A follow-up email from the NCO pulling Christmas duty. I’ve signed him off with his initials:
…Merry Christmas!
…Currently, I’m part of an advisory support team assigned to the Iraqi Training Brigade at Kirkush Military Training Base outside of Kirkush, Iraq. We fall under the Coalition Military Assistance Training Team (CMATT), which is part of the Multi-National Security Transition Team-Iraq (MNSTC-I). Our job is to coach, mentor, and advise the trainers, staff, and officers of the Iraqi Training Brigade (ITB).
We get about 1000 soldiers at a time, and put them through Basic Combat Training. Once done, those soldiers are divided into various MOS schools, approximately half going into the Infantry, and trained in their specialty. ITB also runs an instructor school and our NCO academy has been mentioned in at least one of President Bush’s speeches. We have one battalion here, and another at An Numaniyah Military Training Base. We expect to add another battalion here in the coming weeks. These Iraqi soldiers are trained by Iraqi trainers. Our mission is to focus on the trainers and the people who support them (e.g. S1, S3, and S4). My primary duty is as an advisor to the Infantry School, although I can be spread to other courses to cover personnel shortages.
I’m an Army reservist who came over with one of five detachments from the 80th Division (Institutional Training). We are broken into small teams spread all over Iraq, in positions ranging from staff, logistics, soldier training, officer and NCO education, and the MiTT guys, who actually do combat patrols with Iraqi Army units. All of us coach, mentor, and advise our Iraqi counterparts.
The LTC I mentioned is the OIC of our 17 soldier team; his title is senior advisor. The rest of us are NCOs, and that includes two Australian RSMs, who are the men who are really in charge. It’s a good team, and some of the guys on my team are from my local unit back home.
The 80th Division draws soldiers from all over Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, and Pennsylvania. The LTC and I are both from Virginia, although the LTC is originally from Wisconsin. Some of the soldiers used to augment us were from the 98th Division (Institutional Training), whom we replaced over here, and the 108th Division (Institutional Training). Some were also called up from the IRR. The 80th Division not only had to send 700 soldiers to Iraq, it had to continue to perform it’s training obligations stateside, which meant 60 day Annual Training stints for some soldiers.
Before orders were issued, the 80th asked for volunteers. I was one of over 500 who did. Although I was about to retire, I couldn’t watch soldiers I’d served with–my friends–many of whom I’d known for over 20 years, go to war while I sat at home.
I’ve had family and friends ask me why I volunteered. While the money is good, that’s not the reason. What is it that makes a policeman continue to work a dangerous neighborhood for insufficient pay, while some criminals drive expensive cars and have lots of cash on hand? What makes a farmer continue to hold onto family land, even though he barely breaks even? What is it that makes a volunteer fireman go into a burning house, for no pay, to try to salvage the possessions of a total stranger? It’s faith. It’s faith in your purpose for being on this earth. It’s faith that things will work out the way they are supposed to. It’s faith that what you are doing is right. How can participating in the liberation of millions be wrong? I have faith in this mission and these soldiers. That’s why I’m here.
I’m sorry that this email is so long. I do get carried away sometimes. Christmas has just now passed into the night, and one poor Iraqi Policeman will never forget it, if he survives. An Iraqi Police convoy was ambushed by the bad guys in nearby Balad Ruz, and the poor fellow got shot up pretty bad. They brought him here, and we Medevaced him to Anaconda. He may be a Muslim, but I’ll still say a prayer for him. I’ve met more than one who prays for us.
I should probably end this here.
Merry Christmas,
SSG C. R. S.