Well, I'm back from a long drill at Camp Pendleton. Whew what a time. How do I even start to describe what went on?! Energy, anger, frustration, giddiness, sadness, impatience, relief...I felt all of this and more over the course of the three and a half days I was there.
Lets start with Thursday night. First formation was at 1900 (7pm for you civilian peeps!), and we were to focus solely on loading the vehicles (Humvees), establishing our radio communication, and getting on the road to Camp Pendleton. Our target time of departure was 2100 (9pm). Well whaddya know, we didn't roll out the gate till 2330 (11:30pm)!!! NOT a good idea...and oh by the way, half the vehicles are running on empty. As part of the senior leadership, I was royally disturbed by this. I won't name names, but I know who dropped the ball. I'm furious. I get on the radio "Lead vehicle, lead vehicle, we do not have fuel. I say again, WE DO NOT HAVE FUEL." Response: "Vehicle 19, we will stop in Del Mar." Ummmm...Del Mar is 25 miles away. Some people are on EMPTY. My responses are ignored. Finally we get to Del Mar, and haha, just kidding, the gas station we were going to stop at doesn't have diesel. Beautiful. Again, I won't name names but someone certainly doesn't know how to recon very well. All of us leaders in the convoy are going into fits. We manage to get to another gas station on our own and fuel all the vehicles. By this time is 0100 (1am). We've still got a long way to go. By the time we get to Camp Pendleton (Talega area) its 0300. Gotta get up at 7 folks...have a good night. (There were more issues before I managed to get to bed, but I'm not even going to go there.)
Three hours after getting to bed, we are woken up in a boot-camp sort of manner- the 1st SGT is screaming his head off that everyone has 8 minutes to be in formation in full battle gear. Ooops..who forgot to tell the 1st SGT we were going to let the soldiers sleep till 7??? I run out the door and try to get my platoon sgt to inform the 1st SGT. Too late...the damage is done. Soldiers are stumbling out of the barracks half asleep. The 1st SGT is still screaming. Total chaos. All the leaders are angry; all the soldiers are confused. At this moment in time, I hate my life. The 1st SGT screams at me and I have no clue what he's so mad about.
Fast forward a couple of hours, and we are at the M249 SAW range. That, at least, went a little better. Everyone does some firing, and feels a little better. I even have a little bit of fun!
Saturday was my range- the MK19 40mm grenade launchers. Awesome! This was actually a pretty cool day. There were some bumps in the morning setting up the range- where's the sandbags??? Oh...aaaahhhh...SGT M. forgot to get them loaded on the 5-ton truck. Beautiful. Send SFC A on an emergency run to go get some! Hose clamps. What the heck are hose clamps??!!! We can use duct tape. Duct tape fixes everything! Yay! You get the picture. I'm in charge- its my range- and its actually pretty cool. My voice gets tired from repeating the commands all day though. I sound like a scratchy recording:
"Shooters, at this time position yourselves behind your weapon. (Pause) Lock and load your weapon. (Pause) Shooters, at this time, fire your ghost round- ghost round ONLY. FIRE! (Pause. Click, click, click) Recharge your weapons. (Pause) Shooters, commence FIRE!!! (Boom, boom, boom!)
The day goes on....some weapons jam, I get a stomach ache and have to sit out for an hour while my OIC takes over, radio checks every half hour, my face is completely dry and I get windburn, people shoot and shoot some more...but overall, its a good day. Success at last! Then more drama occurs in the evening aside from the range, and I get SUPER mad. I won't name names. A meeting gets called. The drama continues. Can I just go to bed now please? Thank you. This day gets a 5 on my scale- 50% good, 50% bad.
Sunday- our last day. Hurry up everybody, I know you all just want to get home! Wake up was at 4am. Rush to the M16 qualification range. I get to do half of the process. At least I know I can make good shot groups! And then finally its time to leave Camp Pendleton! We drove back to the armory, but our work is FAR from done. Weapons cleaning, paperwork, a random drug test, leadership meeting...by this time I'm too tired to even be upset at anything any more! Another female NCO and I are so tired we are getting giddy. Somehow the conversation turns to prehistoric woolly mammoths and we're laughing till tears are in our eyes! What is so funny about woolly mammoths? Nothing...they are only funny after you've been working for 18 hours!
Finally...FINALLY I'm released. I drive home in a daze. I managed to crawl into bed around midnight. Ahhhhh, quiet. And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes my drill story!!!