mark I felt that I was close on time. There
was a runner in front of me that was being paced by others. I heard
someone say something about "17 minutes". However, I ignored that and
pushed on, hoping against hope.

The last 100 meters were hell. I wanted to stop, I felt like I was
about to puke, my legs were burning, they were feeling very heavy. My
breathing was rapid, I was at my peak heart rate (or so). It was pure
desire that got me over the line. When I crossed the line all I heard
was the second. "34". "34" what? 17:34? 16:34? I had to ask my
grader. He gave me the news and it was good. I crossed the line with
26 seconds to spare. 16:34! I punched my arms in the air and tried
to yell, but the best I got was a gaspy squeak. Apparently it was an
ambiguous sound because my peer (B Co 44th ESB C&E Maint NCOIC) came
over to see if I were ok and if I was victorious or defeated. I was
pleased to tell him it was a "GO".

So, after the test was completed, I hung around encouraging the others
that were going to their knees and all after crossing the line. We
had a couple of people puke, myself almost being one of them. I was
lucky, mine was just a burp. :) Anyway, after the finish line started
to break-up, we headed over to the TOC to weigh in. I am at the max
weight for my height and age (age 32, 5' 8 1/2", 183 lbs). If I were
to put on any additional weight, I will have to get tape measured to
confirm that I'm below some body mass index value in the 20's. I
think 22 for active duty and 24 for NG.

So, my next objective is to drop some weight. I'm not sure how, but
it is on my focus list. 15-20lbs drop would be awesome.

I have been told that the E6 promotion list comes out in May. I
expect that is when I'll finally get to wear my rocker. Today I
passed my PT test which will certainly keep me as a go for my
promotion. I think it is just a matter of biding my time and it will
come.

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Friday, December 24, 2010

Poetry?

You all know that a poet I am not.  However, while I was walking to work this evening [just a hair under a 1/2 mile], I had the start of a thing just come to me.  I didn't try to make it rhyme or force on it any specific pentameter in mind.  Not being an expert on the subject, it is possible that it is within some standard form.  Anyway, it is just a little something:

Here I sit waiting for the phone to ring. 

To whom do I await such a call, but no one. 
For a silent phone means that all is well

It is Christmas morning and far away I sit.

I wish that everyone else is happy and well.
I hope that my sacrifice is appreciated by all.

It is my hope that everyone should know what they have.

Have and hold; See and surround them.
Their creature comforts to all of their freedoms.

I serve my country to preserve our rights.

To maintain what we have and provide it to others.
Why can't they see how this can help them?

I'm not sure I exactly like it or feel that it is even complete.  But it is what I have at this time and I wanted to share.

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Thursday, December 16, 2010

The Pillars of the Earth

When you begin to read your first book from an author new to you, the relationship always starts tentatively.  This one was especially tentative since the author admitted to be branching out of his comfort zone.  Between this admission and the discussion about writing about churches and cathedrals, I was concerned.  In fact, despite the fact that I had received 2 very strong and credible recommendations about this book, I held my reservations about the topic and delayed the commencement of reading for a couple of weeks.  It happened to be a trip to another camp which spurred me into cracking into the book.

WOW!  I will start off by saying that I am SO glad that I was gifted this book AND I took the time to read it.  Even with such an interesting motivation for the author, the story and breadth of the subplots was masterfully written.  This book was interesting from page one and it never quit.  There was never a lull in the story which gave you an opportunity to disengage.  The characters are very well rounded and they develop so quietly that, before you know it, you could swear that you knew them personally.  During the climatic events, you are not just drawn in as a spectator, but feel that you ARE there and genuinely share in the feelings of the characters.  All thru the book, during the ups and the downs, the captivation did not end; except, of course, when the book ended.  Even then, you finish wanting more. 

As for the cathedral aspects of the story, I recommend that you have your favorite dictionary or dictionary website handy (or just Google Image Search) so that you will be better able to imagine the details of the building as it is intended.  Quite frequently there are concepts that are introduced that are not immediately made clear as to what they are.  Unfortunately, much of the Google images search capabilities are crippled on the Army communications network.  There will be concepts which you may think you are familiar with, but seeing them makes a world of difference.  For example; what does a cloister look like?  For me, the word brings to mind the concept of protection.  Well, what protection are they talking about in the building of a church or cathedral?  Well, the walkways of course.  The monks, priests, and bishops don't want to have to be exposed to the elements when they are walking from their refectory or quarters to the church.  However, if you don't see images of this construct while you are reading the book, it will certainly ruin the image which the author is trying to create.  Even with my internet access being severely limited and filtered, I found another, albeit, unlikely source of reference material.  Around the time that I began reading The Pillars of the Earth, I started to play Assassin's Creed.  Assassin's Creed happens to be within the same approximate time period.  While I was playing the game, I started to notice the construction techniques and concepts which were presented in the book.  I would occasionally find myself saying, so that is what the cloister could look like or the flying buttress or otherwise.  I found the parallel to be quite interesting.
 
I am pleased that I have also been gifted the sequel.  I am very much looking forward to be sucked back into the medieval world of Ken Follett contained within the pages of World Without End.

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Sunday, December 5, 2010

Challenge Coins

The Challenge Coin is a small and interesting part of the military eco system.  Wikipedia has a full description of the coins and their history.  Anyway, the reality of these coins during my service has been that the coin represents an impromptu award for recognition of actions taken but without the formal award process.  Coins are typically marked with the rank of the person handing them out.  In my career, I have now earned 3 such coins.  Two of them are from the battalion level [LTC/CSM] and the other is from division [Major General].
 
I hold my first coin most dear because 1) it was my first, 2) I worked the hardest to get it and 3) two stars is going hard to top.  My second coin was earned because I had the winning design in the LTC's contest.  So, as advertised, I received the first minted coin for my victory.  My last coin, well, that is why I'm writing this update.  It is a "special" one.  Before I go into the actions taken to be the recipient of the coin, I want to elaborate more on the receipt of a coin.
 
Everyone in which I have questioned within my unit and upcon unit have agreed, the receipt of a coin is almost universally given for a special/specific action which was recognized by command.  I've heard of recipients being recognized just about anything, however, I've never heard of a coin being given because someone wanted rules broken.  Typically, rules are in place to maintain control, organization, and harmony.  With receipt of this, my latest coin, there is a deviation in that universal assumption.
 
So, lets paint the picture.  I'm in my full battle-rattle, standing in my bunker, doing my part at the Entry Control Point [ECP].  I am the ranking person at the point at this time.  It was late morning and we receive a guest.  A SSG approaches our bunker with a piece of wood in his hand.  When he reaches our position he slaps the wood item face down against the bunker and requests for the soldier in charge.  This question was vague since he could have been asking for the Sergeant of the Guard or for me.  Anyway, I didn't think about this distinction when I answered as who he was seeking.  His question was simple and reasonable (IMHO).
 
This SSG described that their battalion commander was coming in at a later time that day and would like to mount an augmentation to the camp welcome sign.  The idea was intriguing and thus I wanted to hear more.  So, he flips over the sign to further drive his point home.  The sign he produced indicated, "AND NOW WITH MORE MOUNTAIN".  I just about lost it.  I thought it was too damn funny.  After granting permission, he reached out and shook my hand.  Within his hand was a coin from his unit.  It was so quick & quiet that the other guards didn't even know that I got it.  Regardless of the coin, I would have granted it.  Likewise, I still would have helped him put up the sign.
 
So, you're likely sitting there questioning the "breaking the rules" part of the awarding of this coin; which rules?  Well, a guard can be given two types of orders; general and special.  Each of our general and special orders are posted inside our bunker.  Two of the special orders were written with tower guard in mind, but are easily converted over to the bunker used at ECP duty.  The rules in question were somewhat as follows:
  • Guards shall not modify their tower in any way
  • Guards shall not vandalize their tower
Since the welcome sign was part of my bunker (i.e. tower) this vandalizing was also a modification.  Having permitted this SSG to put up this sign was an explicit violation of both.  The interesting thing is that the SSG mentioned that the battalion commander was not on site, therefore, the LTC couldn't have been the granter, therefore, the battalion CSM must have been the wheel greaser.  Regardless of whom authorized the coin's dissemination, I'll happily take a 10th Mountain coin any day for any reason.
 
I thought it was interesting and anyone which has received such a coin will likely find this odd.

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Thursday, December 2, 2010

Combat Zone PT Test

Welcome to combat in the 21st century.  This is a time when typical garrison activities are carried forward to the war zone.  In my short time as a forward soldier I have been exposed to some activities which are typically assumed to be limited to garrison.  I sometimes wonder if the chain has forgotten that we're at war and in a combat zone.  I have been instructed on some camps to salute, wear a reflector belt after dark (isn't it an objective to stay concealed at night?), stand in formation, be subject to in-ranks inspection, attend a board, and even put vehicles "on line".  I do understand the purpose of C2 [Command & Control] and some of these things are safety related or traditional or developmental activities, but the one that I find most frustrating is the PT test, albeit a diagnostic.
 
I can respect the fact that PT is a required activity and is pushed heavily by the chain.  I acknowledge that the chain has to push because otherwise soldiers are going to be lazy and attempt to sham out of it, unless they are really into lifting and/or body building.  I am not a fan of either, yet I respect the fact that I need to maintain my physical fitness or my ass will get fat again [and not really my ass, but aside the point].  Also, if I fail to maintain my training, I will slide backward in my pursuit of maintaining a level of training which commiserates with the requirements of the APFT [Army Physical Fitness Test].  I have test failures which haunt my army career and I wish to quash any further shortcomings.
 
So, for a while since arriving at my camp of assignment, I was using Insanity as my training of choice.  I successfully completed Phase I before scheduling conflicts and technical issues prevented further progression to Phase II.  Anyway, for those not familiar with Insanity, it is another video workout routine as distributed by Beach Body [the distributers of P90X and others].  This routine is 100% cardio and personal resistance; there is not a single weight or apparatus required to complete any workout.  As with P90X, there is a periodic test to evaluate one's progress in the system.  From the first week to the 5th week, there was a massive change and that would have continued thru the 9th week except that we hit an insurmountable wall.  Anyway, from the time that we stopped using the routine to the PT test was between 2 & 3 weeks.  When I stopped doing Insanity, I stopped doing PT entirely except once the PT test was announced.
 
What?  PT test?  Who takes a PT test in the combat zone?  Anyway, the unit in which we are UPCON [not exactly attached, but we report up thru their chain regarding operations but not for administration] to required that we participate.  I thought that this would be an interesting test to see exactly how much Insanity lent to the testing requirements.  From November 20th thru Nov 30, I may have run 4 times.  This is significant as I would soon learn.  November 20th was a camp wide 5k run for charity to celebrate Thanksgiving.  I had high hopes for my time for this run.  My hopes were dashed early.  We were running a 3 lap course and my lap times were as follows:
  1. 9:45 
  2. 20:30 
  3. 33:02
Thirty-three oh two?  WTF?  What happened to when I could run 4 miles in 35 minutes?  Well, apparently that was long gone.  Anyway, I would soon learn during my next training run that we had run further than 5k for that run.  2 laps around the course was 2.25 miles according to my carefully calibrated Nike+iPod system.  This gave me hope since that time was not up to my standards.  Then again, neither was our running surface.
 
The route we used to conduct our 5k "fun run" was the main road in the camp.  However, this road is only marginally better than running in sand; it is compacted gravel.  By compacted gravel, I mean that it was a gravel road created by the engineers and frequently driven enough that there are some ruts which are more solid than others.  It is not uncommon to walk or run on the road and roll an ankle because you've stepped on a rock or something uneven.  So, as you can likely see, we're not talking about a finished asphalt or concrete road.  This surface leaves much to be desired for the purposes of training for the 2-mile run let alone test on it.  For the 5k, the course was circular with one leg in a less driven section which was especially shifty underfoot.  For the PT test, this section was avoided and the course was configured to be a U under the there-and-back premise.
 
So, now that you know what I've been doing for my physical training and what kind of conditions we have to work with, let's talk about the PT test which was conducted on 30 November.  The test was initiated at 0700 and it was a blustery morning.  We were all in our winter PT uniforms to stay warm.  However, during our turns for the push-ups and sit-ups during the test, we'd remove our jackets.  Therefore, I would say that the low temperature certainly wasn't extreme, instead I'd say inconvenient.  By the time that we started the run, the temperature had raised enough to make my short sleeve shirt barely inadequate while we were standing around waiting for the start command.  I wanted to wear my long sleeve shirt but I couldn't find it.  Anyway, while I was running, I had realized that I may have wanted to remove my long pants as well, but it was too late for that then.
 
I woke up this morning in plenty of time to nonchalantly prepare myself and move to the testing location.  My mental status would have qualified as determined and optimistic.  I would characterize my physical status as marginally prepared.  I was concerned about the push-up event because of not explicitly testing myself previous to the test.  Likewise, I was concerned about the run because of my poor results in the 5k and subsequent runs.  Although, I felt that if I were able to put down a good number of push-ups that I would be able to muscle thru the run on sheer determination.
 
Typically when I take a PT test, my goal is to put down 25-30 push-ups before I feel the NEED to rest.  Well, I started out strong, as I typically do, and kept pushing.  I quickly got to 20, then 25, and I wasn't feeling the fatigue that I was expecting at that point.  However, I did slow my pace a bit.  With a slowed pace, I pushed until I had to rest.  That put me at 35 repetitions.  For my age group, I'm required to complete 39 reps to score the event minimum of 60 points.  Well, 35 reps done and just now thinking to rest was an awesome sign.  Well, I didn't use a rest position here; instead, I stayed in the front leaning rest and caught my breath.  Once caught, I progressed forward to complete the next 4.  With my 39th rep completed, I arched my back and took another breather.  Since I had plenty of time and still felt good, I pushed out 3 more reps to get to 42 and called it quits.  I could have done more but I was happy with what I had completed.
 
With approximately 10 minutes until my turn would come around again, my mental attitude was bolstered by this profound showing.  At this point, I was pretty certain that I would manage a go today.  The next event would be the sit-ups.  Once my turn would arrive again, I was ready to go.  My minimum requirement for this event is 45 reps.  I knocked out 51 reps before I needed to stop and rest.  Granted my pace changed from the start point to there, but I had already crushed the minimum.  The soldier holding my feet encouraged me to push out 5 more and I took this under advisement and didn't see the harm since I wasn't feeling any strain.  With the count now up to 56 he requested 5 more.  I took a brief rest, set my mind to it and knocked them out.  I finished the event with a few seconds remaining and 61 reps completed.  What was more impressive to me was that I was able to stand by my own will.   Historically, when I would be completed with this event, I would have to roll out of the position and strongly encourage my body to stand.  Today, this was not even an issue or a thought.  I'm impressed.  Don't get me wrong, there was some tension that indicated that the reps were done, but nothing I felt I need to worry about going into the run.
 
By the time we relocated from the PU/SU area to the 2 mile start/finish line, the tension was gone and I was ready to start.  We were given several more minutes to prepare/cool before starting the run.  I had convinced myself that game day would bring me the extra time that I was lacking during previous trials.  When they started the prep calls for the run, I was mentally & physically ready for this event to start.  I would have to run this 2 mile route under 17 flat to pass the event and, subsequently, the test.  The timing was good.  At the command of "GO!" I was off.  I felt good.  Unfortunately, I was suddenly concerned.  From the start line to approximately the 400m mark, no one had passed me.  I would estimate that I reached a good 550-600m or so before I was passed for the first time.  I tried to keep my pace but it was tapering off despite my desire to the contrary.  Once I was passed, it was like the flood gates had been opened, the stream of passers kept going for a bit.  Once the bulk of people passed me that was the last time I would be passed.  I got to the turn and the news wasn't exactly great but it was discouraging either.  I completed the first mile in 8:25.  This would give me exactly 8:35 to complete the second mile.  That would be a daunting achievement but I didn't think it was impossible.  I know with how my training runs go that my speed is continually decreasing thru the entire run session.  The first mile is always the quickest.  Would I be able to will myself into achieving this goal?
 
On the trip toward the start/finish line, I would encounter another runner that was a spurt runner.  It appeared that they were doing their best to stay in front of me.  Each time I would get close to them, they would kick it up and run away from me.  Then, once they reach a certain point, would drop to a brisk walk again until I would catch up.  This lasted the entire back stretch until their pace dropped below the average of my pace and I overtook them at the first turn.  This first overtaking didn't last long, for they pushed to pass me once again.  By the time that I reached the second and last turn, I had managed to complete the pass and keep them behind me.  Knowing that I was around 800m from the start/finish line, I started to extend my stride again and begin my kick.  I have been training enough at known distances as of late (last year or so) that I've learned how to progressively build up my kick over a longer distance.  From the 800m point to the 300m mark I was smoothly transitioning from my distance speed to my finish speed.  At the 300m mark was when I attempted to get from jog/run to run/sprint.  As I approach the finish line (< 50m), I can hear the time keeper reading off times.  I can hear the numbers are in the single digits, but I didn't catch the whole minute.  So, I push out the last bit with everything that I have left.  The only number I hear clearly when I cross the line is 13.  What 13 is it?  Could I have really run the 2nd mile so that it was 16:13?  Doubtful.  I'm thinking, come on timekeeper, what minute?  Well, there wasn't anyone on my heals, so I had to ask.  Gah!  It was 17:13.
 
So, again, I have managed to fail yet another PT test.  Was this failure really my fault?  Was the course the correct distance?  Was the course fair?  Regardless, it didn't matter.  It was only a diagnostic test.  Pass or fail, it didn't count.  Well, was it my fault?  I guess I could have run independently more such that I would have known that I would have passed.  No training can adequately replace the act of running; not Insanity, not P90X.  According to my Nike+iPod says the distance was correct.  Therefore, the only variable left was the condition of the course.  It wasn't unduly hilly.  The only thing that I can say is that it isn't a solid surface like asphalt or concrete.  Overall, we've seen people's run times reduced by as little as a minute to as many as 3.  I honestly feel that if I were to retake the test right now on a concrete or asphalt route that I'd pass.  Well, not this moment because I managed to pull a muscle during the test which would severely hinder my ability to do push-ups.  Am I disappointed in failing, yes.  Am I discouraged due to this failure, no.  I think I'm in as good of physical condition at this time as I could have asked to be if I were at home; likely better.
 
So, in summary, I'll get it beat next time regardless of location.  And, if I'm lucky enough to get to take my next test after April 6, I will certainly pass.  As I get to move up to the next age brackets with my next birthday.  How exciting!

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Blog Updates

Any and all of my readers which have returned with me, thank you.  I appologize for my log absence, but I have a very valid reason for it.   As most of you know, I'm not at home, not even close.  Instead, I am 9.5 hours ahead somewhere in Afghanistan doing my part to contribute to the efforts of OEF.  My unit is moving from the state of installation to the state of sustainment.  Therefore, things should begin to become more regular around here.  Regularity will produce predictability, particularly where internet access is concerned.  I hope that this will be the start of regular updates thru the duration of my deployment.
 
Up to this point, internet access has been available if you are able to find a laptop which is unlocked at the TOC or have the time to visit MWR.  I was visiting MWR frequently for a while and found that their 30 minute limit to be frustratingly short.  It got to the point that by the time that I was done checking my e-mail and backlog of FB updates that my limit would be over.  Then I would have to stand in line again if I wanted to do any shopping or would like to respond to e-mails or stuff on FB.  Then, there is the army network.  Unless you have been fortunate to be provided a machine and a connection, obtaining network time during business hours is about impossible.  On top of that, FB and many other resources which I would love to use is blocked on the army network.  The site blocking system just so happens to include Blogger (blogspot.com) by Google as a forbidden site.  The only way that I'm even able to post this update is via e-mail.
 
So, as of this point, please check back at a regular interval as I hope that I'll have posted some new content!

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