[September 14, 2019] Army Vet tells us a little about his time with troops in the field during peace and war. He wants us to know what motivates and what a real leader looks like.
Their cocky, exuberant, devil-may-care spirit: I love being with the troops. There is nothing better than sitting in a foxhole (aka an improved fighting position, for you savvy civvies) after a knockdown, drag out fight with the enemy. My job? Kill the enemies of America. It’s what I like to do and I do it well. My favorite is getting up close and then hitting them with everything I’ve got. I teach my men the same. We train hard and we play hard. Nothing is better, not even sex. Whoa you say, how can this be; how can combat be so satisfying? Something that is hard, dirty, dangerous, and only a small, select group of highly trained people can do is not what most folks regard as ‘satisfying.’ I once worked in the Israeli Defense Force and now for the U.S. Army. The U.S. Army is the better because they send me all over the world, mostly on clandestine missions. Being with my troops is what keeps me motivated. The troops have a cocky, exuberant, devil-may-care spirit and there is nothing like it in the world. It’s infectious and a mental high that is impossible to describe unless you’ve been there.
Gaining energy from their infectious, sardonic enthusiasm: I didn’t sign up to the military to fight paperwork. Once, back in my days as a Captain, my commander said that he was going to make me the senior officer in charge of all the administrative personnel. Simple, “I quit.” That’s what I told him with a straight face and seriousness that could not be mistaken. I got another assignment without hesitation but this new one was with real men, not with sissy-girlie men of some admin section. There is nothing like being with a bunch of guys who can get ‘er done and do so faster than the enemy can react. I love being inside the decision cycle of the bad guys. You see, my men are the best killers on the planet. From them, I gain my energy. It’s hard to sit back and just have a beer. We have to arm wrestle and then have a beer. I admit it. We are action junkies. Don’t you dare fail at nothing; not even at cooking a great hamburger; else you will be mocked and laughed at. They motivate me like nothing else on the planet.
We don’t worry about promotions, medals, or hero worship: This frees us to do those things the U.S. government wants done. If it means flying down to Honduras to find some drug runners pushing a little too much cocaine to the U.S., then fine. My only question is, ‘How much ammo do I get this time?’ My team is on a 48-hour ready-state. We go anywhere, anytime. Talk about the point of the spear, we are the tip of the point. By the time they call in the U.S. Marines, we are sitting in our foxhole having a great cup of instant coffee and telling war stories. Are you like me or my team buddies? I doubt it. I’m getting too old to be in this business but there is also nothing that will take me away from it; except perhaps an errant bullet from the bad guys. Why do we do what we do? Yep, we are all volunteers. Yep, we are highly motivated. What keeps us going is that we are highly trained for very specific, classified missions that you will never hear about. Someday they may write a book about us; not! Our deeds will never be made public because we do the real dirty work. One day a few years ago, a friend of mine, who is now a Major General in the U.S. Army, asked me why I would give up a promotion to stay with the troops. I told him that I loved being with the troops.