The Hooba Dooba of Simulations.

Recently I took a trip for work to look as the VBS2 System developed by Bohemia Interactive for Military use as a Battlefield Simulation system.

For those of you who are hard core Military sims types you’re familiar with it if you play the ARMA Series of games. And all I have to say is AWESOME!

I’ve been playing ARMA a good long while, and seeing the VBS2 system in action was impressive and I see myself being able to do a TON of stuff to enhance Military training for units that I work with. I’m stoked to actually get my hands on this system.

 

Now in other news.. Javelins. Things are big, bulky, heavy and down right MEAN! We picked up a Javelin simulation system for a unit to use in the coming months. Well it being a “ohh shinny” in the office I broke it out and started learning how to use the system and shoot a javelin! I know I know.. ROCK ON! Well the bad part was it didnt come with a FM of any sort so I was stumbling a Javelin system like a blind man in the light.

But I love google. I seriously do. I think sometimes I’d have Googles kids. I jumped on google and googled Javelin FM and 20 Minutes later not only had I read the full FM I was sitting behind the Javelin Sim Trainer and taking the Javelin Gunners Qualification course and PASSING. And I just realized I just typed google 5 times in one sentence. Thats alot of google.

Javelins.. are awesome. Once you learn how to use them they are just an amazing weapon system.  With the capability to fire Direct or Top down it allows you to literally engage armored targets and even Helicopters in almost any situation.

I tell you what though they are HEAVY. I’d never had the opportunity to play with one on active duty, I’d seen the tubes often enough but never realized just how heavy these things are. HEAVY. Period.

One of the interesting things I found as I worked with the system was alot of principles of Weapons marksmanship pertained to firing a Javelin system. When you finally had system lock and had to mark the target center mass, I found myself controlling my breathing pulling the fire trigger at the bottom of my breath. Made it extremely more accurate to use.

 

Over all groovysauce (Yes this is patented but you are authorized to use it!) And for those of you who don’t put much credit into Military Simulations systems. Come play with me for a day. I’ll change your mind.

 

So with that Howdy, Semper Fi and have a wonderful Freaking day.

The Hooba Dooba Mentality.

I had the pleasure recently to work with an ODA (Operational Detatchment Alpha). a Special Forces Team. I do alot of work with different branches and units, but I always enjoy working with these guys.

 During one of our off moment conversations we got talking about training and plain ole survival. And something stuck me as funny as we where discussing surviving some of the situations we both had survived. Alot of the situations where bad. some very bad. and it literally came down to plain old stubbornness and the fortitude to suck it up and drive on.

I’d never really realized it till that point. Alot of Military Units and Branchs talk about training and being “Hard Core” I myself being a Marine Infantryman/Scout have gone through some tough training. And sitting around chewing the preverbial fat with a bunch of SF guys about their training we all realized that alot of situations honestly isnt about how “Hard core” you are or how in shape you are, or even how fast or strong you are. It comes down to being plain old stubborn, and having the fortitude to drive past your comfort zone and a very healthy dose of Common Sense.

Realizing that as we did we started analyzing situations we’d been in, both in training and war. And had another realization that this mentality as it was saved our bacons more times then not. Especially the fortitude to drive on and common sense. Situations where we’d been injured and had to drive past the pain, or just the common sense when to keep quiet.

What it honestly comes down to after this discussion is we all agreed that almost any survival situation no matter, natural disaster, man made disaster, war, etc. Having the proper mentality will get you through almost any situation.

Tools are great. having the proper tool always works, ONLY if you have the proper mentality to utilize that tool and when to utilize that tool. Proper Mentality is a tool in and of itself.

In my time of training units and troops I’ve worked with alot of different types, SEALS, Army SF, Marine Recon, LE/SWAT and I’ve had this conversation with alot of them. Even Retired SF from Veitnam have stated that situations like this you need three things, Fortitude to drive on, Good bit of Stubbornness, and Alot of Common Sense. They’ve all even stated that most SF training is this.

Being in shape is great, but if your not in Mental shape forget it.

I tend to agree with them. Whats your thoughts?

 

So with that Howdy, Semper Fi and have a wonderful Freaking day.

of Child, Man and Warrior.

We where all once children, small inconceivably small. Inconsequential in the world of the world. It mattered little to us and us little to it.

Little did we know that in one day we children, small, inexperienced, learning. We would take the mantel of Man, of more then Child with the stroke of one thought, one action, We children so inconsequential to the world would become something more.

Something important. And we learn, we grow, we shape our world in an image of that which we feel is safe, nurturing, productive to those who where once Children. Yet we forget we where once Children.  And it is torn from us.

With a Childs fear we look upon what has become of ourselves our world. The Fear, the Disgust, the Hatred. And we forget. We forget, we stop, we hide.

Why do we hide? Fear produces these feelings. We step back into that which comforts us only to realize unless we step forth even as Child we cannot be nurtured protected.  So in a single day we move from Child to Man. From being Nurtured to the Protected. We take that step, Consciously or Unconsciously but we Step. But only a few, at first. Those Few brave the fear, the darkness the unknown to step forward and go from Child to Man.

But these few do not forget what it is like to be Child. The Joy, the Laughter. And they fight. They Fight and Win. And when they do not win they stand again, and face that which we fear and drive on. They push through pain and agony, fire and death. Fear, Fear does not leave them but it grows them. It Drives them from being the Child to the Man. To the Warrior.

We are those Warriors. Those who took the step. Forward into the unknown. Why. Why is asked often why give up such joys as the Child. Such ease as the Man. To take upon the Hardship of the Warrior.

Who else?

To feel the fire of the Warrior. Its calling, its yearnings. It has been written through the ages that the Warrior True to their path is of glory and honor. I say false. Glory does not come from being a Warrior. Honor Comes from the heart not because the Child steps to Man who turns to Warrior.

Pain, Fear, Agony begets the Warrior. And under all that lays the noblest of all. Protection. The True Warrior is a protector. So that others do not have to.

So that others do not have to.

Do not outgrow the way of the Child. Do not unlearn the way of Man. Never Forget the way of the Warrior.  With out one we are nothing. With out all we are doomed.

Semper Fidelis.

 

9/11

On 9/11 Ten years ago, I was just sitting down to check if the Companies had finished their training schedules and sent them to me after Morning PT. My Staff Sergeant called me on the phone and calmly stated “Turn on the TV now.” I walked over to the Corner TV in the 3 Shop office and flipped it on, just as the second plane crashed into the second tower.

 

For Ten years we have remembered this tragedy. The Police Officers, and Firefighters, First Responders all to this tragedy, many whom my unit had just spent time training with in New York.

20 Minutes up the road from my Battalions HQ, stands the largest military headquarters. The Pentagon. Across the road from it stands Henderson Hall, Headquarters Marine Corps. I was due to make a courier run into Henderson hall that morning after Morning PT. I would have been directly across from the Pentagon when the plane struck it.

I knew firefighters and police officers in New York personally. Friends Heroes.

1994, I was a freshman in Highschool, and had the honor and pleasure to March with the Wyoming All State Marching Band in Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade. I never realized that would be the first and last time I ever in person saw the World Trade Center Towers standing.

I spoke to a Horse Cop that day as I stood outside those towers looking up, so many years ago. He grew up always dreaming of riding a horse in New York as a Police Officer. We Joked about riding the horse up the stairs of the tower.  He was my boy hood hero. He wasn’t afraid to rush into danger, ride his horse, his partner through traffic that scared the ever living bejebus out of a wide eyed country kid from Wyoming. He had retired many years before 9/11, and he rushed to the buildings to assist after the Tragedy that day.

We fight for the very reason he rushed into those buildings. We still toe the line and stand shoulder to shoulder. Prepared and ready as they where. No one forced them to do their duty. No one asked the countless people who volunteered, showed up out of no where, sent aid, and food.  No one forces us to do ours. We do it because it is right. Just as we Remember, and we Live. America is not made on money, or politics. Its not formed by the high minds of our Nations “Leaders” It is made by the blood, sweat and tears of its people.

We Scare the world. Not because we are “powerful” in arms or Politics. We Scare the World because Americans are Americans. We have been Americans since 1775 and forever shall be Americans.

We Live, We Learn and We push on. Never Forgetting Always Defending, Forever Defeating those who would harm us.

We are Americans.

Never Forget,  Because you can hit us, you may knock us down, But you cannot defeat us.

Semper Fidelis.

 

 

PC games and Hacking.

Ok, I’m a Gamer, specifically a PC Gamer more so then anything else. I have been since my first PC which was a IBM 486.

I play a variety of games, off and online and one thing I know I hate playing online alot of times due to Hacking. Seriously whats the point?

 

So when Freddiew came out with a Public Service Announcement to stop PC Game Hacking, I had to share!

 

 

PC Game Hacking, that Hooba Dooba is broke!

knock it off.

 

So with that Howdy, Semper Fi and have a wonderful Freaking day.

Some times a Hooba Dooba is a good thing, Also asking for some Help.

First I want to ask my readers for some help, Not for me, but for this little girl.

 

Millie Baldwin was diagnosed with a rare Kidney cancer on August 17, 2011. She could use some help. So please take a moment and send a few dollars her way I’m sure she’d highly appreciate it. So would I.

http://www.milliesmiracle.com/

 

Lets fix her Hooba Dooba.

 

 

Now, recently I was working with a unit at work conducting some Counter IED Training. This guys where just OUTSTANDING To work with. One of the First units that have tested my abilities as an instructor. Highly enjoyed working with them.

Well in working with them I did a Hooba Dooba moment but it was pretty comical.

So we have this one section of land we call the “Land Bridge” its a deep ravine almost canyon heavily wooded with old burnt out tree’s

looking at the Land Bridge from the North East Side

As you can see in the picture its pretty thickly wooded with dead tree’s, but what you cant really see is how steep the banks are. Well these guys are working on their off road driving capabilities in conjunction to dealing with IED’s. They did some stuff I’ve never seen done with a Light Skin Humvee was awesome!

So any ways, situation they are progressing through this area and I’m trying to be devious and hit them with an IED. So instead of the typical One IED I use in this area I place two. One on the North East Bank side, and one on the South East Bank. Basically no matter which path they choose to travel to avoid going on the road they should come close to the IED so I can get them.

Well, They pull up set up security and dismount, sending out a light patrol to clear their route, All excellent tactics mind you and done properly. Again joy working with these guys they took the training to heart, true professionals. The Patrol takes their “Interrupter” with them as he’s supposed to know the local area.

Now the  “Interrupter” is a contractor who volunteers to be opfor or a roleplayer on occasions when not running his training equipment down in the shop. He has no idea where the IED(s) are placed but knows they are out there. So its going to be a surprise all around.

Yeah.. it was a surprise. I set up to set the IED off hit detonate and BOOM! Now.. I’ve been following the group as they move off road, along the road in my work truck, The South East IED was placed in a downed tree not more then 3 feet from said road and I happened to pull the truck about 5 feet from it, KNOWING its there and Knowing that the Unit training would not be coming near it.

What did I do? I set the South east IED off because I couldnt see the LED screen on my control unit due to the sun. Yeah.. rookie mistake one big HOOBA DOOBA right?

I couldnt have done that IED Ambush better if I’d planned it. Because as soon as I set the South East IED off, the Dismounted Patrol and Interrupter all pushed back from the road to within 10 meters of the OTHER IED and hunkered down! It literally drove them right into the Kill zone. So I’m giggling like a babbling idiot as I set up the other IED and detonate it. BOOM! Interrupter goes down, people jump, Branches go Flying through the air.

See the Interrupter was set up with Moulage and was to be wounded IF i was able to hit them with an IED. Well It went off way better then expected because as soon as the IED went off he fell over and landed right in a Cactus.  Didn’t know that after the secondary IED had gone off learned that little bit later.

 

Over all was a great day of training, I blew myself up along with the unit, I learned a TON from working with these guys and had a blase (literally) and hope they learned just as much from me as I did from them. One of the most challenge C-IED courses I’ve run and LOVED IT!

I love my job.

So we had a Hooba Dooba and fixed a Hooba Dooba.

So with that Howdy, Semper Fi and have a wonderful Freaking day.