It was a dream that took twenty three years to complete. A childhood dream first inspired by playing with soldiers in a sandpit that the local cats often used to shit in.
Getting British army uniform for my tenth birthday cemented it (even though my beret was fucked up).
I have just come back from nearly a week in the field putting into practice what I’ve spent nearly a month learning.
One thing I’ve noticed is the stark difference between instructor teaching methods in each of the gun detachments. I’m happy to say 15B was consistently the first in and out of action until the last day when our sight was all fucked up. It got to the point where the Safety Officer would come and wait by our gun because he knew we would be first recorded.
I was ordered to record the gun one morning and I was very pleased with my performance. Considering I’m new on the C3 I think I did it brilliantly. One morning I did the check bearing drill and traversed twice instead of just once after applying the bearing but I fixed it.
I’m finally a trained soldier. I’m proud to be a Canadian Artillery Gunner.
The French have the French Foreign Legion. The British have the Gurkha Regiment. Both of these foreign components to their respective armies are well known and renowned the world over for being hard as a coffin nail.
The Gurkha Regiment in the British Army dates back to the fighting between 1814–1816 when the Nepalese Gurkha army fought against the British East India Company army. Fighting them to a stalemate, the British made a deal with the Nepalese to recruit from them and it all carried on from there.
As is evident by three Gurkha’s receiving the Military Cross from the Queen, and numerous times throughout history – these foreign soldiers who still are not regarded highly enough by the British Army are a valuable asset.
The French Foreign Legion are the tough nuts of the French military. Granted they were used rather ruthlessly in Algeria, but now anytime France needs to flex its military might or get its citizens out of harms way they don’t send Pierre or Olivier from the Parisien suburbs. It’s the dudes who wear the white hats.
Check the Related Links for an interesting news article about two identical twin brothers. One joined the British Army; the other was refused and joined the French Foreign Legion where his acts of bravery and gallantry earned him France’s highest award for valour – the ‘Legion D’honneur’.
I am a perfect example of the point I am making. I am a foreigner in the Canadian military and would at any point not hesitate to bear arms and defend Canada and its interests with my life, but yet there are huge amounts of Canadians who would not and are not bearing arms for Canada.
Foreigners searching for a meaningful and useful way to give back are an extremely valuable and untapped resource. It would be nice seeing other nations across the globe taking advantage of that.
For people in the Canadian Forces and others who regularly follow Canadian news Captain Robert Semrau was recently charged with and found not of second degree murder for allegedly firing two bullets into a mortally wounded Taliban fighter who was probably going to die a few minutes later.
I am required to be very careful about the things I write, especially to do with the Canadian Forces and so I will not be expressing a personal opinion, but I would like to point out that it is very easy to judge a battlefield decision which was made under extreme stress and danger, whilst you are far from the battlefield and sitting down perfectly safe at a desk.
Also I would like to point out that if I had been in a firefight and then came across a mortally wounded Taliban fighter who had one leg torn off, the other held on by skin only with a huge gaping stomach wound I am sure my urge to make a humanitarian decision would be very strong. It would be especially strong if the wounded enemy would not have survived until the medevac helicopter arrived, and if calling in a helicopter would have put countless more lives at risk.
Scott Taylor wrote an article for the CF Magazine ‘Esprit De Corps’ and in it he said:
While the gesture may have indeed been a sincere act of humanity, there is nothing in Canada’s criminal code or military justice system which allows military personnel to play God in any given life or death circumstance.
However, I can’t voice an opinion regarding Capt Semrau’s alleged actions which really sucks.
I am glad that a brilliant and decorated Canadian soldier was found not guilty of the charges. I would have like to see him exonerated of all charges though.
Very shortly I’m off for a month to CFB Shilo to complete my Artillery Gunner’s course. It’s going to be hell, sitting in a classroom all day falling asleep and getting crunked on caffeine pills to try and counteract that. There’s plenty of thing’s I’m going to learn, such as the definition of Fire Discipline which is:
Fire Discipline is the language of Fire Control. It consists of words, phrases, rules and conventions which have specific meaning and which result in some definite action at the guns.
Then there’s things like the GPO Sequence of Orders, Must Orders, Types of Engagement, Types of Rounds and even more good stuff.
I’m a little bit nervous about going on course again, but I’m also pumped because I bought myself a pair of SWAT boots which are going to make things a whole lot more comfortable, as well as our annual 13km rucksack march. I also bought some boot bands, a boonie hat, a waterproof pen and paper pad and a water bladder with my last name and last three digits sewn onto it. The water bladder and holder are going to awesome for on and off duty.
Just found out my children’s mother is now engaged. I’ve got a few opinions on how I think that will go but I’ll keep that to myself. Time will tell I guess. Her happiness is all I care about. If she is happy then my babies are happy.
I’ve been hanging out with someone lately quite a lot that quite a few people have a negative opinion about. It bothers me the way some people won’t even be around this mate of mine. Far too many people are judgmental. What right does any mere imperfect mortal have to cast moral judgments upon any other human being who isn’t hurting anybody? I’m very particular and picky about who I hang out with. The first and foremost criteria I look for is whether or not they get along with my children. I’ve faltered on that thing one time and that person hasn’t been a friend for a long time. Then I look to see whether they are open minded. If they’re not then I usually can’t be friends with them. Lastly I look to see if they’re truthful. If they lie then they’re gone!
There was an incident that made me realise again the joys of having children. I had a cup of coffee which I was drinking at home and had nearly finished. There was a bit left in the mug when my daughter Alex asked for a sip so I gave her the rest. After the cup was empty I pretended to cry that she had drunk it all.
So in perfect innocence Alex spat the coffee back into the mug and offered it to me with a beautiful smile and said “Here you go, daddy!”
It was heart warming. It is situations like that which make me realise that no matter how much they stress me out, and no matter how much sometimes I wish I was back in London as a 21 year old – having children is a gift and parenthood is the greatest privilege a person can have.
Obviously that is followed by being a member of the Canadian Forces hahaha.
This last weekend I finished my Driver Wheel course for the army. Been learning how to drive the military vehicles. The LSVW is a good workhorse, but speed and reliability are definitely not its strong points. The last course weekend before this one I was driving back to Shilo and the transfer case exploded – literally. The metal is nearly an inch thick and it exploded like a grenade. I had to retrieve the shards from the road and then got into the civvy pattern van while my instructor had to stay with it by the side of the road until a retrieval vehicle came from Shilo two hours later even though we were about ten minutes away when we broke down.
So this last weekend I was driving four other dudes up to Portage La Prairie in the crewcab civvy pattern truck. We were jamming out to Macgill’s girlfriend’s iPod. Bunch of dudes without any higher ups kinda allows the atmosphere to be more relaxed.
Bad Touch came on in the army vehicle… everybody was jamming out doing the upper half of the funky chicken dance move. Then the dudes in the back were singing along to Taylor Swift. With the good feeling in the air, good music, and awesome dudes… it was truly the best time I’ve had so far in the army. The first time I felt truly relaxed and having fun. That’s a good memory that will stay with me forever.
So in light of that trip up there… I put this video up:
Everyone who isn’t a self-centred twit knows by now who Major Nidal Hasan is. If you don’t know (which means you’re a self-centred twit) he’s a Major in the United States Army who went on a killing spree in Fort Hood, Texas and killed thirteen soldiers. Whilst I suspect that he’s definitely going to be charged under military law and given the death sentence, I simply do not believe this attack was connected in any way to Islamic extremism.
I think that he was a man pushed over the edge by being forced into something he objected to. The death penalty is the only just punishment for that murdering bastard, but it’s clear a lot of people won’t even understand or care why he did what he did.
According to this story on CNN, Major Nidal Hasan wanted the military to allow Muslims to refrain from participation in the conflicts in Afghanistan and Iraq on the grounds of conscientious objection. This is by far the best suggestion I’ve ever heard and I simply cannot believe that someone with the rank of Major wasn’t listened to.
All of this could have been prevented if Major Hasan had been in the Army Reserve… because as I understand it Major Hasan then could have simply refused to go and nothing would have happened. As is demonstrated by the book ‘Fifteen Days’ by Christie Blatchford, at least in the Canadian Forces, it’s usually Reservists who are eager and willing to be deployed and so the Reservists who wanted to do a tour wouldn’t be deprived of the opportunity.
Gordon Brown is a twat. A spineless jellyfish. I realise that his problem is common for most politicians, but it particularly bothers me in Gordy. One reason is he simply doesn’t have the charisma or charm needed to make people stand up and pay attention. He never has had that skill and public perception is hugely important for a politician.
In this recent news story about Lt Colonel Rupert Thorneloe – the most senior British officer to die in Afghanistan – it says Lt Col Thorneloe wasn’t happy about the amount of trips British troops are taking on the ground in Afghanistan. Some memos by him were published in the Daily Mail in which he warned about the increasing danger to British troops and the shortage of helicopters fit for ferrying troops around. Read more...
Bad people are killing innocent people all the time and the world seems to just sit by and do S.F.A. What makes it worse is loony left liberal idiots who think that all you need is love and dialogue. The thing is that bad people and murdering dogs don’t respond to love or dialogue.
In this latest attack in Baghdad somewhere around 132 people have been killed by two seperate car bombs. All that Barack Obama can do is ‘pledge his support’. These attacks prompted the world’s lamest response from the British Foreign Secretary David Miliband. He said ‘such acts of terrorism can have no justification, and must be condemned without reservation’. Read more...
Anyone who’s been on BMQ (that’s basic training for Canada’s military) will almost certainly tell you they had problems with certain instructors. I know I definitely did.
No names obviously because that’s not professional but he weird thing is by the end of the course I ended up greatly respecting those instructors I had problems with.
For instance… during a classroom lesson I volunteered to go down and fill up the huge water can for everyone. I had to go to a different than normal water source because a Corporal told me the one we’d been using wasn’t drinkable water. So off I went. Once I got back to the classroom, everyone was waiting outside on a break saying I was in trouble. Turns out I’d left my C7 rifle beside my chair during the lesson and didn’t take it with me. I naturally assumed that buddy next to me would look out for me because I was doing something for everyone else. So when the class went on a break and buddy didn’t pick up my rifle the instructor took it. The remedial training I received was that Read more...
I was having a little bit of a discussion with a friend yesterday about my decision to join the Canadian Forces. The lady I was talking to said she supported my decision but does not like the army.
She went into a rant in greater detail and explained that she hates the way young people often are victims in armed conflict and that war is profitable to major corporations.
I tried to be neutral and explain that whenever there’s an armed conflict and soldiers are sent into battle – they don’t go into a battle for profit; at least a Canadian soldier’s primary motivation into going into battle isn’t to get rich. I told her that Canadian soldiers serve and stand on the front line or stand on a wall to protect her and the rest of Canada’s population while they sleep, and that there’s a need for us to do that.
I also told her about the bumper sticker I saw that reads ‘If you don’t support our troops, feel free to stand in front of them’. Interesting caption huh?