Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Since last time

This summer has been quite busy so far. To start with, the first week after classes our graduating class (2012) had a week of cadre training, which basically consisted of getting yelled at and "taught" by a bunch of drill sergeants. Not as bad as I thought it would be, they're basically a bunch of big teddy bears.
Immediately following that week was graduation week, and during this week I was supposed to be doing range week (although I'm already qualified on pistol, they want everyone to qualify this summer in their respective range weeks). However, on Monday morning of that week the entire campus lost electricity. Now if you're like me this doesn't sound too bad. And indeed it wasn't, at least for the first day or so - it was like an adventure, camping, almost. But by day 2 it started to suck BIG TIME. In order to fully understand why, realize this: all our toilets are electrically operated, and the steam for hot water was dependent on one old generator that only ran for about a day. So for a few days there, we'd have to bring buckets of water into the heads and flush them "manually". For some reason, people wouldn't flush the toilets themselves, either. So when a few of us got selected to do it we'd have to suit up and go flush down a few people's worth of waste in each toilet. Eventually the academy command brought in a generator to power one of our annexes and we all moved to that annex until power was restored (about a week later).
The following week was CATP (Cadet Aviation Training Program). This was the best academy-related week I've had since reporting two years ago. A group of 16 of us travelled to Mobile, AL for a week of flying in our service's aircraft, and since they were super chill down there and let us leave just about whenever, it was basically a week of vacation with some flying thrown in (which was awesome), hanging out in the south with some of my best friends. I flew a helicopter for about half an hour, got hoisted into a helicopter out of the bay, went to the beach several times, went to New Orleans, it was a fantastic week.
This past week was TBoats week, where a group of 9 of us plus one officer took out 95ft tug boats into the river and learned about ship handling, taking the Conning officer position, taking charge of the deck, line handling, man over boards, anchoring, and mooring/unmooring. It was a pretty decent week, yesterday we were graded on our performance as a crew while doing a man overboard, anchoring, and mooring. To begin with, I love man-overboard drills. As soon as the man overboard is called we immediately throw the rudder over and gun the engines, and basically it's a race to get back to the person and get them out on the first run - a challenge, by any account. So for our graded exercise, we had my friend Hunter taking the Conn (he gave directions for me to steer), I was at the helm, and another friend Rick was in charge of the deck work. Our graded man-overboard drill was our best run of the week, as soon as the person was in the water I had the ship rockin to the side, engine blazing, rudder at 30 degrees right. We made one sweeping turn, lined up the dummy, shot the approach, and picked up the dummy. It was probably around 2-3 minutes, pretty respectable for a first timer crew like ourselves. All in all it was a pretty cool week and I learned a ton about shiphandling in general, which was the point.
Now it is the weekend and I'm probably going to spend it with some friends a few miles north of here. Also, it is now less than 1 month until R-day, when I assume the role of drill sergeant for the class of 2014. I am already getting ancy.
Until next time,
-Storm

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Buried Classmate

Yesterday I buried a classmate of mine. A member of the great class of 2012 died last week, and this week our entire class shipped down to Maryland to honor his life at the wake and funeral.

Although I didn't personally know Kenny Link (1990-2010), I have heard nothing but positive things about him. It was terribly sad for me to see his family and their pain, and it was especially sad for me to see some of my classmates hurt over the loss. If there is one thing that I have really seen through this whole experience, it is that the service I am in is truly a huge family. We take care of our people and are always there for each other.

I regret that I never talked to Kenny, I passed him several times in the passageways of our dorm, but that was during 4/c year when we couldn't talk to each other outside of our rooms. He was, however, a member of my class, and as such I am happy to have had the opportunity to honor him at his memorial.

This loss has really made me think about my priorities in life. The fragility and brevity of life is something that I have dismissed for most of my life, and yet Kenny was younger than I at the same school I attend. He is now gone. It definitely makes me take a long look at what is truly important to me.

I hope I never have to bury a classmate again, or a close friend, for that matter. But what Kenny has taught me is a lesson I won't soon forget, and for that I am thankful. Life goes on, but it is how we live it that defines who we are. I, as I'm sure most of you would agree, would like to leave a legacy behind. Kenny did that.

Now, more than ever, is time to saddle up and start living like God has called me to.


And in a completely unrelated note, after staying the night at the service academy in Annapolis, I am more than confident that I made the right choice for me in coming to the Academy that I attend. I'm sure they have a great program going on, and some people would prefer to be at a large school with limited personality, but I on the other hand prefer a school where the class size is small enough to allow deep friendships with any or all of one's classmates, if they so desire. I would like to see any of the other service academies send an entire class to a town 6 hours away so that they could be part of their classmate's funeral. It was impressive, a bonding experience for our class, and I couldn't be more proud to be part of this organization.

That should just about wrap up my thoughts for the night...
- Storm