Saturday, April 16, 2011

Atlas Shrugged

(Note: ~!@#$% Internet Explorer and its formatting BS!) After decades of false starts, they finally made a movie out of Atlas Shrugged. It premiered today, and I went to see it. :) I had to drive over 80 miles to Raleigh, as there were no theaters in Fayetteville showing it. But it was worth the drive! It's been a long time coming... I'll tuck this into my hardcover copy of the book. Movie Website: http://www.atlasshruggedpart1.com/ I have read a number of different reviews of the movie, some good, some bad, mostly mixed. Several of them are here on this fan site: http://www.atlas-shrugged-movie.com/ I think that liberals and Democrats will hate it because of the ideas. Many conservatives will look for reasons to dislike it because it's by Ayn Rand. And at least some Objectivists are likely find fault with it, either because it's not perfect or because their faction didn't produce it. My assessment is that it was a good movie. It certainly was not perfect, and had some moments where the acting felt flat. It also felt a bit rushed and disconnected sometimes, simply because they had to cram so much into so little time. But it also had moments that brought tears to my eyes - watching the blue rails of Reardon Metal being laid, and the first run of the John Galt Line were high points. There were also some very pithy scenes highlighting the differences between the moochers and the producers. I'll throw in my own $.02 criticism here - I think they lost of a lot of the potential impact of the running of the John galt Line by not developing the idea of the volunteers. Dagny tells off the union sleazeball who wants to stop the engineers from running the train, and tells him she'll call for volunteers. But that was the end of it. In the book, every engineer in the company volunteers, and the senior engineer gets to drive the train. There are threats against the line, and when they take the first run there see ordinary people, hungry for the sight of an achievement, lining the track for hundreds of miles, guarding it from harm. By leaving out this aspect I think they lost a lot of the meaning and emotional impact of that scene. I still enjoyed it, but I don't know how much of my own emotional reaction is due to the movie itself, my knowledge of the more complete context of the book, or happiness that the movie is finally a reality. Probably a mix of all three. All in all I think it should have a positive effect. If it gets more people reading the book, that will be a very good thing. And it's certainly quite timely - the images and events in the movie bear an eerie similarity to what's been going on in our country for the past few years. I think it will resonate and get people fired up to keep resisting and reversing what has become "business as usual" in Washington D.C. and the state capitols. As I was getting in my car to leave, I saw a group of people walking up for the next show carrying signs and a yellow Gadsden flag ("Don't Tread on Me"). That was kind of fun. If I let my imagination run away with me, I can even imagine some blathering, posturing, grasping Democrat politician being tarred and feathered by a crowd coming out of the movie. (Dream on!!) In sum, it was a well-spent, pleasant evening. I'm looking forward to Part II and Part III. I hope they come out soon (before the election would be awesome!) Mood: Happy Music: None

Saturday, January 15, 2011

DONSA

Friday 14 January 2011
1645

During my in-processing at Fort McPherson, I came across a posted schedule that showed today, Friday 14 January, as “DONSA”. I thought to myself at the time, “Oh, for crying out loud, what kind of BS made-up ethnic pseudo-holiday are they cramming down our throats NOW?

Later on I found out that it’s actually an acronym. It stands for “Day Of No Scheduled Activity”. They use it for creating four-day weekends out of holidays when Monday is already a holiday. With no scheduled activities (e.g. meetings, conference calls, etc.), people are able to take time off if they want to extend the weekend. Civilians take leave if they want to, and for military personnel it’s considered a Training Holiday (read: “Day Off”). I had never seen this particular acronym before, hence my reaction. Chalk up another one to my ongoing education in Government-Speak.

It turned out that today was not a DONSA after all, because Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were all snow days, and yesterday was a late-start day. So they made today a regular work day unless you already had travel plans for the weekend. Even though it’s starting to warm up and there hasn’t been any more snow, many of the roads here are still pretty bad. Without salt on them, they freeze over again at night making early morning (or even late afternoon) driving treacherous. So today was also a late start and early-out day. Perhaps by next week it will be more like normal.

I spent most of today filling out my questionnaire for a security clearance. So those of you who know me, don’t be surprised if a government agent comes knocking at your door asking questions sometime soon. I didn’t do anything wrong! It’s just what they do before they grant higher-level clearances. I understand they are very thorough.

I also spent about two hours trying to get three simple personnel actions done. Of the three, only one is completed – the other two are in an indeterminate state. By that I mean that our efforts to complete them were thwarted by various malfunctions, and it’s unclear whether they actually were entered correctly. At one point there were three government civilian employees clustered around a computer discussing how to get it to accept the form for my SGLI (Soldier’s Group Life Insurance). They never did get it to work, so we printed the form, I signed it, and they will send it via snail-mail. I give it about a 25% chance of actually being posted to my file, but we’ll see. I still have a copy of the SGLI form that I completed when I demobilized at Fort Benning, and it was never posted. This new one is identical to that one. Maybe this time it actually will get done. Your tax dollars at work…

Back on the subject of Government-Speak, I saw a sign on my way out of HQ FORSCOM today that really made me chuckle:





I guess “Designated Smoking Area” is not sufficiently clear. So somebody came up with “Tobacco Product Usage Facility”, or TPUF (undoubtedly pronounced “tea-puff”). Only on a government installation… you just couldn’t make this stuff up!

Soon after seeing the sign that made me chuckle, I saw one in the commissary that made me cringe:




What caught my attention initially was the misuse of quotation marks. This bothers me, but because the misuse of quotation marks and apostrophes is so endemic and widespread, I probably wouldn’t even have said anything. But then I saw the second sentence and just about dropped the items I was carrying. It’s very hard for me to believe that someone in management could actually put this sign up, but there it is in black and white. Really inexcusable.

I sent a comment form to the commissary management through their website. I figured it wouldn’t really do any good to talk to the people in the store, since they don’t know enough to correct it themselves. In fact, one lady saw me taking the photo and asked me why. When I pointed and told her it was of the sign, she made it clear that she had no idea what was wrong with it.

What bothers me the most about seeing signs like this is that children are likely to read them and think they are correct. No wonder we are raising a society of illiterates!

Oh well, just another day in the Army…

Mood: Ready for a long weekend
Music: Christophe Eschenbach, Mozart Piano Sonatas

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Snow Days

Tuesday 11 January 2011
1111

That’s right, it’s 11:11 on 1/11/11, kind of a cool date (FWIW, I also remember 12:34 on 5/6/78).

So, welcome to the “Sunny South” . For the second day in a row, Fort McPherson is closed along with almost everything in Atlanta due to snow and ice.

When I heard yesterday morning that the post was closed, it was a bit hard to believe. I had been out cleaning the ice off my Jeep getting ready to go in when someone told me the news. I went and looked online, and sure enough, it was closed. I made several phone calls to see if this really meant the military personnel weren’t going in, and didn’t get any answers or get any calls back. So I guess they really weren’t there.

Being from Michigan, it was kind of hard for me to appreciate how a little snow and ice could completely paralyze a city, but they just aren’t prepared for it down here. They don’t have the equipment such as plows and salt trucks to handle it (at least not in sufficient quantities), nor are the people used to it. This makes driving in icy conditions especially perilous. One person I talked to who’s been here awhile but was originally from Minnesota advised me to “get to high ground, stay put, and watch, because winter driving here is a spectator sport”.

To be fair, conditions are pretty extreme. Even in Michigan I’ve never had such a thick layer of ice on my car. You’d be better off with ice skates. It was quite a job just to walk to the restaurant next door. When I went there to eat, I thanked the people for being at work, and they told me that the restaurant was putting them up at the hotel. Ditto for the people here at the hotel – they are just staying here in empty rooms rather than driving back and forth to work.

All the news is about the weather, and I have to say that I’m not sorry to be here instead of on the road – it looks like driving would be quite an adventure.

If I had more to do at the office I might go in anyway, but my computer still wasn’t working when I left on Friday, and there won’t be anyone there to help me get it working. So I can’t even sit and read files about my new job. There would be literally nothing for me to do. So I’m trying to keep busy here preparing travel vouchers and doing other admin tasks.

I’ll be glad to get to work – it seems strange to be sitting here weather-bound after all the times we went to the field in extreme winter conditions in Germany back in the 1980s…the Army is supposed to be able to operate in weather like this but I guess the city of Atlanta can’t.


Mood: Cabin Fever
Music: Clicking keyboard

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Back in the Saddle

Wednesday 5 January 2011
1945

Once again, I am back on active duty orders. I am serving as a Training Operations Officer in HQ FORSCOM, at Fort McPherson, GA. I reported in yesterday.

When I went home on 1 November, I was still on active duty, using up all my leave (so-called “terminal leave”). That lasted until 27 December. Although technically still on active duty, it was a completely relaxing interlude, almost like being back into my civilian life. I spent most of my time visiting family and taking care of various items of personal business.

I had spent a lot of time and effort trying to get new orders that would keep me on active duty with no break in service. This was important for a number of reasons, but mainly because a break in service interrupts *everything* in terms of pay and allowances as well as entitlements. Unfortunately I was unsuccessful in this attempt, and had a seven-day break in service until my new orders started on 4 January. I received these orders just before Christmas, so I had enough time to plan my move and get everything organized. Naturally there were some things I didn’t get done, and I’d have loved to have been able to spend more time with my kids, but there is just never enough time to do everything you want to do. :-(

I balanced my time taking care of things during the entire leave, but the real countdown started after New Years, when I had to gather up all my stuff, pack it in my trailer, and head for Atlanta. I left on Monday 3 January, and drove to Knoxville TN where I spent the night. It was a nice drive, tiring but not so long as to be exhausting. I had a nice steak dinner at “Connor’s Steak and Seafood”, and was up early the next day to hit the road again. It was a beautiful drive through the hills, and made me want to get out and spend some time in them on foot.

Because I was taking some of my firearms with me this time, I couldn’t just drive onto Fort McPherson with my trailer. So on Tuesday I drove wearing my uniform, planning to drop the trailer at whatever hotel they were going to put me in, report directly in and start in-processing, and then go back and get it later. That plan worked out very well, despite a Housing bureaucrat who had a very difficult time thinking outside of her process, not wanting to tell me what hotel I’d be at until she saw my orders.

I got to Fort McPherson at lunchtime, and so could not reach anybody in my section. I just started in-processing, and managed to get quite a lot done on the first afternoon. Then I went in to meet them around 1600 or so. They seem like a nice group of people, and it is kind of cool to be working in FORSCOM HQ.

The hotel they have me in is not fancy, but it is adequate. It is a Drury Inn. The room is a decent size, with cable and internet. The room rate includes breakfast in the morning as well as a decent spread of hot food at night from 1730 – 1900. So far I haven’t gone to a restaurant. The room has a microwave and a refrigerator, so as soon as I can get out to a store I can lay in some things for lunches as well as evening munchies (just what I need!). The idea was that I stay here while on the waiting list for a contracted apartment, and move into that when one comes available.

This morning I got up and went in and finished my in-processing for the installation. Garrison HQ, Battalion HQ, Company HQ, security, housing, transportation, Finance, EMILPO, ID/DEERS, TriCare, Medical, etc. All I have left now are the various things to do internally such as getting a phone, computer, and access to various systems. I won’t go into the details of some of the screwed-up-ness during remobilization. It’s familiar enough by now that I just try to ask the right questions and get whatever it is straightened out as soon as possible. But it is the same old story of being a mobilized Reservist, and having your stuff fall through the cracks. The seven-day break in service bit me more than once.

This afternoon I went over to pick up my Jeep that had been shipped from Germany. As far as I can tell there was no damage, although somewhere along the line somebody peeled off (read “stole”) the Swiss Autobahn sticker off my windshield. I was going to leave it on there as a souvenir, but now there’s just glue residue. I wrote a note to the shipping company, but I don’t really expect I’ll get any reimbursement for it.

I still have almost everything to learn about my job, but I have found out some things about it that clarify my immediate future living situation. Since Fort McPherson is closing, everyone is moving to Fort Bragg, NC sometime this year. I will be going to Fort Bragg around mid-March. This means that it hardly makes sense for me to move into an apartment. I talked to housing about it today, and they agreed that it makes more sense for me just to stay here at the hotel until I leave for Fort Bragg. I plan to have my unaccompanied baggage delivered here ASAP. It will be somewhat crowded in the room, but I have to have this stuff so I can pack it up and take it to Fort Bragg.

The main task I have to do now besides learning my job is to get the registrations switched on my Jeeps (I really want to keep the “MCRGO” tag), get a trailer hitch put on the 2008, and sell the 1999. I think I ought to get pretty good money for it, as it has been well-maintained and Jeeps hold their value well because people want them to fix up. I will spend some time over the next couple of days taking care of that, as well as getting my UB delivered. With any luck, by the weekend I’ll be able to get as settled in here as I’m likely to get, and focus on learning my new job.

It was nice to have a vacation, but it’s great to be back!

Mood: Happy
Music: Aerosmith “Back in the Saddle”

Friday, October 29, 2010

Demobilizing at the CRC

Friday 29 October 2010
1500

It’s been an interesting week. I have spent it demobilizing at the CRC (CONUS Replacement Center) at Fort Benning, Georgia. Inasmuch as CONUS is an acronym for “Continental United States”, CRC has the dubious distinction of being an acronym within an acronym. I wonder how many more of those there are in the language?

Fort Benning is a large Army base in central Georgia, known as the “Home of the Infantry”. Among other things it houses the Infantry School, Airborne School, Officer Candidate School, Infantry AIT (Advanced Individual Training), Third Infantry Division, U.S. Army Marksmanship Unit, U.S. Army Sniper School, and the School of the Americas (or whatever they call it now). The CRC is kind of a mini post-within-a-post at Fort Benning. It’s a fenced-in area out in the boonies that basically consists of barracks, a DFAC, an MWR building, a gym, a PX, and some administrative buildings. It’s a self-contained life support and command-and-control area for individuals and units deploying to and redeploying from the theater. Its presence here is what makes Fort Benning a so-called “Force Projection Platform” from which the army can launch expeditionary forces overseas.

When I mobilized and deployed in 2006, I didn’t come through the CRC like many other people. I mobilized through the 641st MTC, which was located on main post. We only came out to the CRC for some classes a couple of times. My impression then was that the 641st was for individuals and small groups, and the CRC was for larger groups of people. It seemed cumbersome and crowded, and I was glad to be at the 641st instead. They were nimble and flexible, and got us through the process of mobilization pretty quickly.

When the time came to demobilize, I found out that the 641st was no longer in operation, having been disbanded. Their mission was folded into the CRC, which now handles everybody. Based on my earlier impressions, I was not looking forward to the process at the CRC.

I flew into Atlanta on Saturday, and got here on the shuttle from Fort Benning about 1730. Groome Transportation had a shuttle from the airport to downtown Columbus, and then from Columbus directly to the CRC for about $35 or so. I signed in with the Staff Duty NCO, got assigned a room, drew linen, and asked what came next after I got settled in. The staff duty told me there was a formation at 0530 on Monday morning. Monday?? What about Sunday? Sorry, nothing going on on Sunday – Sunday is only for “Freedom Flights” coming in from theater. I was what they call a “walk-in”, and so no services for me on Sunday. Lesson one: Don’t bother to get here on Saturday unless you want to waste a day.

I went to my room, got settled in, and then went to the DFAC for dinner. After dinner I explored around a bit, then went to bed. Since it was six hours later for me, jet lag was catching up.

On Sunday I walked around and took a few pictures of the place:




This is the pavilion where we were to have our formation on Monday morning to get started.



This is the little PX at the CRC. It is surprisingly well-stocked, as these little PX’s usually are. I like the signpost out front, telling how far it is to various hotspots around the world.




This is the main street of barracks buildings as seen from the PX. There is another row of barracks (out of sight in this picture) on the right side of the road.




This is my room. I guess I should have made the bed in a more military-like manner for the picture. Oh well, give me five demerits.





This is the next road over showing the back of our barracks on the right. On the left is one of several gazebos, the gym, the MWR facility, and the DFAC. In the far upper left is Delta Company, which handles redeployments (people returning to demobilize, e.g. me).


I spent most of the day Sunday at the MWR center. It’s a nice little building with a bit of everything. Computers, cubicles with electrical outlets if you want to use your own laptop on wireless, telephones, a couple of pool tables, and several different TV rooms where movies are playing pretty much constantly. The internet computers are free, but if you want to use your own laptop you have to pay for wireless services. It’s not too bad - $9.50 a day, $24.50 a week, or $39 a month. About the same as it was when I was here in 2007 at the WTU. I paid for a week, as I didn’t think I’d be here longer than that (knock wood!)

The overall first impression I got was of a well-run, well-maintained little operation. The rooms and latrines are clean, people seemed to know what they were doing, and the civilian support staff was very friendly.

I had been a bit worried about the beds but was pleasantly surprised. While they are the typical mattress-on-a-spring military bunks, they are pretty solid and the mattresses are firm. I had no issues with back support, which was a big relief. A week on a crappy mattress can make me very uncomfortable these days. I guess I’m just not 19 anymore…

Monday morning I reported to the pavilion. There were a couple of other people there, but no formation. After a few minutes I went up to Delta company to see what was going on. Sure enough, the staff duty had told us to go to the wrong place. So I went back and got the others and we went to the company, where the process was starting. This was the first of many minor missteps.

It is worth pointing out here that many (perhaps most) of the people I was with had not seen the CRC website before coming here. Somehow nobody told them about it, and they had not read the instructions or the projected schedule of activities. They were significantly handicapped by this, because they were at times missing essential documents which they had to scramble to find on short notice. So if you are coming to the CRC, read the website:

https://www.benning.army.mil/infantry/197th/crc/


It's best if you have an idea what to expect before you get there, because there are a lot of people and you don't want to get lost in the shuffle and miss things. In our particular case, we were only the second group processed by this rotation of cadre, and they were still sorting themselves out. There was a noticeable improvement in their organization as the week progressed, but there were still some issues with coordination. If you know what to expect, have all the documentation you need prepared in advance, and stay on top of the process, you will be much better off.


We all got a folder with a clearing checklist on it (sound familiar?). The idea is that you have to go to all the stations or have all the briefings, and have each one signed off on before you can leave. The folder also contained a lot of forms. I was ahead of the game, because on Sunday when I was looking for something constructive to do, I had come into the Delta Company building and saw the folders on the table. I took one for myself and filled out all the forms. I thought this might buy me some time through the week. If you’re the first one at a station to have your form filled out, sometimes you can go first. If you are done at a station early, sometimes they take you back to the company and let you keep going. I really wanted to be out of here on a plane by Friday!

A point of clarification – when I say “stations”, these are actually different places around Fort Benning, outside of the CRC. They are far away, so you have to travel there on a bus or a van, process as a group, and then come back to the CRC to check in before going on to the next activity. The CRC staff has to coordinate with all these activities to ensure that we are cleared to go there before they send us, so we can’t just go willy-nilly to wherever we need to go next. There is a lot of down time because of this, but it is essentially unavoidable.

First stop was the CIF (Clothing Issue facility). I had already turned in all my stuff and cleared in Germany. I had a printout of my clothing record that showed “No items issued, no items outstanding”, with a red rubber stamp that said “Cleared CIF”. This, however, was not good enough. I still had to go to the CIF at Fort Benning so they could make sure. We rode out to the CIF in a bus, went through the briefing and prep (Buggies are inside on the right, go all the way down, dump your gear in the farthest open buggy, remove all tags, tape, disassemble your helmet, etc, etc). Everybody complied, and the three or four of us with no gear to turn in stood on the sidelines and watched as the others began to turn stuff in. Eventually they told us to go ahead to the other side, to “Final Clearance”. These people printed out a copy of my clothing record from their computer. It said “No items issued, no items outstanding”. They stamped it with a rubber stamp that said “CIF cleared”… Oh, that’s *so* much better. *Now* I understand why I had to come all the way out here…

We waited quite awhile for the other people to finish turning in their gear. I was not optimistic about the process, because nothing else was scheduled for the day but CIF turn-in. I asked what we would do and they said that would be it for the day. It was not even 0930 yet, and we were supposed to be done?! Great. The one thing we had going for us was that we were a pretty small group – less than 20 people. So each station didn’t take nearly as long as it could have. The fact that we got done relatively early let them move us along faster.

When we got back to the CRC, they told us that we would be having a series of briefings that afternoon. We sat in a big room and started knocking out the briefings on the checklist. We had a legal briefing on our rights as returning servicemen, as well as the legal resources available to us. We had a chaplain’s briefing that included post-traumatic stress, family reintegration, and suicide prevention. We had a briefing on transition assistance such as job search, education, and VA resources. There were some others, but since I don’t remember them offhand I guess they didn’t make much of an impression. But at least the people in Delta Company were making an effort to move us along in the process. The sooner all these briefings were done, the sooner we could leave.

Tuesday morning we had to go to the “Med Shed” to begin our medical processing. The first step was to get a TB test if we needed one. I knew I didn’t need one, as I just had one and had not been exposed to any risk factors since. But of course I had to go out with the group and show them the documentation to prove this. That’s the process. After that we went to audiology for hearing tests. The Army does this at the beginning and the end of every deployment both to ensure your hearing is up to snuff and also to document any potential hearing loss during active duty. This took a long time because the equipment was malfunctioning, but we eventually got through it.

After that we went to Dental and had a cursory dental exam. The Army has a new policy of not releasing anyone with serious dental problems before they are fixed. By doing this they raise the odds that the people will remain deployable. My teeth were fine, so I was done there as well.

During all of this waiting I was using every spare moment to read my Nook. I started the WEB Griffin “Brotherhood of War” series again (I read it about 20 years ago, but had donated the whole set to the Camp Grayling Officer’s Club.) It’s *way* too easy to buy and read books on the Nook – I’ve read more in the past three weeks than I had in the six months before that…

That was pretty much it for Tuesday. They couldn’t send us anywhere else until Wednesday morning. When we got back to the CRC, I continued looking into a matter that had come up when I read one of the forms on PDMRA leave. I had thought I would be required to sell back my accrued ordinary leave when I got released from active duty. I learned here that this was not required – it is also possible to get an extension to active duty orders in order to take the leave. This is a very advantageous approach, because you stay on active duty, collecting all applicable allowances, retaining eligibility for benefits, and accruing retirement points. If you sell back your leave all you get is the base pay. Furthermore, you are only allowed to sell back a total of 60 days in your entire military career. If you go over that, you just lose it.

The official policy guidance is that commands are supposed to let you take all your leave while you are assigned to them. If a reservist approaches the end of an assignment with accrued leave remaining, they are supposed to release you early so you can take it before your orders expire. This has several negative effects, however. If, like me, you are working on continuous back-to-back active duty tours, you rarely have extension orders in hand in time to make that decision. Furthermore, units in the field are always short of people and overworked on their missions. It’s hard enough for them to get a replacement assigned in time to have any overlap (what the Army calls “left seat/right seat time”) when you can teach the new person your job. If they have their people leaving early to take their remaining leave, it becomes almost impossible to do effective handovers, and impacts the mission. So many units simply don’t let people depart early to take their leave, and they arrive at the CRC with excess leave accrued.

There is a pretty straightforward process in place to request an extension to your orders, but it requires a memo signed by an O6 (Colonel) explaining why you were not able to take your leave during your tour. With that memo, the CRC sends a request in to HRC (Human Resources Command) and your orders get extended long enough for you to take your leave while remaining on active duty.

Because I had three tours in the combat zone where you are limited on the amount of leave you can take, I went into USAREUR with leave accrued. Although they were generous in allowing me to take leave there, I accrued still more, and ended up with almost two months of leave. So this was a significant issue for me.

I used their example O6 memo, modified it to reflect my personal situation, and sent it back to my section in USAREUR with a request for signature. The people here at the CRC said that it could take anywhere from 72 hours to a week for HRC to process the request once it was sent along with the memo, so this automatically meant I would *not* be out of here by Friday. It was worth it, though, considering the difference it would make financially.

Wednesday morning were headed out to take care of the rest of our medical processing. Before we left, I saw that I had a response from my section that they had sent the O6 memo to the G3, because that is who handles all reservist affairs in HQ USAREUR. This was a disappointment to me, as I know those people and knew they would give me problems. They were the same ones who had denied our extension requests. But my O6 did not want to sign it, for whatever reason, so I would have to rely on the G3. I went on to the day’s activities with a feeling of foreboding.

So we went to finish our medical processing. We had to go and get our medical records checked, answer a bunch of questions on a PDHA (Post Deployment Health Assessment), get our vital signs and blood taken, and get our immunizations and TB test checked and updated if necessary. I got a prescription refilled so that I’d have enough to last until I come back on my next set of orders.

Wednesday afternoon we were supposed to go to Finance, but I could not go with the group because I did not yet have my extension order from HRC. Until that is resolved they cannot process you through finance. So that part of my processing was on hold. In fact, that was my official status: “Admin Hold” for leave processing.

Meanwhile, when we returned to the CRC on Wednesday, I had an email from the Major in the USAREUR G3 who handles reserve affairs. It was about what I should have expected – a skeptical and supercilious note questioning why I hadn’t planned ahead and left early enough to take my leave. He knows exactly how it happened, but nonetheless took the position that it was unjustified. I wrote him a reply, and then called him on the phone to ensure he’d gotten the email. The conversation was not encouraging.

As much as I’d like to, I will not name names because of OPSEC. But I will say that the officer in the HQ USAREUR G3 who handles reserve tours, who I will call “Major X”, is a (expletives deleted due to family considerations) slick-sleeve with a “can’t do” attitude. We’ve all met people like him in our professional lives – he’s one of these people whose first response to anything you ask him is to come up with reasons why it can’t be done. I could tell just by talking with him that his primary objective was to avoid any responsibility for the situation and that he would do absolutely nothing meaningful to try to get the memo signed.

Note to anyone in a position of authority in HQ USAREUR, USARC, or HRC who might read this: Major X has been in his comfortable office at HQ USAREUR for four years, which is about two years too long. He desperately needs to be deployed to Afghanistan. This will not only remedy his slick-sleeve condition by permitting him to wear a combat patch, but it might also help him begin to get a clue about how somebody serving in the combat zone could manage to accrue excess leave. Another beneficial effect would be to get somebody in there who could actually take care of reservists instead of doing whatever it is he does all day now.

Fortunately for me, someone I ran into here had a proposed solution that sounded like a good “Plan B”. The requirement is for a memo, signed by an O6, which explains why you did not take your leave at your last assignment and requests an extension so you can take it. It does not seem to matter who this O6 is. If you can find an O6 who will review your documentation and sign the memo substantiating your reasons for needing the extension, that seems to meet the requirement. In anticipation of my own command jerking me around and eventually not providing me with a signed memo, I executed “Plan B” and submitted the request for extension that afternoon.

Thursday morning I wasn’t supposed to do anything because I was finished with all the other stations, and was just waiting for my extension request to be approved before I could continue. When I went in to Delta company in the morning, the first thing they handed me was my request for extension, approved by HRC. They had processed it literally overnight – HOOAH! That was a totally unexpected bonus. This meant that I could go to finance that afternoon, and perhaps be out of here by Friday after all. Some others also had gotten their extensions. We were told to be back by 1215 to go to finance.

I checked my email during lunch, and sure enough there was an email from Major X. He said that Colonel K “was not supportive” and would not sign my memo. Surprise, surprise. I called one of my counterparts back at my section in HQ USAEUR to tell her about “Plan B” so that she could let the other reservists know how to get around this jerk when their time comes to leave.

After lunch we went to Finance. Their building had no air conditioning, and it was HOT. Other than that, it was a very pleasant experience. We got a briefing on the requirements for filing our travel vouchers, and then we each sat down with a finance specialist to go over our financial records, compile a leave record, and prepare for our final out-processing at AG. It was quick and efficient, and we were out of there in less than two hours.

Friday morning was our final processing through AG (Adjutant General). This is the final station where they look at our service record and prepare the DD 214, the discharge certificate. This is an essential document for a number of purposes, and it’s important that it be correct and complete. My most recent DD 214 was from 1985, when I was last released from active duty. A lot has happened since then, so I had spent some time when we were in between appointments printing out information from my online permanent record (awards and decorations as well as service schools attended) so that they could be included on my DD 214.

That’s right, I said printing it out. It’s online, stored on a computer system at US Army Human Resources Command. But if you want it on your DD 214, you have to show up in their office with printed copies. They cannot or will not look at your online record. If you don’t walk in with a printout, it doesn’t go on the form. You’d think they would have some sort of online compilation of the things that go on a DD 214 so it could just automatically be printed out for you, but they are not that sophisticated. So now I have a folder with all that stuff in it on paper.

We went through the process of preparing the DD 214. It was a bit tedious, and was complicated by the fact that they were having computer problems. But we got it done, and I now have a DD 214 releasing me from active duty on 27 December 2010, as well as a leave form putting me on transition leave until that time.

We are completely finished and released. I have my DD 214 in hand, and am scheduled on a flight home. Overall I have to say that my initial concerns about demobilizing through the CRC were misplaced. The cadre was conscientious and did a very good job, especially considering that they were still in learning mode when we arrived. It was about as efficient as something like this can be.


Because of the uncertainty about when I’d be finished getting my leave sorted out, my girlfriend and I had changed our plans. Because she was here in Atlanta for the week on business, we had originally planned to try to fly home together on the same flight on Friday. When it looked like I’d have to stay here until next week, we changed her flight to Sunday so we could spend the weekend in Atlanta. Now that I’m released, we are still planning to spend the weekend in Atlanta, and we are flying home together on Sunday. I’m looking forward to it, and to getting home.

Mood: Happy
Music: Nena: Ich Bin Hyperactive

Friday, October 22, 2010

Farewell to Germany

Friday 22 October 2010
1900

Today is my last day in Germany. Tomorrow I fly back to the USA. How did this happen?

When I was home on leave in August, I (and everyone in my section) fully expected that I would extend for at least one more tour here. I had planned to stay for something like 3-5 years, depending on circumstances. I certainly didn’t expect to be leaving after only one year.

While I was gone in August, they submitted my extension paperwork as planned. Our higher headquarters, however, had plans of their own, and denied the extension. Their reason was “budget cuts” – everybody has to cut back to meet the savings mandated by Secretary of Defense Gates. While it is true that budgets are being cut back, in reality this was also a political move within USAREUR. There was money available for reservist extensions, but the G3 controls those funds and simply cut the DCSENG off so they could keep their own people. It was up to my bosses to fight back in this political tug of war.

I had some inkling this was coming about a week before it was officially announced, and warned them about it, but they were still pretty sanguine about the prospect of my extension being approved. When the official announcement came on Thursday 26 August, they were caught by surprise (almost like deer in the headlights, it seemed to me). They did mount a campaign to get their positions approved, but unfortunately they didn’t move fast enough for my comfort.

Knowing how long it takes to get orders approved, and also knowing how long it would take me to prepare to move and clear the command, I figured I had a maximum of two weeks to find a job if I was to have any hope of remaining on continuous active duty when this tour ends on 31 October.

The same day I heard that my extension was disapproved I went into high gear on a job hunt within the Army. My preferences were to 1) stay in Heidelberg 2) stay in Germany 3) stay in Europe 4) stay on active duty wherever I could get a position (preferably *not* back in the combat zone - three tours in a row there were enough for awhile). My other major objective was to get the new orders effective 1 November, so that when these orders ended on 31 October I’d stay on active duty with no break in service. That way my pay, benefits, leave, etc. would not be disrupted.

It was a hectic week, with emails and phone calls flying fast and furious. As a veteran executive recruiter with 14 years in the business, I know how to conduct a job search. In addition, my experience finding this tour in USAREUR had helped to educate me about the specific nuances of finding a job in the Army. So it was a very busy week, as I contacted every major command headquarters in Europe that might have openings suitable for me. One by one they were eliminated – it seems everyone was being asked to cut back, and hunkering down. It was a “perfect storm” taking place right at the end of one fiscal year before the start of the new one – everyone being asked to economize and justify their positions, and everyone scrambling to save the people already in their sections. Not much opportunity for an outsider to step in.

Of course, I could have volunteered for Afghanistan and been picked up in a heartbeat. There are plenty of openings there. But there are also plenty of “slick sleeves” running around (people with no right-shoulder patch indicating service in a combat zone). Besides, I am frankly just not all that enthusiastic about moving back into an austere environment yet if I can avoid it. That preference eliminated a whole raft of opportunities. Nonetheless, there were other openings out there, and exactly one week from the day I found out I couldn’t stay here I had two job offers in hand – one at TRADOC in Fort Lee, VA, and one at FORSCOM at Fort McPherson, GA (which would move to Fort Bragg NC in the Spring or Summer). Since my bosses weren’t making any headway on keeping me here, I evaluated the two jobs and accepted the one at FORSCOM on the evening of 2 September. They sent me the required forms, etc., which I completed and returned the following week. After some discussions about the detailed mechanics of how I’d come on board, I sent my final paperwork in on 10 September.

I informed my current bosses in USAREUR that I had found a new assignment and told them they could stop tilting at windmills trying to keep me. I think they were a bit taken aback by this – I know they wanted me to stay, and were doing what they could to try to convince their higher that they needed the funding allocation approved for me. But I think they somehow thought they had more time to work on it. I don’t know what they expected – if they thought I’d just sit on my hands and wait, or what. But this is my career and my livelihood, and I can’t just leave it to chance. So I told them I’d do my best to finish strong and leave things in good shape, but that I was committed to the job at FORSCOM.

The people at FORSCOM had the best outline I’d ever seen of the various options, requirements, and restrictions for Reservists serving on active duty (if anyone out there wants a copy, email me and I’ll send it to you). In a nutshell, a Reservist can spend up to 24 months on a mobilization (12 months plus one extension), and up to three subsequent years on COADOS (Contingency Active Duty Operational Support) tours. After serving that total amount of time, if you want to stay on active duty you must demobilize and remobilize to “start the clock” over again.

I have already served two mobilization tours and two COADOS tours, so I was looking at my third COADOS tour at FORSCOM. The fly in the ointment was that in order to make my tour in Qatar contiguous with the end of my tour in Kuwait I had started it early, making it a 15 month tour. As a result I only had 282 days left on my COADOS authorization, and they were looking for at least a 365 day commitment. There was a little more to it than this (PCS vs. TCS, where and when to move, etc. etc.) but the upshot of it all was that it made the most sense for me to go ahead and demobilize through Fort Benning, and then remobilize into FORSCOM. This will give me a clean slate with no restrictions on my service for the next five years. Since they emphasized that they are looking for some stability and longevity in their personnel, this suits me just fine.

With the request for orders duly submitted to my prospective new command, I turned my attention to the requirements for wrapping up my current position and clearing USAREUR. Just under two months may seem like a lot of time, but given all the things that had to happen it was a very hectic period. For one thing, demobilizing takes time, and Fort Benning requires that you report back a week in advance. Once I consulted their website


https://www.benning.army.mil/infantry/197th/crc/

for the details, I determined that I needed to fly out on Saturday 23. Oct. Next I contacted the Heidelberg CPF (Central Processing Facility) to learn about the clearing process and set appointments for the various required activities. I had previously made plans for a leave in October, which I still intended to take. Stringing all these dates together, we determined that I would start officially clearing on 28 September. So in reality I only had a little over two weeks to close out my job and prepare to brief my successor.

I took care of that (and did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself). I started into the clearing process on 28 Sepember, with the projected schedule as follows:

28 Sept – 7 Oct, clearing and preparation to move.
8-11 Oct – USAREUR Holiday weekend
12-16 Oct – Leave
17-18 Oct – Final preparation to move
18 Oct – U.S. Customs inspection of household goods
19 Oct – Household goods pickup by movers
20 Oct – Ship Jeep to the USA, inspect and clear quarters
21 Oct – “Final out” – i.e. final military clearing process
22 Oct – Buffer day
23 Oct – Pop smoke and fly to Fort Benning
24-31 Oct – Demobilization and return home.

It all went pretty much as planned. Moving is supposed to be one of the most stressful things that people do, and I guess I felt some of that stress. What made it particularly “interesting” was that I had to prepare my stuff to go to four different places. Since Fort McPherson is closing due to the BRAC (Base Realignment and Closing) Commission mandate, I will only serve there temporarily for a few month before moving to Fort Bragg. Since I’ll be TCS on this tour, my household goods can only move under my current PCS orders. Therefore my household goods had to go to Fort Bragg. Since I won’t be there for something like four to six months, I had to send enough stuff to Fort McPherson to live there in temporary mode for awhile (“unaccompanied baggage”). Because there would be a fairly substantial delay in getting my orders processed (a minimum of 60 days after the request hits DA), I needed to be prepared to live at home for a month or more, so I had to send home some civilian clothes and other necessities in a footlocker (U.S. Mail). And of course, I have to carry everything I need to demobilize back with me to Fort Benning. So the run-up to moving day was somewhat stressful – I’m usually pretty calm about things but I have to admit I felt the strain of making sure I didn’t accidentally pack something I was going to need in the wrong shipment, thus putting it out of reach. But I got it done.

One of my major objectives in this clearing process was to try to clear the CIF (Clothing Issue Facility) here in Germany rather than at Fort Benning. The Army issued me a huge pile of stuff when I mobilized, which I’ve been carrying around with me ever since. Some of this clothing is mine to keep, but most of it (things like the backpack, sleeping bag, ammo pouches, canteen, armored vest, helmet, protective mask, entrenching tool, etc. etc. remain Army property and have to be turned back in at some point. ) The CIF at Fort Benning wants you to take it all back and turn it in there. I had a struggle with them when I was first assigned to USAREUR, as they actually wanted me to go there first and turn in all back in. That made no sense to me, so I pushed back and managed to get sent directly here without a side trip to Fort Benning dragging two duffel bags full of stuff to turn in at the CIF.

Now that it was time to leave USAREUR, I was no more enthusiastic about dragging those duffel bags around than I had been when I came here a year ago. Fortunately the CIF here in USAREUR saw things my way, and allowed me to turn everything in here. So now my clothing record is clear and I don’t have to carry anything back with me except my personal clothing and the necessary records and forms. I expect that the people at the Fort Benning CIF may raise a fuss about this, but I really don’t care. The Army has all their stuff back, my clothing record is clear, and I don’t have to schlep a bunch of crap through the airports. :-)

An interesting and somewhat challenging aspect of the clearing process was getting my personally-owned pistol home. Since I was planning to stay here awhile, I was in the process of getting my German WBK (Waffenbesitzkarte, or Weapon Possession License) for sport shooting. This would allow me to purchase firearms and ammunition, store them at home, and transport them to the range for shooting. As a dedicated sport shooter and firearms collector, having been cut off from my firearms since September 2006 has been a heavy burden. I was really looking forward to being able to pursue the sport again here in Germany. To that end I had purchased a .22 pistol at the Rod & Gun Club (it’s a High Standard Supermatic Citation – cool little gun!). I had to leave it in storage at the Rod & Gun Club while I went through the German government’s bureaucratic requirements for getting a license, but at least I could go to the club and shoot regularly during that process. I was well on the way to finishing the requirements when I found out I had to leave, but there was not enough time left to get the license before the end of my tour.

The Catch-22 here was that without that license, I was not allowed to transport my pistol away from the club. Many people have found themselves in this predicament, and have simply abandoned their firearms at the Rod & Gun Club (the pistol I purchased there was one of these). But I am nothing if not persistent when it comes to guns and shooting, and I was determined to get my pistol home. Some phone calls and pointed questioning of various officials revealed that I could go ahead and register the pistol with USAREUR under the restriction that it had to be kept in the arms room (i.e. Rod & Gun Club). Then I had to get an ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms) Form 6 approved for importation (minimum processing time – 60 days). Finally, I had to find someone with the appropriate German weapons license (in this case a Jagdschein, or hunting license) who could sign my pistol out from the Rod & Gun Club and deliver it to my house for the movers to pack with my household goods shipment. Fortunately for me one of the guys at the office has a Jagdschein and agreed to do this for me.

I got the ATF Form 6 filled out and submitted. I followed up a week later with a phone call to the ATF, and they were very responsive in expediting the processing of the form and getting it back to me in time for the move. I have to say that demeanor of the nice lady at the other end of the phone stood in sharp contrast to my deeply-held opinions about the dangerous, faceless jackbooted stormtroopers of the universally-despised “F Troop”. I was cordial to the lady, and did appreciate the service, but never lost sight of the fact that these bureaucrats are part of a vast machine that is primarily devoted to stripping us our gun rights and to putting us in prison or killing us if we get in their way. I’m sure there were friendly, helpful individuals in the Nazi bureaucracy as well, but that didn’t make them legitimate or respectable. Similarly, the fact that these people were helpful doesn’t diminish my opposition to their very existence or that of the laws they enforce. As I once read on a T-shirt: “Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms should be a convenience store, not a government agency”. :-)

Another interesting process was shipping my Jeep (“POV” - Privately Owned Vehicle, in government-speak). You are only allowed to ship a POV at government expense if it is specified on your orders, and normally this is only done if you have at least a two year tour. Since this was a one year tour, I was not entitled to ship a POV. Back when I bought it, the powers-that-be explained to me that when I got my extension, we could put the POV shipment authorization in the extension order and I’d be able to send it home. So I bought an almost-new Jeep, fully intending to send it home. Surprise – no extension, no POV shipment authorization. Now what?

At home I have a 1999 Jeep Wrangler with 175,000 miles on it. Here I have a 2008 Jeep Wrangler with 15,000 miles on it. Not a hard question to decide which one I’d rather drive. But shipping it home at my own expense was still not an easy decision. It cost nearly $2500 to do so. I suppose that according to a very strict economic analysis, it might have made more sense to sell this one here and get another one once I got home. But that analysis would depend on a lot of assumptions. Since I got this Jeep with less than 6,000 miles on it from someone who was apparently just as dedicated to proper maintenance as I am, and since I’ve put some custom accessories on it and become attached to it, there were some objective as well as some emotional reasons impelling me to keep it. Not only do I like *this* Jeep, there was no guarantee I’d get a good price for it, nor any guarantee I’d find one this good for as little money once I got home. Besides, selling it would take time, and then I’d have to rent a car, and…, and…, and….call it rationalization if you like, but I decided to keep my Jeep and ship it home. So that was a process, which I learned about and went through. The most “interesting” part of that process was when I examined the title document and realized that the seller had improperly completed the transfer to me. She seems to be gone from Europe now, so I was on pins and needles for a couple days until customs examined my documents and determined that they were sufficient to prove clear title and allow me to ship the vehicle. So I had it shipped to Atlanta along with my unaccompanied baggage, where it will be waiting for me when I start my new job in December.

The process of clearing before my leave started involved finding out the information about the above requirements and making all the necessary appointments and other arrangements, as well as all the other clearing activities that needed to be accomplished. Now, to a military person who’s been through the process, the term “clearing” immediately communicates a whole constellation of activities, with a concomitant understanding of both the physical and psychological implications of the process. But (as I have been informed) to an uninitiated civilian, the concept is a little mystifying. How can it be that complicated and take that long? What’s the big deal?

Basically, what clearing involves is going around to every military and civilian support activity in the community, telling them you’re leaving, and getting them to certify on your clearing papers (via a signature and rubber stamp) that you have been there and complied with whatever process or requirements they have. At the library this means you have no books checked out. At the clothing issue facility it means you have turned in all your gear and settled up financially for anything you may have lost. Medical records, dental records, housing, finance, vehicle registration, battalion headquarters, company headquarters, and a whole raft of places have to sign and stamp your form. Some have to be completed before others can begin. Some have limited hours, or will only clear you a certain number of days before you depart. Some are a two-minute process, some take hours on end. It’s neither simple nor fast, but it Is inescapably necessary before you can depart. I did as much of this as I possibly could before going on leave, so that my last week could be a smooth as possible.

Sidebar on my personal activities – as the timeline indicated, my trip to the border ("Cold War Memories") was on the weekend after I started this process. That was my last free weekend alone in Germany. I’d still like write about the rest of it, but it doesn’t really fit here. We’ll see. On the following weekend, my girlfriend arrived for a visit (I know, we’re not boys and girls anymore, but “ladyfriend” sounds way too stiff and formal). We had a delightful nine-day interlude. We spent the first night and day in Frankfurt, then came back to Heidelberg for a couple days. On Monday we drove to Prague, which is a really cool city. I highly recommend it as a destination. We walked around the city, taking our time seeing the sights and spending a lot of time just sitting in cafes and restaurants reading our books (well, our Nooks, but that’s a different story). It was a very relaxing week. By the time we returned on Friday, I was thoroughly unwound and felt ready to finish preparing for the move. Of course, I got wound right back up again once we got back and I saw all my piles of stuff waiting to be sorted, but it was a wonderful last experience in Europe for us, and I’m really glad we got to do it.

This past week played out more or less exactly as planned. The movers came Tuesday and took all my stuff. After shipping my POV on Wednesday morning, I rented a car and then cleared my quarters. I cleared vehicle registration that afternoon in preparation for my “Final Out” day on Thursday. After that day was done I stopped at the post office and mailed back all the files I won’t need at Fort Benning so I wouldn’t have to carry them around. I took care of the last couple of details at work, and settled in to enjoy my last hours in Germany.

Yesterday afternoon I went for a long walk up in the hills above Heidelberg. Last night I had a nice dinner in a local Gaststaette. I woke up today and had a nice breakfast, then set out to enjoy the day. I returned my rental car, then walked downtown. I had a nice lunch in a favorite restaurant, then walked up to the Philosopher’s Way one last time. Teresa and I had a spot up there that we called “Our Gate”, so I sat there awhile smoking my pipe and thinking about the last year and everything that’s happened. Then I walked down, took a streetcar back to the hotel to pick up my computer, and settled in at a café to write this blog entry.

Tonight after I post this I’ll have one last meal at the little restaurant up the street where I had my first meal after returning to Germany almost a year ago. I have been feeling a little bit wistful about leaving Germany. It’s earlier than I thought it would be, and it’s probably the last time I’ll be able to live here for an extended period. I speak fluent German, am very comfortable with the culture, and feel almost as “at home” here as I do in the USA. So the opportunity to return here to live and work once more has been very special and meaningful to me.


But I’m not as reluctant to leave as I thought I might be. I have found during this process that I’m excited about the change. Although I certainly have some regrets about leaving here, the opportunity to go back to the USA and be closer to Teresa and to my family is a very enjoyable prospect. It opens up a whole set of possibilities that seemed out of reach only a couple of months ago. Despite the fact that I love living in Germany, I feel ready to leave – it just feels right.

Tomorrow at 0600 the airport shuttle will arrive to take me to Frankfurt Airport, and I’ll be moving on to a new chapter in my life, both personally and professionally.

Auf Wiedersehen, Deutschland! Es war eine schoene Zeit.

Mood: Reflective
Music: Nena – In Meinem Leben (from "Made in Germany")

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Cold War Memories

Tuesday 5 October 2010
1300

During the height of the Cold war in the early 1980s, I was a company-grade officer (lieutenant and captain) in a combat engineer battalion in Germany (23rd Engineers, 3rd Armored Division). The U.S. military was there to guard the border between the NATO nations and the Warsaw Pact nations, to counter the threat of a Soviet invasion of Western Europe. Our job was to provide mobility and countermobility support to the maneuver forces (infantry and armor). That meant helping them get where they wanted to go on the battlefield, and making it harder for the enemy to move so they could be targeted and destroyed.

I spent as year as a bridge platoon leader building various types of fixed and floating bridges (mobility). Then I was assigned to be a combat engineer platoon leader in Charlie Company supporting 1/36 Infantry. My job was to support the commander’s plans for defense with a barrier plan (countermobility). This would have employed my platoon to put various obstacles in the way of the enemy, such as minefields, road craters, and blown bridges. The maneuver forces would then overwatch these obstacles with artillery and anti-tank weapons, prepared to engage the enemy as they slowed down to breach the obstacles.

This past weekend I decided to visit my old defensive sector. My intent was to drive around and look at things, remember the past, and see how it had changed. I also planned to drive into the former East Germany for the first time. I imagined that this in itself would be kind of an emotional experience, since we were never allowed to go there when I was here before – they were occupied by the “Threat” forces (we never called the Soviets the “enemy” since we weren’t actually at war).

My sector was in a small valley on the Haune river north of Hunfeld, part of an area known as the “Fulda Gap”. This is an area roughly centered around the town of Fulda, consisting of relatively easier terrain in between mountain ranges, and is one of the historical invasion routes across Germany. I drove up on Saturday morning following our old convoy route from Hanau. I climbed the winding road up the hill from the Haune River, and stopped at the top where I could see out over the little valley that we were assigned to defend.



The photo above is looking west from the vantage point where the first Soviet tanks would have emerged into the valley after climbing up from the river. U.S. forces would have been dug into the treeline in the background. The little village in the left center is Wehrda, a small farming community.




I drove down into the valley and stopped in the village for a few minutes. The names of the other villages in the valley were quite familiar to me, as they were all in our defensive sector – Rhina, Schletzenrod, Niederaula. The name of the mapsheet was “Hunfeld”.




I drove across the valley to Schletzenrod, where I could get a view back to the east.




Schletzenrod celebrated its 850th anniversary this year. The last time I was here I was also in a jeep, but it looked a bit different than this one!




Above is the view to the east from just outside Schletzenrod. The hill in the distance is just on the other side of the Haune River, and is called the Stoppelsberg. It has a castle on top called Burg Hauneck, built in the 1300s. When I did my first map reconnaissance of the area after being assigned to this sector in 1982, I thought that would be a good place to go to get an overall view of things. I spent Thanksgiving weekend that year driving all over my new sector, getting familiar with every part of it – every road, lane, and cowpath, every village, field, patch of woods, and fold in the ground. I went to the castle and was rewarded with a magnificent 360 degree view. I could see my own sector to the west, and also the area to the east where the enemy would come from. Technically that was not in my sector, but was rather the covering force area where the Cavalry would operate to find and fix the enemy advance. But it was a great observation post. I spent the night on the tower so I could see everything in both darkness and light, at sundown and at dawn.





This is the gate of the castle, with the partially-reconstructed tower that now serves as an observation platform.





Here is a view looking west into my sector. The village of Wehrda is visible at left center. Schletzenrod is on the far right.





This is the view looking east from the tower of Burg Hauneck. It was very misty, but you can just make out a line of six volcanic hills that we called “The Three Sisters”. It was a very distinctive landmark, right along the border of the former East Germany.





This plaque describes the history of the castle and the various knights and factions that controlled it over time. Given the purpose of my own visit, I felt a very tangible connection with this history. Here on this same spot in 1392, the Knight Simon von Hune earned the gratitude of the residents of Bad Hersfeld for protecting them from an invading force. As historical monuments often do, it kind of put my own life into perspective, and caused me to think about things that endure versus things that pass. I thought of the movie “Gladiator”, and what Maximus said to his men before the battle: “What we do in life echoes in eternity”.






I decided to visit the village of Rasdorf, which was a bit further east, right along the former inter-German border. One salutary effect of the closed border was to create a zone where wildlife could flourish unmolested. As a result there are a number of species of plants and animals found here that are endangered elsewhere. The entire border area is now designated as a UNESCO Biosphere Reserve.

During the Cold War we were not allowed to get closer than 1 kilometer to the border (the so-called “1k zone”). This was to prevent potential border incidents. Only the cavalry was allowed in there, and they regularly patrolled the border fence, as did the border guards on the other side. A map recon had shown me that there was a place on a hill just outside of Rasdorf exactly 1km from where the border turned a corner. You could see miles of border fence and guard towers, and at the corner you could see all the layers of the border installations in cross-section. In 1983 I had taken my platoon to that place. I wanted them to see for themselves how the border was set up to keep the people living in the east from escaping to the west. My hope was that this would give them an appreciation for why we were there.

On this visit I planned to actually go down to the border and look for traces of it. I knew it would be mostly eradicated, but I hoped to find some remnant of where it had been, just to feel the historical significance of the place. I had no idea what I was in for!

I drove to Rasdorf, and then tried to find my way out of town onto the little dirt road I remembered. But things had changed in 27 years, and I didn’t find the exact place. But while driving around I did find some traces of the border, and I saw a tower in the distance that looked like a guard tower. I also saw a sign that said “Point Alpha” and something about a museum, so I followed the signs. I came to what looked like a U.S. installation, with a huge parking lot full of cars and a lot of people gathering. I parked and went and asked what it was all about, and was told that it was a ceremony marking 20 years of German reunification. Dignitaries were present to lay wreaths at a memorial, and they were giving tours of the museum. It turned out that, unbeknownst to me, a U.S. Cavalry outpost (Point Alpha) had been located right here on the border, just a couple of kilometers from Rasdorf. It had been turned into a museum, and I had accidentally happened along on a most propitious day to visit.




This monument and the wreath-laying ceremony commemorate the reunification of Germany in 1990.




The wording on the back of the monument is a quote from Willi Brandt, and says “Now grows together what belongs together”, and also says “We are one people!”.




This is the view inside checkpoint Alpha. I didn’t spend too much time on the museum exhibits here, as I had lived it myself. The uniforms and vehicles could have come straight from my own unit.




The flagpole here had a plaque in German explaining how the Americans held the flag ceremony every day, raising and lowering the flag with a salute. It also explained the way the flag pole was mounted. Rather than being planted in the ground, it is mounted above ground on brackets. This was to symbolize that we were here as invited guests, not as occupiers of conquered territory.



This shows the overall layout of the border. The tower on the right was one of the types of guard towers used on the East German side of the border. There was a continuous line of these towers, all in view of one another and manned 24x7, down the entire length of Germany. The tower on the left is inside the American observation point.




This is a better view of the border installations. Just out of view to the right is the East German guard tower. Moving from right to left are a concrete two-track patrol road, an area where guard dogs patrolled on steel cables, an anti-vehicle barrier, and then the fence. The fence material was razor-sharp to prevent people from climbing it. In some places the area between the barrier and the fence had anti-personnel mines buried in it. Also, in the later stages, as people continued to escape, the communists put mines on the fence itself, at knee, waist, and shoulder height. These were activated by motion sensors and would explode if someone tried to climb the fence. The actual border was over on the left, west of the fence. This is what communist countries had to go through to try to keep their citizens from fleeing the so-called “workers’ paradise”.

The two-track road is now set up as a “Lehrpfad” or “Teaching Path” with plaques explaining aspects of the Cold War and the history of the border installations.

While I was standing on the spot where I took the above photo, a group of people were gathered around the model of the dog. As they moved off, one lady stayed behind, facing away from me, just looking at the fence. As she turned towards me and began to follow her group, she glanced at me and then quickly looked down. For some reason, as she passed, I felt the need to say something, and so I said (in German) “I never in my life thought I’d be standing on *this* side of the border”. At that point she looked up at me, and I saw her eyes were red, and she was upset. She started to say something, and then started to cry. She said “I didn’t think it would affect me this way.” She was silent for awhile, and then continued: “I came out of the East with my husband and child in 1974 – we just couldn’t stay any longer. There was no future there”. There were tears streaming down her face and she was quite upset, so I reached out and took her hand to comfort her. She went on to tell me that they had been “built in” to her brother-in-law’s car, in a secret compartment. Her baby was only 1 year old at the time, and she was worried he would cry and give them away as they crossed the border.

I found that I was quite moved, and had some difficulty maintaining my own composure. I commented that it had been a very difficult time, and told her a little about myself. I told her I was an American soldier currently serving in Germany, and that I’d been here as a child when the wall went up because my father was in the Air Force, and how I had served here in the Army in the 1980s. I told her I had come to visit my old defensive sector to remember how it was back then, but had not expected to find the museum or all the people. We talked a little more, about various things. At one point she looked over at the fence, and said “Look at that fence! They had enough material to put that up the entire length of the country, but do you think we could go to the store and buy anything to build a fence of our own? Not a chance! But young people now, they know nothing of the DDR (East Germany).“

Then she looked up and noticed that we were alone, and said that she had to go rejoin her group. As we parted, she started to cry again, and she said “Thank you for coming here today, and thank you for all the years that you were here for us.” And then she walked away, down the same road where military vehicles had once patrolled to keep her and her countrymen from escaping to freedom.

You can imagine how I felt after that encounter. Certainly I felt something of a sense of personal pride and gratification, but I felt much more distinctly a sense of the way that you often hear recipients of medals for heroism say they feel: that they didn’t do anything special, but were just doing their job as part of a larger undertaking. I felt that she was not thanking me personally, but that for her I embodied all the American servicemen who had served on the frontier of freedom during the Cold War, and that her “Thank you” was really directed to America itself. It brought home to me, in a very poignant, visceral way, the hope for eventual freedom that we had represented to the people who were trapped in the East under communism for all those years. It was really quite a remarkable experience.

I went on to visit a companion museum on the eastern side of the former border, focusing on the East German border experience. I didn’t take many photos, but there was one example of a Trabant, or “Trabi” in military service that I had to take a picture of:



This was for all intents and purposes the only car an East German citizen could hope to own. It was a real piece of crap, and the waiting list to get one was years long. The body was made of some sort of fiberboard (e.g. cardboard) and the engine was like a lawnmower. They are sort of a symbol of the differences between East and West at that time.




This photo is looking west towards Rasdorf from the former border zone. The sign says: “Here, until 22 December 1989 at 11:00, Germany and Europe were divided.” I saw similar signs on every road that crossed the former border.




This is a walking path along the former border leading away from the East German border museum. My fears/expectations that all signs of the border would be eradicated was misplaced – they have made quite an effort to ensure that future generations have enough reminders to remember what it was like.

By the time I was finished at the border, it was about 4 or 5 PM on Saturday afternoon. I still had the rest of the weekend ahead of me, and I want to write about my trip. But I think this is a logical stopping point for now. To be continued…

Music: Silence
Mood: Reflective

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Three Museums

Saturday 25 September 2010
2000

Over the course of the past few months I have visited three different firearms/military museums. I meant to write about each one right after I visited, but for various reasons I never did. Now I thought I’d sit down and write a post incorporating all three visits. Chronologically it’s out of order, but at least it’s thematically coherent!

The first one was the Wehrtechnisches Museum in Koblenz. This translates as “Defense Technology Museum”. It is owned and run by the Bundeswehr (German Army) as a sort of research and technical reference facility. I visited this museum at the end of May.




The drive to Koblenz was cool – I drove up the Rhine valley past the Loreleifelsen and lots of vinyards and castles. Most of them were hollow ruins, but this one was in very good condition.



I stopped in this small town and wanted to get something to eat, but they told me I had to move my car because there was some sort of bicycle race coming through town and the road would be closed soon. So I just kept going.

When I got to Koblenz and looked for the museum, at first I thought I was in the wrong place. My GPS told me I was there, but I didn’t see anything. There was a Bundewehr building that said “Wehrtechnische Studiensammlung” - “Defense technology research collection”). Eventually I realized that this was the museum. http://www.warmuseums.nl/gal/066gal.htm

Admission was free with my military ID, which was a nice surprise. And once inside, I was very impressed. This museum is awesome! There are four floors, and way more stuff than I could possibly take photos of or even stop to look at in any detail. A lot of it I simply walked through, looking more closely and reading the display placards when something caught my eye. It really was a research collection, very well documented with many examples of the technological evolution of various weaponry and military equipment.

The first floor was crammed full of artillery pieces and also had a large room full of vehicles. I took photos of just a few of them.





The Mi-24 (Hind) was the main Soviet attack helicopter back in my Cold Warrior days. It was heavily armored, basically a flying tank. This is closest I ever got to one, and I’m not sorry I never saw one on a battlefield.




This StuG III was one of the few WWII armored vehicles they had (I was disappointed there weren’t more). It is an assault gun/tank destroyer.



They had several nice military motorcycles, including this Harley-Davidson. If I ever get a motorcycle, I’d love to have a military version! The plexiglass and blue support poles were a major annoyance, though. They made it very hard to get good pictures.



BMW




Not sure what this one was.

The second and third floors were interesting, but not my specialty. They had a large variety of weapons and equipment of various types. By the end of the third floor I was beginning to get tired, but dutifully climbed up to the fourth floor, where I was treated to an absolutely stunning display of small arms, which are my particular interest.

Now, if you’re not interested in firearms you’re going to get bored pretty quickly here. I am a gun nut, am especially interested in military firearms, and am *very* especially interested in 20th-century military firearms. So I was in hog heaven, as the saying goes. One thing that I found especially interesting was that many of the firearms I wrote about in my C&GSC paper (see my blog entry from 15 June 2008) were represented here. From this point forward I will mainly just label the photos, and comment only when I have something extra to say.



M1903A4 – U.S. Sniper rifle



Mauser Sniper Rifle – I never saw one with this type of scope and mount before.



HK Sniper Rifle



G43 Sniper Variant – semiautomatic. Note the quick-release scope mount.




Small arms spare parts kit



Mauser spare parts kit



StG 44 on mannequin.

I noticed that all the mannequins had shaggy 1970’s hair. Why not cut it to match the period represented?



Chauchaut.

This is one of the worst machineguns ever made, and certainly the worst one ever issued to American soldiers. Since America entered World War I without a general-issue machinegun, we had to rely on the French Army. They gave us these, which were absolute pieces of garbage. American soldiers were reported to have deliberately destroyed many of them so as not to have to carry them into combat.




M1919A4.

This, on the other hand, was a very fine John Browning design, and was the U.S. general-issue machinegun of World War II. My G.I. Joe had one of these, and I desperately need a real one for my very own. I envision a WWII Willys Jeep with one of these on a pintle mount so I can ride around my property out west shooting it Rat Patrol-style. Someday…



MG 34



MG 42




Lewis Guns.

This was a World War I design. They were used by the infantry, and also mounted over the wings of some fighter aircraft, such as the SE5a. The pilot had to stand up in the cockpit to change the drum. I read one account of a pilot with a stuck drum whose plane flipped over and left him hanging by the drum. Suddenly he did *not* want it to come off! (Could be apocryphal, but it's still a good story - wonder if *that's* in Snopes.com? If I check everything there I won't have any more stories to tell...)



Enigma Machine.

This was the German code machine that was supposed to be unbreakable. The allies had some high-powered mathematicians who figured out how to build a machine that could break the code, giving us a major advantage for the rest of the war. (And, incidentally, starting the computer age...)

The next few photos were a really cool exhibit, and an example of why this museum was so superior. The exhibits went into some detail explaining the history and often the function of the weapons shown. In this case, it was the “Zundnadelsystem” that we know as the “needle gun”. This was a major development. It gave the German Army a significant advantage in the Franco-Prussian War of 1870-71. I never really had a clear idea of how it worked, but now I do.


Needle Gun Bolt



Needle Gun Description



Needle Gun Action



Needle Gun cartridge and bolt cross-section showing how the needle on the firing pin penetrates the back of the cartridge, strikes the primer inside the cartridge, and fires the gun.



Overall view of the needle gun exhibit. A very well put-together exhibit in a very well put-together museum.



Mauser Model 1896.

This pistol is another firearm that I desperately need to own someday. Winston Churchill carried one when he participated in the last major horse cavalry charge in British military history at Omdurman in 1898. (Did you know that the blaster that Han Solo used in “Star Wars” was one of these pistols with a few extra pieces stuck on?)




M1 Prototype placard.

According to this placard, the next rifle is a prototype M1 carbine.



M1 Carbine Prototype.

How on earth this museum ever got ahold of this rifle is a mystery to me. It is an extremely rare and important piece of firearms history. I would think that it belongs in the Cody Firearms Museum in Cody, Wyoming, the NRA National Firearms Museum, or the U.S. Army Ordnance Museum. But I’m glad I got to see it.



G41 (top) and G43 (bottom)



MP-18

This is a World War I German submachinegun. Notice that it uses the “snail drum” magazine from a P-08 Luger pistol.


MP 40

This was the main German submachinegun of World War II, just like you see in every WWII movie ever made. (Well, almost – ironically I have a German-made WWII movie from the 1950’s that used really tacky, inaccurate substitutes – go figure). You often see it designated as the MP 38/40, as the two designs were so similar that most people can’t tell them apart.



FG-42 first and second models
"Fallschirmjaeger Gewehr" means "paratroop rifle".


The following series of photos and placards trace the development of the first true “Assault Rifle” (the literal meaning of Sturmgewehr). Competing designs were submitted by Walther and Haenel in 1942. The Haenel design, after incorporating some improvements from the Walther, was chosen for further development into the models 43 and 44.


StG 42 W (Walther) Placard



StG 42 W



StG42 H (Haenel) Placard



StG42 H (showing Walther version underneath)



MP 43 Placard



MP 43



MP/StG 44 Placard, also showing the ammunition



MP 43/StG 44


I remember reading about the following gun (HK G11) in the gun press when it was first developed. Heckler and Koch developed a caseless cartridge that is completely consumed when fired. Since it doesn’t need to eject an empty cartridge case, the mechanism doesn’t need a reciprocating bolt, but rather uses a rotating carrier to feed the cartridges. The absence of this large moving mass makes the weapon much more controllable. It also stays cleaner because it is a closed system, venting only gas. Apparently it never went anywhere, but what a cool idea! (Of course, handloading would be a thing of the past with this system….)


G-11 Schematic



G11 ammo and magazine



G11



G11 Placard


A few weeks later I took the train to meet an old friend (my roommate from when I was here in the Army in the 1980’s). We spent the afternoon at a museum in Sinsheim. http://sinsheim.technik-museum.de/en



Sinsheim 1848 Freiheit memorial

This memorial commemorated the 1848 revolutions in Germany. You can see the partial word “Freiheit” (Freedom) written in a spiral on the column.

This was more of a vehicle museum than a firearms museum. It had an extensive collection of military vehicles, which made it of particular interest to us. It did also have quite a lot of firearms on display, but I didn’t take too many photos as I thought the Wehrtechnisches Museum had much better presentations and there was nothing really new here in that area. They did have a lot of ancillary equipment and uniforms that were interesting, as well as display cases full of various related items like ID papers, personal equipment, etc.



Panzer III



Kuebelwagen.

This was the military configuration of the Volkswagen. It was the same basic machine, but in a military package. It was only two-wheel drive, with mobility inferior to the U.S. jeep.



Volkwagen

Apparently the familiar Beetle was also used in military service.



Panzer IV

They didn’t have a Tiger tank, which I would love to have seen. But they did have a Panther. I can’t believe I didn’t take a picture of it!!


A few weeks ago I spent a Saturday driving to Oberndorf to visit the Mauser museum there (http://www.deutsche-museen.de/show.php?myname=index&id=8306&show_ref=yes&bundesland_id=2 )

It was a gorgeous day, so I decided to make the drive the main event instead of the destination. I put the top down on my Jeep and drove along the Neckar River through the hills and woods, rather than taking the Autobahn. It took twice as long to get there, but what a wonderful drive it was! I could have stopped every five minutes to take a picture, but if I had I’d still be on the road.



Bridge on the Neckar

I did have to stop and take a photo of this bridge over the Neckar on the drive there. I don’t know the name of this town, but there were several along the way that would have been worth visiting on their own merits. I noticed that this was a “Kurort”, meaning an area where Germans go for relaxation.




One thing I like about Germany is that they put flowers out everywhere. Even this otherwise plain, ugly concrete bridge becomes presentable and even attractive.

Once again I had trouble finding the museum when I got there. I walked around in circles for awhile, until I finally approached what looked like an abandoned factory that said “Schwedenbau” on the side. Sure enough, that was the museum. It was almost as though they didn’t want people to find it. The attendant at this museum apologized when I got there, as the museum is undergoing renovation and many of the exhibits are empty or incompletely marked. The admission fee was reduced as a result.



Wilhelm u. Paul Mauser, the brothers who designed the most widely-produced bolt-action rifle design in history (the Model 1898). Even the U.S. Model 1903 Springfield is a licensed Mauser action.



Model 1896 Pistol disassembled

This pistol uses no screws or pins, but instead fits together like a chinese puzzle. I've read about this, but never seen the insides of one.



Model 1896 varieties – I like the combination wood holster/shoulder stock. I need one!



M1910/14/34

This one exhibit made the visit worthwhile. I’d never even heard of these pistols until I bought one from a friend a few years ago. Since then I’ve noticed a few in movies from time to time, but you generally just don’t see them.



M1914 close-up

This is a close-up of the particular model that I have. Mine is a WWII “bring-back” with the American soldier’s name written in pen inside the holster flap.



Mauser Car poster

I never knew Mauser made cars! They also had a bunch of other stuff I didn’t take pictures of, like sewing machines, adding machines, etc. It was a general-purpose industrial concern that made a lot of things besides firearms.



Mauser Car



Sten gun copy apparatus.

This was kind of cool. The sign explains that the Germans made exact copies of the British Sten gun for use by their secret agents.



German copy of a British Sten gun



G43 (top) / MP44 (?) (center) / MP43 (bottom)



Heckler & Koch Model 4

This is a highly–desired goal for my own particular firearms collection. An HK4 with all four caliber conversion kits! This one pistol can be converted to fire .22LR, .25 ACP (6,35mm), .32 ACP (7,65mm) and .380 (9mm kurz). The example shown is a highly decorated presentation piece, but I’d prefer a plain vanilla gun I can shoot. I once talked to a guy who was selling two of these, each one with all four calibers, plus extra spare parts, for $1,000. I *really* wanted them, but just didn’t have the $1,000 at the time. It was a fair deal then and would be an even better deal now. I’d settle for just one, and in a pinch I could do without the .25 ACP barrel as that caliber is all but defunct anyway. Once again, someday….

Music: Silence
Mood: Happy that I finally wrote this!